Chapter 4:The Fall, the Friend, and the Found Sister

Zayan Khan had finally earned himself a moment of peace—a quiet hallway, a short break from chaos, and a meeting with a potential investor, Aleena Hashmi, CEO of a rival company. Elegant, ambitious, and always draped in expensive perfume, Aleena matched Zayan in power if not in patience.

"You're unusually quiet today, Zayan," Aleena smiled, her heels clicking beside him.

"I'm unusually annoyed," he replied without looking at her.

Aleena's smile tightened, but she kept pace. They walked side by side toward the elevators, Zayan's mind already reviewing the investor deck he barely slept preparing.

And that's when chaos struck.

SPLAT.

Like a rogue missile, Andaleeb came flying out of nowhere—running, balancing her files, her phone, and an cup of tea—and slipped on her own shoelace.

Right into Zayan.

CRASH.

Zayan fell. Aleena gasped. Tea cup flew.

Andaleeb landed straight on top of him.

"OH SWEET PLANET!" she squealed.

Zayan blinked, flat on the marble floor, tea spill on his shoulder.

Andaleeb blinked down at him, horrified. "Why does this always happen when you're around? Are you cursed or am I cursed?"

Aleena, disgusted, took a step back. "What is wrong with her?!"Why she always approaching zayan?she thinking in her mind

What is on the earth happening ?she said

Zayan gritted his teeth, face red with fury. "Stay. Away. From me. Every time you're close, I lose something. My balance. My dignity. My mind."

Andaleeb quickly got up, brushing her dress "My bad, Mr. Heartless. Gravity and tea were against us today."

He stood up slowly, eyes like daggers.

"YOU," he pointed, "are a walking hazard."

Aleena rolled her eyes. "Do you always let interns use you as a crash mat?"

Andaleeb turned. "Oh hello, Miss Expensive Perfume. Are you his investor or his deodorant sponsor?"

Zayan almost choked.

"Out. Now," he growled.

Andaleeb zipped out of the hallway—but not before slipping again, barely catching herself on a potted plant. She shot one last glance at Zayan, gave an awkward thumbs-up, and vanished around the corner.

Zayan exhaled. "She's going to be the death of me."

Aleena muttered, "She's definitely going to be the death of your reputation."

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Later That Evening

Far away from corporate madness, Andaleeb sat inside Zareen's cozy pink-themed cafe, Café Luna. She took off her shoes, groaning as she curled up in her favorite corner booth.

Zareen, the stylish, thirty-something cafe owner, walked over holding a tray of biscuits and milkshake. "Tough day, girl?"

Andaleeb sighed. "I'm starting to think Earth hates me. Or just one Earthling: Mr. Heartless."

"The grumpy CEO again?"

"I spilled coffee on him, crashed into him, and insulted his investor. All in three days."

Zareen handed her a milkshake. "Legend. You've turned office disasters into an art form."

Andaleeb took it and smiled weakly. "If this were art, I'd call it 'The Fall of the Intern.'"

Suddenly, the bell above the cafe door jingled. A girl stood there.

Short hair. Big eyes. Confident posture.

"Eman?" Andaleeb gasped, dropping the milkshake.

"Andi!" Eman cried.

They rushed to each other and hugged tightly, spinning, squealing, laughing.

"You're alive! You're here! You're really here!"

Zareen blinked. "Umm... anyone wanna explain why two grown girls are dancing like aliens?"

"Because we ARE!" Eman giggled.

Andaleeb laughed harder. "Zareen, meet Eman. My sister. ."

Zareen's mouth dropped open. "No way. There's two of you?!"

Eman held her tightly. "I tracked the signals. It took time, but I found you. You weren't responding. And I missed you."

Andaleeb wiped a tear. "You have no idea how alone I felt. Earth is noisy. Confusing. People lie with their eyes."

Eman cupped her face. "But you're safe. And now you're not alone."

They sat on the couch, knees tucked up, fairy lights twinkling above.

"So tell me everything," Eman said. "Did you meet the target? Did you observe his emotions?"

Andaleeb made a face. "He's rude. Cold. Emotionally unavailable. Drinks coffee like it's a life source."

Eman smiled. "He sounds delightful."

Andaleeb scoffed. "He called me chaos. He should see his own eyebrows."

Eman laughed. "I missed your nonsense."

Zareen walked past them, pointing at the milkshake mess. "So... do all girls cry strawberry milkshakes or just these two?"

Andaleeb and Eman burst out laughing.

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Meanwhile...

A black SUV parked outside Café Luna. A man stepped out.

Tall, charming, suited.

Haroon Dar.

CEO of DarTech. Zayan's friend. Famous, flirtatious, and annoyingly kind.

He knocked politely. Zareen opened the door, raising a brow. "Sorry, we're closed for hugs and milkshake floods."

Haroon smiled. "I'm looking for someone. A girl. Said she was lost. I helped her get here."

Andaleeb peeked from behind, eyes wide. "You brought her?"

Eman stepped beside her. "You helped me find my sister. Thank you."

Haroon gave a gentle nod. "No problem. Glad you two found each other."

He glanced between them.

Something odd. They looked... too similar. Like puzzle pieces.

But he didn't ask. Not yet.

Zareen elbowed him. "You look too polished for this drama. Sit. I'll make you tea."

He blinked. "Is that a flavor or a threat?"

"Both," Zareen grinned.

He chuckled and stepped inside.

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As night fell, the pink windows of Café Luna glowed softly. And upstairs, two sisters sat together for the first time in weeks—finally reunited, finally not alone.

Outside, Haroon stood near the café gate for a long moment, glancing back.

Something about those girls wasn't ordinary.

But for now… he just smiled.

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