Hello guys this your author starlight and this story is completely based on my imagination and any part of this book may not be post on any other platform.

...☆☆ introduction ☆☆...

ayesha khan(fl)

☆19 year old

☆5'4ft,brown eyes,black hair.

☆study at Amu university

☆possessive for her people

Ayan qureshi(ml)

☆25year old

☆next heir of ottoman venture

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡DEDICATION ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"For the love that blooms in the most unexpected places."

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This story is dedicated to all those who believe in the power of unexpected connections and the magic of friendship turned into something more.ayesha and Ayan's journey is a reminder that sometimes,the person who is meant  to be in your life will come in the most surprising ways.

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Ayesha’s mother had been trying to wake her up for the past few minutes, but to no avail. She’d tried calling out her name gently, then a little louder, and even poked her daughter a few times. But Ayesha remained completely undisturbed, cocooned in her blankets, as though the world outside didn’t exist. The room was bathed in soft morning light, but to Ayesha, it was still far too early. The silence in the room was broken only by the occasional chirp of birds outside. It was a quiet Sunday morning, one that Ayesha had been looking forward to, with no college lectures and the entire day to herself. She was content to just sleep in.

Her mother, growing increasingly impatient, glanced at the clock. The time was quickly slipping by, and it seemed Ayesha had no intention of waking up on her own. After five minutes of unsuccessful attempts, her mother decided to take a different approach. Without warning, she gave Ayesha a firm smack on the head.

That did the trick.

Ayesha shot up in bed, eyes wide open for a moment before she blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess. She glanced around her room, squinting against the soft light that filtered through the window. For a brief moment, she closed her eyes again, unwilling to leave the warmth of her blankets.

Her mother’s voice, stern but loving, cut through the haze. “Uth jaa, kumbhkaran ki aulad!” she said, her tone both affectionate and commanding.

Ayesha groaned at the familiar phrase. “Kumbhkaran ki aulad?” she mumbled, opening her eyes halfway and looking at her mother. “Per mai to apki aulad hu!” she teased, her voice still thick with sleep. “But I am your child, na?”

Her mother shook her head, a small, exasperated smile forming on her face as she watched her daughter. “Huh, is this how you treat me after I spent so long trying to wake you up? And now you’re making jokes?”

Ayesha grinned, stretching and rubbing her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of her sleep. Her mother’s playful scolding was always something she looked forward to, a part of her daily routine, even if it was a bit inconvenient at times.

She finally became aware of the time, and a sudden panic struck her. “Ammi, you’ve woken me up late for college again!” she exclaimed, sitting up straighter in bed.

Her mother rolled her eyes, folding her arms in front of her. “Pichle ten minutes se to mai tandav kar rahi thi na!” she said, her voice dripping with playful annoyance. “And today is Sunday, remember?”

Ayesha’s eyes widened in realization. She blinked a few times, trying to process the information. She had completely forgotten that it was Sunday. A wave of relief washed over her, and a sheepish smile tugged at her lips. “Accha hua apne yaad dila diya ki aaj Sunday h, warna bekar mai college jaane kai liye energy waste karti,” she said, shaking her head as she sank back into her pillows. “It’s good that you reminded me it’s Sunday, otherwise, I would’ve wasted my energy getting ready for college.”

Her mother smiled softly at her daughter’s antics, her frustration dissipating as she watched Ayesha settle back comfortably into the bed. “Always in a rush, aren’t you?” she said, shaking her head. “Anyway, I’ll let you sleep for a bit longer, but I have news. Your brother is coming home today from Turkey.”

Ayesha’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of her brother. The sound of his name always had that effect on her. She had missed him terribly since he had left for his studies in Turkey, and the thought of seeing him again made her feel a rush of excitement. “Haan, ammi, ye yaad h mujhe,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “Ham ye kaise bhul sakte h?” She paused, as if trying to remember. “Waise kab tak pahunch jaenge bhai?” she asked eagerly. “By the way, when will he be here?”

Her mother’s smile deepened. “Usne call kiya tha. He’ll be here in about twenty minutes. And yes, Ayan is coming with him too,” she added, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Ayesha’s heart skipped another beat. Ayan. The name rang in her ears like a song, stirring a thousand emotions she wasn’t quite prepared to handle. It wasn’t just any name. It was the name of the one person who had been occupying her thoughts far more than she liked to admit. The mere mention of him made her cheeks flush with warmth, a reaction that she had tried to suppress but had never quite succeeded in doing.

She sat up quickly, her pulse racing. “Ayan?” she echoed, almost breathless. The mere thought of him sent a wave of heat through her body. She had been thinking about him constantly, daydreaming about him in the quiet moments of her day, replaying that fleeting glance in the hallway, that one time when their eyes met for just a brief second. It wasn’t much, just a quick exchange of looks, but to Ayesha, it had felt like the universe had paused, holding its breath. His gaze had lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, and in that instant, she had convinced herself that he had seen her. And that thought had stayed with her ever since. Her heart had raced then, just like it was doing now.

Her mother didn’t seem to notice Ayesha’s sudden change in demeanor. “Haan, Ayan is coming with him,” she repeated, smiling softly at her daughter’s reaction.Ayesha barely heard her mother’s words as she sank back against her pillows, her mind awash with memories of Ayan. Ayan. Even now, his name sent a thrill through her, a mix of excitement and nervousness she couldn’t quite put into words.

She could still picture the day in the hallway when their eyes had met. It wasn’t anything significant. Just a glance, but to Ayesha, it felt like the entire world had shifted. The way his eyes had briefly met hers, lingering just a little too long. She had told herself that it meant nothing, that it was just a fleeting moment, but deep down, she knew it was more than that. Her heart had raced, and ever since that day, he had been in her thoughts, sometimes at the most unexpected moments.

Lost in these daydreams, Ayesha didn’t realize how much time had passed. She had been staring at the space in front of her, her eyes unfocused, a smile playing on her lips. The thought of Ayan always made her feel a strange mix of giddiness and longing, something that she hadn’t experienced before.

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Suddenly, she blinked and looked around her room. Her eyes widened in shock. The soft morning light still streamed through the window, but something felt off. Her room—her usually neat and organized sanctuary—looked like a disaster zone.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, half of them thrown carelessly over her chair, while the rest formed messy piles around the room. Her desk, which she usually kept neat and tidy, was now a jumble of open books, half-drunk cups of tea, and crumpled papers. Even her bed, usually meticulously arranged, was now a tangled mess of blankets, as though mocking her in her current state.

Ayesha’s face flushed bright red. Not because of Ayan—although the thought of him still made her heart race—but because she had completely neglected her room. It was as if the chaos in her room mirrored the chaos in her mind. She had been so distracted by thoughts of Ayan that she hadn’t noticed how messy everything had become.

In a flash, Ayesha jumped out of bed, her feet landing on the floor with a soft thud. She quickly began to tidy up, picking up the clothes from the floor and tossing them haphazardly into the laundry basket. She shoved stray books back into their shelf without bothering to organize them properly. She quickly yanked the blankets back into place on the bed, smoothing them out as if doing so would somehow restore order to the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

She wiped the dust off her desk, her hands moving quickly, trying to make everything look presentable again. The mess wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, too. She had been so lost in thoughts of Ayan, so overwhelmed by the feelings he stirred in her, that she had allowed everything else to fall by the wayside.

As she straightened the last pillow on her bed, Ayesha paused for a moment. She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror across the room. Her cheeks were still flushed from the realization of how chaotic her room had become, and her hair, hastily tied in a messy bun, looked wild and untamed. She let out a soft sigh, a smile tugging at her lips. She wasn’t usually the type to get carried away. Ayesha prided herself on being practical, grounded, and organized. But something about Ayan had her thinking about him in ways she never expected.

Maybe her messy room wasn’t the worst thing about her. Maybe, just maybe, a little.mess was okay.after all, some things —like love—were meant to be a little bit chaotic.

chaos wasn’t such a bad thing after all. After all, life wasn’t always about perfection. Sometimes, the messes were where the real stories unfolded. And in that moment, Ayesha couldn’t deny that Ayan had brought a whirlwind into her life—a whirlwind that she wasn’t quite ready to tame.

The soft rays of the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across Ayesha's freshly tidied room. Sitting by the window, she gazed out at the quiet street, the world still waking up around her. Birds chirped in the distance, and a cool breeze fluttered the leaves on the trees. For a moment, the world outside felt calm, almost magical.

Just as she was lost in this peaceful moment, her mother's voice called out from the kitchen, breaking the silence.

"Ayesha, beta! Nasta lag gaya h!"

Ayesha smiled and stretched, hearing the familiar warmth in her mother's tone. It was a small thing, but it made her feel at home, loved. With a final glance at the window, she stood up and walked towards the dining area.

As she entered the room, her eyes met her father's. He was seated at the head of the dining table, the morning newspaper in front of him. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Assalam o Alaikum, Abbu," Ayesha said, her voice soft yet filled with respect. She couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the man who had always been her steady support.

Her father lowered the newspaper and smiled warmly. "Walaikum Assalam, beta. Kaise ho aap?" His voice was deep, filled with concern, as always.

Ayesha's heart swelled with gratitude as she took a seat beside him. "Alhamdulillah, sab theek hai. Aap kaise hain?" she asked, her words sincere, the morning calm settling in her chest.

Her father nodded and patted her hand gently. "Shukriya, beta. Main bhi theek hoon."

Just then, Ayesha's mother entered with a tray of food, the aroma of fresh parathas filling the air. The crispy golden-brown parathas were perfectly stacked, accompanied by a bowl of creamy yogurt, slices of cucumber, and boiled eggs. And the chai-steaming hot, with a hint of cardamom-was the finishing touch. Ayesha inhaled deeply, savoring the comforting scent of her mother's cooking.

As her mother placed the dishes on the table, Ayesha felt a rush of warmth in her heart. There was something about these mornings-the simplicity of being with her family, the love that filled their home.

She reached for the food, eager to dive into the meal. Each bite was like a hug to her soul-crispy, flavorful, and perfect in every way. As she ate, her father hummed quietly in contentment, and her mother moved about the kitchen, preparing for the day ahead. The soft clink of utensils, the sound of a kettle boiling, and the peaceful chatter of the family filled the room, making it feel like the safest place on earth.

Time passed quickly, and soon Ayesha finished her breakfast, helping her mother clear the table. The day had only just begun, yet it already felt full of warmth, connection, and love.

After finishing breakfast, Ayesha quickly cleared the table and turned to her mother with a smile. "Ammi, main ab padhayi karne ja rahi hoon," she said, her voice filled with determination. Her mother nodded, her face glowing with affection. Ayesha knew how important it was to stay focused, especially with exams coming up.

She went to her room and sat at her desk, the warm morning sunlight streaming through the window, casting a peaceful glow on her study space. She opened her books and began to work, each page turning with quiet confidence. The calmness of the room made it the perfect setting for a productive study session. But as she was lost in her work, the sudden sound of the doorbell broke the silence.

Her mother, who was in the kitchen, stood up and went towards the door. "Ayesha, beta! Niche aao, dekho kaun aaya hai!" she called out with excitement.

Ayesha’s heart skipped a beat. She instantly remembered that Ayan and her brother Zain were supposed to arrive today. Feeling a wave of excitement, she stood up quickly, eager to see them. But in her rush, her foot slipped on the stairs. Time seemed to slow as she lost her balance, and before she knew it, she was tumbling down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom with a loud thud.

As she looked up, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, but then she saw them—Ayan and Zain were standing at the door, laughing uncontrollably. Zain, wiping tears from his eyes, teased, "Arey, hum itne bade bhi nahi hue hain! Pair to mat chuo!"

Ayesha's face flushed a deep shade of red, but she quickly got up, trying to play it cool. "Well, guess I’ve got a new style of greeting people," she said with a playful smile, brushing herself off.

But as she glanced around, her eyes widened. Her older sister, Sarah, was standing nearby, and to her surprise, Ayan's parents, along with her own, were there too. The house had suddenly turned into a lively reunion. Ayesha’s heart raced with excitement, and the mix of joy and a little bit of embarrassment made her smile even more.

when she saw her older sister, Sarah, standing nearby, along with Ayan's parents. It was a surprise to see them all here together. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and a bit of confusion.then her mother says "chalo ab sab baate bahar hi karoge kya ander chalo"

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