In a peaceful neighbourhood tucked away from the restless buzz of the city, lived a quiet girl named Anya Miller. At thirteen years old, Anya was a student like many others—attending classes, completing homework, and walking the same halls as her peers—but she carried a world within her that was unlike most. Anya was reserved, observant, and deeply reflective. While many her age sought out friendships, loud laughter, and constant chatter, she found her comfort in silence, in calm, and in the steady presence of the people she loved most—her family.

The Miller family was small but whole. Anya lived with her parents, Anouk Miller and Nancy Miller, in a cosy home filled with warmth and love. Theirs was a family of three, and though small in number, their bond was strong, woven together by quiet understanding and deep affection. They didn't need extravagant outings or big celebrations to feel close; they had each other, and for Anya, that was more than enough.

Anya cherished her family more than anything in the world. Her days were filled with the simple joys that made life feel meaningful—music that drifted gently through her room, anime series she watched curled up under a blanket, and the playful company of her pets who never needed words to show their affection. She had no close friends—by choice, not by circumstance. It wasn’t loneliness; it was simply how she was. She didn’t dislike people; in fact, she held no hatred in her heart for anyone. She just preferred her own space, her own rhythm, and the quiet safety of home.

Yet there was one exception—Nolan Wilson. Nolan had been her classmate and friend since kindergarten. He was calm, thoughtful, and surprisingly easy to talk to in a way most others weren’t. Over the years, their friendship had settled into a quiet, natural understanding. They didn’t need to talk constantly or share every detail of their lives—just being nearby was enough. In a world that often felt too loud or too demanding, Nolan was a familiar calm, and Anya appreciated that more than she ever said aloud.

Her father, Anouk Miller, was a calm and composed man, someone who carried the quiet strength of someone dependable. He worked at N Group, a well-established company that demanded his focus, yet no matter how tiring his day, he never brought stress home. With Anya, he was patient, kind, and always attentive in his own quiet way.

Her mother, Nancy Miller, was the heart and soul of their household. A full-time homemaker, she made their home feel like a warm nest untouched by the chaos of the outside world. She moved through her days with grace, always present and always understanding.

Both Anouk and Nancy loved their daughter deeply and shared a quiet, unshakable love for their family. They held no grudges and hated no one. In their peaceful little home, love didn’t need to be loud—it simply existed, steady and strong, just like them.

In a more prominent and fast-moving part of the city, where sleek cars glided through private gates and homes stood like miniature empires, lived a boy who, despite the wealth and status that surrounded him, remained remarkably grounded. Neil Wilson, fourteen, had always stood out—not just because of his surname or the school he attended, but because of the way he carried himself. He was confident but never arrogant, bright but always curious, and open-hearted in a way that made him instantly approachable. While his world was filled with privilege and polish, Neil never let that blur his values.

Neil came from a family of four, the well-known Wilson family, whose name carried weight in business circles and social spheres alike. His father, Noel Wilson, was a towering figure in the corporate world—the current Chairman and CEO of N Group, one of the most influential business empires in the region. Known for his calm intensity and razor-sharp business instincts, Noel had earned his position through discipline and a relentless work ethic. Despite the demanding nature of his role, he made sure his family never felt like they came second. At home, he was a man who set down his briefcase, rolled up his sleeves, and sat at the dinner table with full presence. To Neil, he wasn’t a CEO—he was simply “Dad,” the man who taught him chess, talked to him about ethics, and reminded him that success meant nothing without loyalty.

Neil’s mother, Amelia Wilson, was no less impressive. As the Director of N Group, she was not only her husband’s partner in business but his equal in ambition, intellect, and strength. With her poised demeanour and natural leadership, Amelia was admired by many, yet only a few knew how deeply compassionate she was beneath the surface. She managed board meetings by day and her home with the same grace by evening. She never let her boys feel neglected and held firm to her belief in nurturing strength and empathy together. Amelia and Noel shared many values, but perhaps the strongest of them was their stance on betrayal. While they were generous and forgiving people, they made it clear: they could tolerate mistakes—but never backstabbers or traitors.

Neil had a younger brother, Nolan Wilson, who was thirteen—just a year behind him—but often mistaken for being older because of his composed and observant nature. Where Neil was driven by energy and curiosity, Nolan was more reflective, often pausing before he spoke, choosing words like someone choosing colours for a painting. Interestingly, Nolan shared a quiet but meaningful friendship with Anya Miller, Neil’s classmate. The two had been friends since kindergarten, bonding over books, shared silences, and a mutual understanding that didn’t require much noise. Neil, though not close to Anya himself, respected her deeply—if only because Nolan, who was selective with people, had chosen her.

Friendship, to Neil, was sacred. He didn’t collect friends for popularity; he valued depth, loyalty, and shared memories. He had two best friends—Dheeru Verma and Abhi Raj—and together, the trio was well known at school not just for how long they’d been friends, but how inseparable they were. They had met in kindergarten, three curious boys building block towers and trading snacks, and over the years, their bond only grew stronger. They laughed, fought, helped each other through heartbreaks and school stress, and shared everything like brothers born into different homes.