Chapter 1
People think broken souls were born cold, but no one ever wonders who they were before pain reshaped them. Before the sleepless nights and the fake smiles hiding unbearable silence, she was the kind of girl whose heart overflowed with warmth for everyone around her—soft, hopeful, and endlessly kind. She believed villains were not born but created by suffering. Making people smile felt like her purpose, as if carrying everyone else’s sadness was her own responsibility.
She loved deeply and silently. Whenever someone she cared about suffered, she would spend nights crying before ALLAH, praying for their peace while forgetting her own. She used to comfort shattered hearts with a trembling smile, saying, “ALLAH tests the ones who are His favorites; every hardship is a sign of His love.” No one knew how much pain hid behind those words.Her father was once her safest place, the man she admired more than anyone in this world. A single glance at a toy would make him bring it home before sunset just to see happiness in her eyes. She grew up believing his love could protect her from every cruelty life carried. But sometimes the deepest wounds are carved by the same hands that once held us gently.The tragedy was never just that she broke. The tragedy was discovering that the person she trusted most became the reason for her ruin. Because the cruelest thing about villains is that sometimes they arrive wearing the face of a hero… and the final wound always comes from the one you never expected.
