Chapter 1 : A Dream That Wasn’t Just a Dream
WHEN OUR STORIES FOUND EACH OTHER
One Pakistani Muslim girl, one Korean businessman, two people from different nations… and one unexpected encounter that was about to change their entire lives.
OPENING SCENE:
The conference room was filled with a deep silence.
The boy sat at one end of the table, while the girl sat quietly in the chair across from him.
Their eyes remained fixed on each other.
Neither of them said a word, and neither looked away.
It almost seemed as if they already knew each other.
But in reality, their story had not begun here.
A Few Years Earlier
It was an evening in Lahore.
The cool breeze of October gently moved the curtains by the window. The room was lit only by the soft glow of a laptop screen, while the sounds of the busy city outside broke the silence.
And sitting at her desk was a girl named Ayesha.
Her eyes were fixed on the laptop screen.
A blank document was open in front of her, and the cursor kept blinking repeatedly.
Ayesha placed her fingers on the keyboard, but stopped a moment later.
“I can do this…”
she whispered to herself.
After a few moments of silence, a slight worry appeared on her face.
“But what if no one likes my story?”
She leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath.
Ayesha was a simple Pakistani Muslim girl who came from an ordinary family. She had no famous connections and no contacts in the entertainment industry. She was quiet, creative, and emotionally soft-hearted, but she was strong when it came to her dreams. She had a habit of keeping her feelings to herself rather than sharing them with others. Whenever something deeply hurt her, she would distance herself from people and become quiet. Writing was her passion. She didn’t just write stories. she felt them. To her, trust and true love were some of the most precious things in life. Ayesha’s style of dressing was just like her personality. simple, elegant, and graceful. In her daily life, she usually preferred long coats, loose sweaters, straight-fit pants, and sneakers. On special occasions, she wore beautiful long dresses or elegant Pakistani outfits that added a soft charm to her simple appearance.
But there was one thing that made her different from everyone else.
A dream.
And it wasn’t a new dream.
It was a very old one.
So old that Ayesha couldn’t even remember when she had first dreamed of it.
But today, sitting in front of that empty screen, she felt for the first time that perhaps it was finally time to stop letting her dream remain just a dream.
Ayesha had been writing stories since childhood. Sometimes on the last pages of her notebooks. Sometimes in the rough copies she used at school.
And sometimes in the notes on her phone.
Her mother would often ask her,
“What are you always writing?”
Ayesha would smile and reply,
“One day, I’m going to become a writer.”
Her mother would laugh softly.
“May Allah make your dream come true.”
To Ayesha, those words were not just a simple sentence.
They were the biggest dream of her life.
And there was another part of that dream…
Korea.
Ayesha had a strange connection with Korea.
While watching Korean dramas, she had slowly built the streets of Seoul inside her imagination.
The lights of Seoul, the Han River, cherry blossoms, little cafés, rain-soaked streets…
And the Korean music that sometimes became the background to the scenes she imagined while writing her stories.
But Ayesha didn’t want to visit Korea simply for sightseeing.
She wanted her story to be filmed in Korea one day.
She wanted to see her name in the credits of a Korean drama as a screenwriter.
She closed her eyes.
Then she looked back at her laptop.
“From today.”
She opened the document.
And began to write.
Three months later…
Ayesha had finished her story.
She named it:
The Last Letter
She published it online.
On the first day, only a few readers came.
17 views.
Ayesha stared at the screen.
“Only 17?”
she said with slight disappointment.
Then she checked the comments.
One comment said:
“Your story made me cry.”
A smile appeared on Ayesha’s face.
Another comment read:
“Please upload the next chapter soon!”
Her smile grew even wider.
“Maybe…”
she whispered.
“Maybe I can really do this.”
Days passed.
17 views became 100.
100 views became 500.
And 500 views reached 5,000.
Then one day…
An email arrived in Ayesha’s inbox.
The subject line read:
Story Adaptation Proposal
At first, Ayesha thought it might be an ordinary promotional email.
She opened it.
After reading only two lines, the expression on her face completely changed.
The email was from a Korean production company.
They had read Ayesha’s online story.
They loved its concept.
And they wanted to adapt the story into a Korean drama.
For a few moments, Ayesha simply stared at the screen in silence.
Her heart began beating rapidly.
“This…”
She read the email again.
“Is this real?”
She closed the laptop.
Then immediately opened it again.
The email was still there.
Ayesha jumped out of her chair and ran to her mother.
“Ammi!”
Her mother’s voice came from the kitchen.
“What happened?”
“Ammi!”
Ayesha held the laptop in front of her.
“Look at this.”
Her mother read the email.
For a few moments, she remained silent.
Then she asked,
“This is a Korean company?”
Ayesha nodded.
“Yes!”
Her mother asked again,
“For your story?”
Ayesha smiled once more.
“Yes!”
Tears filled Ayesha’s eyes.
“Ammi… they’ve invited me to Korea.”
Her mother looked at her.
Then she smiled.
“Then go.”
Ayesha went completely silent.
“Really?”
Her mother looked at her lovingly and said,
“Allah has brought your dream right to your doorstep.”
Tears rolled down Ayesha’s cheeks.
She wrapped her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly.
