Love, Hope & Magic

By Zara Naaz...

🎬 Love, Hope, Magic – Episode 1

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✨"Aya, are you even listening to me?" Joi’s voice broke the quiet of the café.

Aya looked up from her cup of chai, the steam curling in front of her face.

"Sorry… what?"

Joi sighed. "You’ve been zoning out all week. Is something going on?"

Aya gave a faint smile. "Nothing new."

But Joi knew that wasn’t true.

Aya Khan (24) was a soft-spoken, quiet Muslim girl. Life had changed for her the night a car accident took both her parents when she was still in high school. Since then, she had learned to live with the silence, hiding her feelings from the world.

Her grandmother, Sakina Begum (68), was her anchor — a woman with silver hair tucked neatly under a scarf, gentle eyes, and a voice filled with endless prayers.

Aya had built her small, calm world around her grandmother’s love and her job as a secretary in a prestigious company.

Her closest friend was Joi park (25) — bubbly, outspoken, and endlessly protective.

Joi had been Aya’s best friend since school, the one who stayed by her side through every storm.

She now lived with her own grandmother just a few streets away, but somehow found herself at Aya’s place almost every day.

Aya’s life was steady… until he walked in.

Jeon Yusuf Rahman (30) — tall, sharp-featured, with hazel-brown eyes that held a quiet wisdom.

His presence carried a natural authority, the kind that made people straighten up when he entered the room.

Yusuf was the new CEO of Aya’s company, a man who had built an empire on intellect and strategy.

By his side was his best friend, Aarav Siddiqui (29) — charming, quick-witted, and fiercely loyal.

Aarav was the only person who knew Yusuf’s real past, and the reason Yusuf never let his guard down.

Aya didn’t know it yet… but the moment she met Yusuf, the quiet life she had lived for years was about to change forever.

Continue..

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"Do you love him?" Joi asked her best friend curiously.

"A lot..." her friend replied softly.

"But why?" Joi asked again.

Her best friend looked away, her eyes distant.

"I don’t know... I can’t explain that feeling. It’s like—whenever he’s around, I can’t stop myself from looking at him. I become so conscious of myself. His presence—it’s magnetic. I could recognize him anywhere, even in a crowd.

And if you ask me why I still love him after all this time... I don’t have an answer.

I don’t even want to remember him, but I do. Every moment—his smile, his silence—is engraved in my mind.

How can I forget someone I’ve been loving... for five years?"

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—Let’s go back to five years ago...

---She was sitting in a group of friends. Everyone was drinking beer, celebrating their new jobs.

Laughter, loud music, clinking bottles filled the space.

She sat quietly, sipping juice, smiling faintly.

Suddenly, a girl—too drunk, too loud—turned toward her.

"What’s the use of being so beautiful when no one has even dated you? You don’t like this stuff anyway—why don’t you just leave?"

Then with a wicked grin: "You may look innocent, but everyone knows what you really are."

One of the boys intervened, "You’ve had too much."

The girl just laughed.

But the quiet girl didn’t say a word.

She stood up, lowered her head, and walked away. The sadness around her was almost visible.

As she neared the gate, someone opened it for her.

A boy.

She didn’t look up.

Just said, "Thank you," and walked out.

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She walked the path to the metro, lost in thought, her emotions spiraling. At the station, she plugged in her headphones and tried to disappear into music.

Just then, a boy knelt down in front of her, tying his shoelaces.

He was dressed in black—cap, mask, headphones—almost anonymous.

But something about him caught her attention. She couldn't explain why, but he stood out. Not because he looked different… but because

he felt different.

They boarded the metro together. He got off at one station. She at another.

Yet all the way home, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

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She finally reached home, still lost in thoughts of that mysterious boy.

As she stepped inside, she saw her grandmother watching TV.

“Did you eat, grandmother ?” she asked, placing her bag on the chair.

“Yes, I did,” her grandmother nodded warmly.

“And your medicine? Did you take that too?”

“Of course,

I did

.”

She smiled, finally letting herself relax. “Okay then... I’m really tired now. I had fun at the party. I’ll go sleep now. You should sleep too, grandmother . Good night.”

Her grandmother smiled, “Good night, Aya"

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Next Morning

She woke up at 6:00 AM sharp, got ready for work, had breakfast with her grandmother, and reminded her gently,

“Don’t forget your lunch today, okay? And please don’t stay out on the balcony too long. Be safe.”

Then she left for the metro station.

As the metro arrived, she stepped inside—

and her heart skipped a beat.

There he was again.

Same black outfit. Same mask. Same unreadable expression.

She wanted to see his face today. But again, he stayed covered.

She shook her head. Why am I so interested in a stranger? Focus on work!

They both got off at the same station again.

She headed toward the nearby stationery shop to pick up some office supplies. But when she checked the time—

her bus was about to leave.

She ran for it.

Too

late

.

The bus pulled away just as she reached.

Now she was anxious. Taking a cab will cost too much...

Just then, a shared taxi stopped nearby.

"Going somewhere, ma’am?" the driver asked.

"I’ll wait for the next bus—"

"It’s a shared ride. Won’t cost much," he smiled.

After a moment’s thought, she nodded and got in.

And there he was again—sitting inside the cab, working silently on his laptop.

— Coincidence

?

She kept her eyes forward, pretending not to care.

But inside, her mind was racing.

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The taxi dropped her off near her office building.

As she stepped out, the driver asked the boy,

"And you,

sir

?"

"Just a little ahead," he replied calmly.

She ran toward the office entrance, hoping she wasn’t too late.

Inside, she asked her friend breathlessly,

“I’m not late, right? Has the new boss arrived?”

Her friend smiled, “You’re just on time. The seminar is about to start.”

Relieved, she went to handle the preparations. As the new boss secretary, it was her responsibility to ensure everything was perfect.

The room slowly filled with board members, staff, and department heads.

She checked the mic, the lights, the seating.

It was him.

Our new boss.

“

Mr Jeon Yusuf

”

A single spotlight turned on. Everyone looked toward the stage, clapping and smiling.

He walked into the light.

He was wearing a black coat

The same black aura—

But this time, she saw his full face.

And then—

She froze.

Her heart dropped.

The new boss stepped into the stage.

He walked to the mic with a slight smile and said:

🟨 “So, my secretary... “

Aya

” why do you look so shocked?”

// To be continued //

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Note from the Author

"Thank you so much for reading my very first story. I was both nervous and excited to post it, and I truly appreciate you giving it your time. Since this is my first attempt, there might be some grammar mistakes or imperfections, and I’m really sorry if you come across any. Your support and feedback mean a lot to me, and will help me grow and improve in the future. I hope you enjoy the story and connect with it as much as I did while writing it."