Prologue
They say love is a blessing.
For some people, it brings warmth, comfort, and happiness. But for people like me… love is nothing but a curse.
My name is Nick. I’m a second year engineering student who has spent most of his life abroad. When I was ten years old, my parents sent me to live with my uncle for my studies, and since then, that foreign country has felt more like home than the place I was born in.
Today, after so many years, I’m finally returning to my homeland.
My family owns several houses here, but today we are staying in the town where I was born the place I left behind when I was just a child.
If I’m being honest, living abroad made me a little spoiled. I grew used to freedom, late-night clubs, and things my conservative family would never approve of. Of course, they don’t know about that part of my life. Some secrets are better left hidden.
That morning, my parents insisted that I go with them to the church.
I hated the idea.
I never understood how people could believe so strongly in something they had never seen. But arguing with my parents was pointless, so I simply wore a casual shirt and jeans and followed them.
The church was already filled with people when we arrived.
Everyone stood quietly with their eyes closed, their heads bowed in prayer. The men in the front wore white robes, and many of the women had their heads and bodies covered. The atmosphere was calm and sacred… but to me, it felt suffocating.
Then, in the middle of the silent crowd, I noticed him.
A boy about my age.
He looked different from everyone else. His fair face was calm, his eyes closed in deep devotion as he prayed. There was something soft and gentle about him, something that made him stand out without even trying.
I didn’t know why, but I found myself staring at him.
For a moment, the quiet church, the prayers, the people around us everything faded into the background.
It was just him… and the strange feeling that something in my life was about to change.
At that time, I didn’t know that this single moment—this single glance would become the beginning of a story ..
