Prologue
He was beating him violently. She had never seen him this angry before. The courtyard was filled with students. Everyone had gathered there to see who had signed his own death warrant by provoking the college’s “Devil Star.”
“Who is it?” asked a boy.
“It’s Atta. He’s getting exactly what he deserves. He has been on the Devil Star’s radar for years,” said a girl with deep green eyes and her hair tied in a high ponytail.
The boy shook his head regretfully.
Saliha stared at the Devil Star as he beat a boy his own age—a boy who had made her life a living hell for the past four weeks. She had never imagined he would end up in the Devil Star’s hands. The boy had harassed her relentlessly, but the question was: how did the Devil Star know about it? She had never told anyone that she was being harassed by a pervert.
“What is happening? Who is this guy beating that poor boy? We should inform the dean,” said Hania fearfully.
“Poor boy?” Saliha thought. “If only Hania knew what this ‘poor boy’ did to me and what he was planning, she’d join the Devil Star in kicking his ass.”
Zain pushed through the crowd toward Roman and stopped him. He had never seen him this angry before. They had been friends since childhood, but today he saw a stranger in place of his friend. He wrapped his arms around Roman’s waist, trying to stop him from beating Atta any further.
“Roman! Roman, calm down! You’re going to kill him!” Zain shouted.
Roman stopped for a moment and took a deep breath.
“If you dare to come within an inch of her again, I’ll bury you alive.”
He grabbed Atta by the hair and forced him to look into his eyes.
“Do you understand?”
His blue eyes seemed to turn red with rage.
“Who is he talking about? His girlfriend?” a girl whispered among the confused students.
“Who knows? The Devil Star has a lot of girlfriends. How are we supposed to know who he’s talking about?” another girl said dismissively.
Saliha instantly turned toward the girls.
They were talking to each other, but when they noticed her staring, they fell silent.
“What are you looking at, freak?” one of them snapped.
Saliha ignored the insult. Instead, their words echoed in her mind.
“Who knows? He has a lot of girlfriends.”
The girls looked at her with disdain before walking away.
When she looked ahead again, she found him staring directly at her. A chill ran down her spine.
“How did he know that this guy was harassing me?” she wondered.
After shooting her an angry glare, he walked away arrogantly.
The Devil Star was exactly the kind of boy she needed to avoid if she wanted a peaceful life. He was clever and always seemed to have hidden motives. She should stay away from him as much as possible, yet today he had beaten that boy because of her. And she knew exactly who he meant when he said “her.”
Zain looked at her with pity. All she knew was that he was Roman’s friend because she had seen him at their house.
“Who was that guy?” Hania asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied without looking at her.
His words and cold voice still echoed in her mind.
“Don’t you dare tell anyone who you are to me—or even that you know me.”
Those were the words he had said to her on her first day in town.
“You don’t know him? Him?” asked a girl standing nearby.
She sounded genuinely shocked.
Saliha finally looked at her, while Hania raised an eyebrow.
“He’s the Devil Star of this college. He’s a senior known for his looks and intelligence, and he’s the most popular guy here,” the girl said excitedly. It was obvious she was obsessed with him.
Wait, he studies here? He’s a senior? This is his college?
She was stunned.
No wonder he had ordered her not to reveal her identity. She never imagined life would treat her this way. Not only did she have to live in the same house as the devil, but she also had to avoid him at all costs.
“I... I need to go,” she said before walking away.
“Okay, see you tomorrow,” Hania called after her.
Saliha sighed with relief. At least nobody would harass her anymore.
She walked toward the college gates. She knew he was furious. She had hidden the fact that a boy had been teasing her, despite his insistence that she had no right to keep secrets from him.
The devil was indeed clever.
She was walking slowly along the street when a car pulled up beside her.
She immediately recognized his black Camaro with its heavily tinted windows.
The window didn’t roll down. Instead, the horn kept blaring.
She approached the car, and he unlocked the door for her.
Her throat tightened.
This couldn’t be good.
She climbed inside.
His expression was blank.
She sat quietly, staring out the window—calm on the outside but panicking on the inside.
He started the engine and accelerated.
She avoided looking at him.
A tense silence hung between them.
“How long have you known him?” he asked, breaking the silence in a cold voice.
She could practically hear the ice cracking beneath his clenched teeth.
A familiar chill ran down her spine.
The words seemed trapped in her throat. She wanted to answer, but suddenly she felt mute.
He had that effect on her.
Roman glanced at her angrily before pressing harder on the accelerator.
The car’s speed increased dangerously.
She gasped.
He drove with his eyes fixed on the road, expressionless.
Her heart pounded violently.
“Please stop,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut.
Traffic was heavy, and they narrowly avoided several accidents.
She trembled with fear.
He didn’t slow down.
After fifteen minutes of terrifying driving, he slammed on the brakes.
Her head hit the dashboard.
She hissed in pain.
Rubbing her forehead, she looked up.
Her head throbbed.
He sat there with his arms crossed, staring at her with burning blue eyes.
The car was parked in a quiet, isolated area.
“How long have you known him?” he repeated.
Tears filled her eyes.
“I... I don’t know him,” she stammered.
He removed his seatbelt and moved closer.
She froze.
Grabbing her shoulder harshly, he stared into her eyes.
All she saw was anger.
He leaned close to her ear.
“You have no idea what you’re playing with.”
His grip tightened painfully.
“I’ve kept my eyes on you every second. Every place. Every move.”
His words sent a wave of cold fear through her.
“Trust me, I don’t know him. He was trying to—”
Before she could finish, he cut her off.
“Out.”
“What?” she whispered.
“I said get out of my car.”
Her eyes widened in shock.
“I hate repeating myself!” he shouted. “Out. Now.”
“Where will I go? I don’t know this place,” she said, nearly crying.
He opened her door and stared at her coldly.
With tears in her eyes, she stepped out.
The door slammed shut behind her.
Seconds later, the car disappeared into the distance.
She looked around fearfully.
She had no idea where she was.
Panic settled in her chest.
She was on a beach, completely alone.
Sitting beneath a tree, she broke down in tears.
Two Years Earlier (Flashback)
“Saliha, my dear child, bring me a glass of water,” said Mehtaab Bano.
“Yes, Nani. I’m coming,” Saliha called from the kitchen.
Although she was very young, she was already skilled at household chores. Her aunt had made sure of that.
She hurried over with a glass of water.
“Here you go,” she said with a smile.
“Mehtaab, I must say, this little girl is excellent at housekeeping,” said Muneera, a neighbor who visited frequently.
“My little moon is good at her studies too,” Mehtaab replied proudly.
“She goes to school?” Muneera asked in surprise.
“Yes. I make sure she attends regularly.”
“I’ll become a doctor one day,” Saliha declared happily.
“Ama, I’ve told you countless times. Stop dreaming and let her stay home. I’m not a slave. I already have four children to look after,” her aunt, Rukhsana, snapped.
Saliha looked at her aunt innocently.
“Why do you always mistreat my girl? What has she ever done to you?” Mehtaab demanded.
“That girl is the reason we’re living miserably. We can’t keep feeding her forever. Junaid has a limited income,” Rukhsana replied angrily.
Muneera listened carefully, clearly enjoying the gossip.
“She isn’t living off your earnings. What did you bring from your parents’ house when you got married? This house and everything in it belonged to my late husband. Saliha is my granddaughter. As Maria’s daughter, she has every right to this property, and I won’t let her suffer,” Mehtaab said firmly.
“Maria was your daughter, not your son. Since when do daughters inherit property? It’s Saliha’s father’s responsibility to raise her, but he dumped her on us,” Rukhsana snapped before storming into the kitchen.
The mention of her late daughter Maria made Mehtaab’s heart ache.
Saliha was Maria’s daughter, and her grandmother had raised her since childhood.
Though only thirteen years old, Saliha understood far more than people realized.
“Okay, Mehtaab, I should get going. I have dinner to prepare,” Muneera said before leaving.
Mehtaab sighed heavily.
Arguments like this happened every day.
It was Mehtaab who insisted on sending Saliha to school so she could build a better future and become independent.
Rukhsana’s hatred seemed to grow with each passing day.
After Maria’s death, Saliha had remained in her grandmother’s care. Her father, Wajhdaan Ahmer, had never once asked about her.
Neither had Mehtaab wanted him to.
They shared a dark past.
Author’s Note
Hello, lovely readers!
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