Daneen's POV Conversations, keyboards typing, phone calls, closing and opening of elevator doors. I am excited to be here, yet I keep fidgeting with my bag's keychain. Yes, I am nervous. It's usually unlike me, but when it's an important day in your career, it's natural. I checked the time and it's almost half an hour since I've been here. I didn't want the first meeting to be late so I'm here on time. I'm sure Alia told me to visit this place and the guy in sweatpants and a T-shirt gave me the directions to the same place. No, I'm not rude. I was just about to ask his name, but he turned away and vanished in the crowds. Mr. Anonymous. Mahir's POV The rain reminds me of her. The night when she tried to open up to me, but still couldn't. Seeing her in pain made my every nerve ache because her eyes were not meant to cry, they were meant to see her dreams come true with me. She doesn't know that one day she's going to be Mrs. Malik. Daneen steps into her journey, leaving her brutal past behind. But will her life give her a chance to fulfill her dreams, or will she be dragged again into the world of agony and despair? Join in the world of strong and independent Daneen, while Mahir steps in to heal her wounds with the magic of love and hopes.