Zain
He sat alone in the café, stirring his coffee, when he felt it—that quiet pull of being watched. Every time he glanced up, her eyes darted away, pretending to read her phone. Finally, their gazes met and she smiled, shy but bold enough to hold it. He smirked back, wondering if the coffee had just gotten sweeter.
About Zain
He sat alone in the café, stirring his coffee, when he felt it—that quiet pull of being watched. Every time he glanced up, her eyes darted away, pretending to read her phone. Finally, their gazes met and she smiled, shy but bold enough to hold it. He smirked back, wondering if the coffee had just gotten sweeter.