Hooria is 16 years old and has just entered college. She is determined to study hard, make money, and ensure a happy and peaceful life for herself and her mother. She had always wanted to become a painter, but practicality forced her to choose a different path. She buried her dreams and chose to be an engineer instead, studying computer and information technology.

Hooria is the kind of girl who can make friends easily. She has many friends, yet none she can call her best friend. Why is it that I can never find someone to truly confide in? she often wonders. Am I destined to always be the listener, the problem solver, but never the one who is heard?

Whenever she is with her friends, Hooria finds herself listening to their problems and offering solutions. They never ask about my feelings, my dreams, or my fears, she thinks with a pang of loneliness. Do they even notice that I might need someone to talk to?

She longs to share her secrets, her sadness, and her feelings with someone, but there is no one who truly listens to her. Maybe one day, I'll find someone who cares enough to ask, someone who sees past the facade of the always-happy, always-helpful Hooria. But until then, I guess I’ll just keep listening.

Next morning, Hooria gets ready for college. Her mom, Miray, is also getting ready to go to school.

“Honey, come here and eat your breakfast. It's getting late,” her mom calls out.

“Yes, Mom, I'm coming.” Hooria quickly eats her breakfast and heads to school on her beautiful yellow-colored bicycle, while her mother rides her pink scooter.

“Okay, Mom. Bye!” Hooria waves as she pedals away.

Wow, what a great day, she thinks to herself. The cool breeze and the weather are just so perfect. She begins singing a song, completely immersed in the pleasant morning. I love days like this, when everything feels so right.

She’s so absorbed in the moment that she doesn’t notice a bike coming towards her. Suddenly, she sees it. The boy on the bike loses control and crashes.

Oh no! I didn’t see him coming. Is he okay? she panics.

Luckily, he’s not badly injured. He stands up, clearly upset.

“Are you blind? Don’t you see there are people coming?” he snaps.

I’m so sorry, Hooria wants to say, but words fail her as she looks at him. His name is Asad. He’s tall and handsome, with slightly long hair and a tattoo of a snake on his left side. He looks like he stepped out of a storybook, she thinks, taken aback by his appearance.

Asad is angry, but when he looks at Hooria, he’s stunned by her beauty. She’s so beautiful, he thinks, wanting to gaze at her, despite his frustration.

Why does he keep staring at me? Hooria wonders, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Did I really just make this beautiful boy crash his bike?

But Asad remains in his condition, torn between his anger and the unexpected enchantment he feels.

Hooria ran away with her cycle, her face burning with embarrassment. What did I do? I'm so clumsy. Why didn't I notice? she berated herself as she pedaled furiously, trying to escape the scene and her own mortification.

Entering the class, she saw her friend Daphne raise her hand and call out, “Hey Hooria, come here. Why are you so late?”

Hooria took a deep breath, still shaken. “I got into an accident,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

Daphne’s eyes widened with concern. “Are you alright?” she asked, her tone gentle and worried.

“I'm alright, Daphne,” Hooria reassured her friend, managing a weak smile. “And thank God, the boy I hit was also fine.”

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I can't believe this happened, Hooria thought. What if he had been seriously injured? What if everyone thinks I'm careless?

“Thank goodness,” Daphne said, relief evident in her voice. “Let's go and sit in our seats.”

As they walked to their seats, Hooria couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt and embarrassment. I need to be more careful, she resolved. I can't let something like this happen again.

The teacher came to class and started to teach. Hooria tried to focus, but her mind kept drifting back to the accident earlier. I hope he isn’t too angry with me.

After the period ended, her friend Defne leaned over and whispered, “Did you see Royal Race’s new video? Actually, Royal Race is an account run by a boy who rides a Yamaha, the newest model.”

“Yeah,” Hooria replied, her eyes lighting up. “But Ace_10R is above all. He and his bike, the ZX10R, and his riding style are super duper amazing.”

“But your biker never shows his face,” Daphne countered with a smirk. “He must be ugly. That’s why he hides his face.”

Hooria felt a surge of indignation. “He’s so handsome, that’s why he wears a mask. If he revealed his face, girls would die.”

“Impossible,” Daphne said, rolling her eyes.

Before Hooria could retort, the teacher interrupted. “A new boy has transferred here. He used to study in America, but he returned. This school is also associated with his father.”

Everyone was shocked. Who could this be? Hooria wondered, curiosity piqued. She hadn’t noticed, but when they finally looked at each other, both were surprised.

“You!” they exclaimed in unison.

Hooria’s heart raced. It’s him! The boy from this morning!

Asad’s eyes widened in recognition. The girl from the accident. She’s in my class!

The room buzzed with whispers as everyone processed the news. Hooria felt a mix of emotions—surprise, embarrassment, and a strange sense of connection. What are the odds? she thought. Of all the schools, he ends up here.

Asad seemed equally stunned. I can’t believe it’s her, he thought. This is going to be interesting.

On the other side, Miray was teaching in her class when she suddenly saw a very tall and handsome man walking towards the gallery. He had a cold demeanor, with two boys following closely behind him. Who is he? she wondered, feeling a shiver run down her spine. He looks so suspicious yet so strong.

After a few minutes, Miray was called by the principal. What does the principal want to ask? she thought as she made her way to the office.

When she entered the room, the man she had seen earlier was sitting on the sofa. As their eyes met, he seemed surprised by her beauty and couldn't help but gaze at her. Why is he staring at me like that? Miray felt a bit uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny.

“Miray, meet Alyhan Sir,” the principal introduced them. “He is the one who funds this school. Alyhan, this is Miray, our honored teacher. She will guide you with the necessary information.”

So, this is the man behind the funding, Miray thought, feeling a mix of awe and curiosity. Alyhan was still looking at her, making her feel even more awkward. Why does he keep staring?

“Sir, what kind of information do I need to provide?” Miray asked the principal, trying to shift her focus to the task at hand.

“Miray, he actually wants to know about the basic needs of the students. You know it very well because you get along with them so easily. That’s why we thought you’d be the best person to help him,” the principal explained.

Basic needs of the students? That’s something I can definitely handle, she thought, feeling more at ease with a clear task.

She agreed and said, “This way, Mr. Alyhan.” As they walked, Miray couldn’t shake off the feeling of his gaze on her. Why does he make me feel this way? she wondered, a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling in her mind.

Miray's nerves tightened as they walked through the hallway, the presence of the two boys following them like bodyguards only amplifying her anxiety. Alyhan's reassuring smile caught her eye, and she felt a flicker of hope that eased the tension a bit. Sensing her unease, Alyhan's voice broke through her thoughts. "Wait outside," he instructed the boys.

"Okay, boss," they replied in unison, stepping back without hesitation. Miray's eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and relief washing over her. How could someone be so relaxed and composed in such a situation?

"Mr. Alyhan, this way. It's my room," she said, leading him to a door. "I'll write down the necessary things for the students. Just wait here for about ten minutes, please."

Alyhan nodded silently, following her into the room. He settled on the sofa, cradling a cup of black coffee, his eyes never leaving her. Miray could feel his gaze like a warm touch on her skin, intensifying her nerves.

Why is he staring at me like that? She wondered, her thoughts racing as she fumbled with the pen. Is there something on my face? Or does he think I’m incompetent? The questions swirled in her mind, making it hard to concentrate. Finally, she mustered the courage to break the silence.

"Why are you gazing at me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Alyhan's smile was gentle, reassuring, and it made her heart skip a beat. "I'm not gazing at you, Miss Miray. I'm just admiring God's artwork. What a majestic artist He is. He made you so beautiful. I'm just appreciating the incredible craftsmanship."

Her heart skipped a beat, stunned by his words. A warm blush spread across her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and flattery. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come.

Alyhan stood up and walked over to her table, placing a hand on the back of her chair. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. He picked up the paper she had been writing on.

"I think it's done. I'll see you later, Miss Miray," he said softly, his voice close to her ear.

As he walked out, she stared after him, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. What just happened? Did he really mean what he said? She shook her head, trying to focus on her work. But the echo of his words and the warmth of his gaze lingered, making it impossible to concentrate.

As Miray watched Alyhan walk away, she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. How weird he is, she told herself. Forget about him. Let's just focus on your work. All men are like that. They prey on girls with sweet words. Just don’t believe his rubbish words.

She took a deep breath, pushing the encounter out of her mind, and returned to her writing.

Meanwhile, Alyhan couldn't stop thinking about Miray. How can someone be so beautiful? he pondered. I mean, I've seen so many girls in my life, but no one has ever made my heart beat like that. She was as pretty as the moon.

His boys noticed the change in him, exchanging surprised glances. Their boss had never looked this way before, nor had he ever praised anyone.

"Alyhan called his manager, 'Ali, come here. Just get the whole information about that teacher.'

Ali looked puzzled. 'Which teacher?'

Alyhan fixed him with a cold stare. 'The one who was beside me.'

'Oh, that girl. Yes, sir, for sure. I'll get you all the information about her.'

'Good. Let's also settle the meeting with ORG Company.'

'Yes, boss.'