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[Scene: Lahore, Pakistan – A Small Yet Chaotic Home]

The golden glow of the setting sun seeped into the living room, casting a soft warmth that contrasted with the tension in the air. Elia Arif sat at the dining table, nervously holding the envelope in her hands. Her fingers were shaking, but her heart beat faster with every second. The family had gathered around her, eager to know the outcome of her fate.

Her Dada Jaan (grandfather), the wise patriarch of the family, sat at the head of the table, his eyes filled with concern but also a hint of pride. His presence demanded respect, and everyone fell silent when he spoke.

Dada Jaan (softly, but firmly): "Elia, my dear, you’ve worked hard for this day. But remember, the future is never as certain as we think. The world outside is big and unforgiving. What does the letter say?"

Elia could feel the weight of her grandfather’s words. She took a deep breath and ripped open the envelope, the sound of paper tearing filling the room. Her family watched eagerly, each person leaning forward to hear the news.

As she read the letter aloud, her voice trembled slightly, but the words filled her with joy and disbelief.

📜 "Congratulations! You have been awarded a full scholarship to study at the Royal Academy of Arts, London." 📜

There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, as if someone had flipped a switch, the room erupted in cheers.

Areeba (younger sister, jumping up and down): "Oh my God, Elia, you did it! You're going to London! This is a dream come true!" 💃

Mahir (older brother, grinning proudly): "I knew you had it in you, Elia. You’re going to make us all proud!" 🎓

Elia’s heart was racing as she stared at the letter. London—it felt like a dream. A dream she had worked so hard to achieve. But a part of her felt torn. Leaving her family, her comfort, and everything she knew felt overwhelming.

Her mother wiped her tears with a tissue and smiled through her emotions.

Mother (smiling through tears): "Elia, you’ve always been our shining star. But I’m going to miss you so much. Will you be okay on your own?" 💖

Elia’s heart softened. She stood up and embraced her mother tightly, squeezing her as though trying to imprint the feeling of her into her heart.

Elia (whispering): "I’ll miss you too, Mom. But this is something I have to do. For all of us. I’ll make sure to come back and make everything better."

Areeba (teasing): "Yeah, you’ll make us proud, but don't forget about me when you're famous!" 😆

Mahir (nodding): "Yeah, we’ll be expecting you to send us all your London souvenirs!" 🎁

But just then, Dada Jaan spoke again, his voice heavy with a hint of concern. The room fell silent once more.

Dada Jaan (gently): "Elia, London is a big, foreign city. You will be alone, and I fear for your safety in a land far from home. It’s not just about education. It’s about survival. Can you handle it?"

Elia felt her heart race as the reality of leaving home began to settle in. Her grandfather was right. London was dangerous, unknown, and she would have to face it all on her own.

Elia (standing tall, voice firm): "I know it’s not going to be easy. But I have to try, Dada Jaan. I’ve worked my whole life for this opportunity. I promise you, I won’t fail."

Dada Jaan (studying her carefully): "I can see the fire in your eyes, Elia. Go ahead, take this chance. But remember, you carry our name, our honor, with you. Do not forget who you are, even when the world changes you."

Elia (nodding, eyes brimming with emotion): "I won’t forget. I’ll make you proud, Dada Jaan."

Her family gathered around her, giving her their blessings, their good wishes, and even a few emotional hugs. The bond between them was unbreakable.

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[Scene: London, England – A Dark Alleyway]

Meanwhile, in London, the night was far from peaceful. The dark streets buzzed with danger, and the underworld thrived where the city’s bright lights failed to reach.

Zavier Khan, the feared and powerful gangster, stepped out of his black Mercedes-Benz in a narrow alley behind a high-end club. The night was thick with tension, and the city’s pulse seemed to beat differently here—hard, fast, and unforgiving.

Zavier was cold, calculated, and dangerously handsome. His blue eyes, sharp as a blade, scanned the surroundings with precision. The man at his side was shaking, clearly afraid.

Man (panicked, voice quivering): "Zavier, please, I didn’t mean to mess things up. I swear, I’ll make it right. Just give me a chance!" 😰

Zavier’s cold gaze never wavered. His hand reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, the metallic glint of it catching the light.

Zavier (voice smooth, yet terrifying): "In my world, mistakes cost lives."

The man’s eyes went wide with fear. He could feel his knees weaken as his life flashed before his eyes.

Man (pleading): "Please, don’t do this! I’ll do anything! I’ll pay you back, just let me go!"

Zavier studied him for a long moment, the silence stretching thick. The tension was unbearable. Then, with a cold smirk, he lowered the gun and slid it back into his belt.

Zavier (disinterested): "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight."

He turned away, signaling for his men to move. The man collapsed, his legs giving way as he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zavier (over his shoulder): "Next time, don't make me come back here."

With that, Zavier disappeared into the night, his figure blending with the shadows. In his world, he was a king. In his world, weakness was punished.

But soon, his world was about to collide with someone who was as innocent as she was brave.

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🔥 To Be Continued… 🔥

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[Scene: Heathrow Airport, London – A New World]

The airport was a whirlwind of voices, accents, and hurried footsteps. Elia stepped off the plane, her heart hammering as she clutched the handle of her suitcase. The air was crisp, carrying the unfamiliar scent of a city she had only seen in pictures.

Her breath hitched as she took it all in—the towering glass walls, the rush of people, the distant honking of cabs outside. She was here. She was finally in London.

Elia (to herself, whispering): "This is it. No turning back."

Her phone buzzed, pulling her back to reality. It was a message from her university’s student housing office.

📲 Welcome to London, Elia! Your dorm room key is waiting at the reception desk. Safe travels!

Adjusting the strap of her backpack, she inhaled deeply and made her way through the crowd. But as she reached the exit doors, an unsettling feeling crawled up her spine—like someone was watching her.

She turned slightly, her eyes scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. Nothing. Just strangers rushing past. She shook her head, dismissing the thought.

With one last deep breath, she stepped outside into the cold London air.

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[Scene: The Royal Academy of Arts – Student Dormitories]

Elia unlocked the door to her dorm room, stepping inside hesitantly. The space was small but cozy—a single bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a window overlooking the city.

She set her suitcase down and ran her fingers over the wooden desk. This is my new home.

Just as she sat down, a knock at the door startled her.

??? (cheerful voice): "New girl? Open up!"

Elia hesitated before opening the door. A tall, stylish girl with curly brown hair and a wide grin stood there, hands on her hips.

??? (grinning): "Knew it! You’ve got that ‘just landed’ look. I’m Ava. Your neighbor and soon-to-be best friend, obviously."

Elia (laughing nervously): "Elia. Nice to meet you."

Ava stepped inside without hesitation, plopping onto Elia’s bed.

Ava (teasing): "So, what’s the story? You running away from a broken heart, or are you secretly a spy?"

Elia (laughing): "Neither! Just… here for my art degree."

Ava (mock-gasping): "Ah, an artist! Mysterious and broody. I like it."

The warmth in Ava’s voice made Elia relax for the first time since she landed. Maybe London wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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[Scene: London Underground – A Dangerous Encounter]

Later that evening, Elia ventured out alone, determined to explore the city. She took the Tube, the underground train system, and watched the blur of tunnels outside the window.

But as she stepped off at a quieter station, that same eerie feeling from the airport returned.

A figure in a dark hoodie was following her.

Her heartbeat quickened. She quickened her steps. So did he.

Her hands clenched around the strap of her bag. Don’t panic. Just get to a crowded area.

She turned a corner sharply—only to find herself in a dimly lit alley.

Wrong way. Stupid, stupid!

The footsteps behind her grew closer.

??? (low voice): "Hey, sweetheart, got a minute?"

Elia’s breath hitched. She spun around, ready to run—but before she could, another voice cut through the night.

??? (cold, controlled tone): "I suggest you walk away. Now."

A tall figure stepped out of the shadows.

Zavier Khan.

His ice-blue eyes locked onto the hooded man, who instantly paled.

Man (stammering): "I—I didn’t know she was yours, Zavier. I swear—"

Zavier took a slow, menacing step forward, his presence suffocating.

Zavier (deadly calm): "She isn’t. But you’re still wasting my time."

The man took one look at Zavier’s unreadable expression and bolted into the darkness.

Elia, still frozen in place, turned to Zavier, her breath unsteady.

Elia (cautiously): "I… I didn’t need help."

Zavier’s lips curled into a ghost of a smirk.

Zavier: "Clearly."

She narrowed her eyes. Something about him unsettled her. The way he carried himself, the quiet power he exuded—it was dangerous.

Elia (challenging): "Who are you?"

Zavier studied her, intrigued by the fire in her eyes. He was used to fear, but this girl? She had defiance.

Zavier (smirking): "No one you need to know."

And just like that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Elia with more questions than answers.

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🔥 To Be Continued… 🔥

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Highlights of Episode 2:

Elia arrives in London and feels a sense of both excitement and unease.

She meets Ava, her bold and fun-loving new friend.

A tense moment unfolds as she’s followed by a mysterious stranger.

Zavier steps in, revealing his intimidating presence for the first time.

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[Scene: The Royal Academy of Arts – Elia’s First Day]

Elia stood outside the grand entrance of the Royal Academy of Arts, clutching her sketchbook like a lifeline. The historical building loomed over her, its massive columns and intricate carvings making her feel small.

You belong here. You worked for this, she reminded herself.

Inside, students bustled about, some carrying canvases, others engaged in deep conversations about color theory and artistic expression. The air smelled of fresh paint and possibilities.

Ava, her ever-energetic new friend, nudged her playfully.

Ava (grinning): "You’re about to be surrounded by tortured artists and coffee-addicted geniuses. Welcome to the madness, Elia."

Elia chuckled, her nerves easing just a little.

Elia: "As long as they don’t judge my work too hard, I think I’ll survive."

Ava (dramatic sigh): "Oh, sweetheart, this is art school. Judgment is literally our oxygen."

Elia laughed, but deep down, she felt the weight of proving herself.

As she entered her first class, a familiar feeling crept up her spine—that strange sense of being watched.

She turned, scanning the sea of students. Nothing. Just her imagination.

Or so she thought.

[Scene: A Hidden Club in London – Zavier’s World]

The music was loud, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and danger. Inside a private VIP lounge, Zavier Khan leaned back on a leather couch, his cold blue eyes scanning the room.

Around him, men in sharp suits stood with a tense posture, waiting for his command. Across from him sat a man in his forties, his face slick with sweat.

Man (nervously): "Zavier, I—I swear I’ll have the money. Just a few more days—"

Zavier tilted his head, uninterested in the excuses.

Zavier (calmly): "You had your days. Now you have none."

The man gulped, eyes darting to Zavier’s right-hand man, Idris, who stood silently like a shadow.

Man (pleading): "Please, I have a family—"

Zavier raised a hand, cutting him off.

Zavier (coldly): "Then you should’ve thought about them before stealing from me."

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Zavier wasn’t one for unnecessary cruelty, but weakness disgusted him. And betrayal? That was unforgivable.

With a flick of his fingers, Idris grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him out. The club’s music swallowed his cries.

Zavier exhaled, rubbing his temple. He hated these meetings. They were a reminder of the world he ruled—a kingdom built on fear and power.

But tonight, something else occupied his mind.

That girl.

The one from the alley.

Her eyes had held something he hadn’t seen in a long time—defiance.

Why was she still in his thoughts?

He hated distractions.

[Scene: A London Café – A Collision of Worlds]

Elia sat in a cozy corner of a small café, her sketchbook open, a cup of chai steaming beside her. She had spent hours wandering the city, trying to absorb its energy.

As she sketched the outline of a London street, she heard a commotion near the entrance. A group of men entered, their presence shifting the café’s atmosphere instantly.

They weren’t students. They weren’t tourists. They carried something heavy in their demeanor—power.

And leading them was him.

Elia’s fingers froze on the page.

Zavier Khan.

He hadn’t seen her yet, but she recognized him instantly—the man from the alley. The man who had scared off her attacker with nothing but a look.

What was he doing here?

Zavier approached the counter, exchanging a few words with the barista. His presence was commanding, effortless.

Elia knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. There was something unsettling about him. Something dangerous.

Then, as if sensing her gaze, Zavier turned.

Their eyes met.

Elia’s breath caught.

Zavier’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes—recognition.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, to her surprise, he started walking toward her.

Elia’s heart pounded.

Zavier (low voice): "We meet again, little artist."

Her pulse quickened. He remembered her.

Elia (steadying herself): "I didn’t know you owned this café."

Zavier smirked, sliding into the seat across from her without asking.

Zavier: "I don’t. But I like the tea."

Elia raised an eyebrow. Tea? The cold, terrifying gangster drinks tea?

She watched him carefully. There was something unnerving about his calmness, the way he seemed to study her like she was an unsolved puzzle.

Elia: "You didn’t answer my question. Who are you?"

Zavier tapped his fingers on the table, amused.

Zavier: "You’re better off not knowing."

Elia wasn’t satisfied with that.

Elia (leaning forward): "Then why did you help me in that alley?"

Zavier’s smirk faded. For a moment, he didn’t answer.

Zavier (quietly): "Because I don’t like seeing things that shouldn’t happen."

His tone was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something she couldn’t quite name.

A darkness. A past.

Elia: "That’s not an answer."

Zavier (chuckling): "It’s the only one you’ll get."

Before she could press further, one of Zavier’s men approached and whispered something in his ear.

Zavier sighed and stood.

Zavier: "It was… interesting, running into you again."

Elia (crossing her arms): "That sounds like you don’t want it to happen again."

Zavier met her gaze, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes.

Zavier: "Or maybe I do."

And just like that, he was gone.

Elia exhaled, realizing she had been holding her breath.

What just happened?

And why did she feel like she had just stepped into something she wasn’t ready for?

🔥 To Be Continued… 🔥

Highlights of Episode 3:

Elia starts her first day at the Royal Academy and begins adjusting to London.

Zavier deals with the harsh realities of his underworld empire.

A chance encounter in a café brings them face to face once more.

A spark of curiosity, tension, and something dangerously intriguing begins between them.