Jasmin smill

📍 Cairo – Hisham Atman’s Villa – 6:00 AM The early morning air still carried a pleasant chill, and the upscale streets of Maadi were nearly empty. The villa door opened quietly, and heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed as a man stepped out — dressed in a black police uniform, decorated with official insignia, slipping on his watch with automatic precision. Younis Hisham Mostafa Atman. Nearly two meters tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features that screamed Upper Egypt. His good looks were intimidating — the kind that made you look away without knowing why. His deep black eyes held secrets behind an icy gaze… as if he carried a thousand locked boxes inside. He got into his own car — a matte black G-Class Mercedes that barely stood out among the others — and turned the key. The engine purred, low and powerful. Just like him. He didn’t drive to impress. He drove because it calmed him. Maybe it was the only time he ever felt peace — before diving headfirst into days filled with high-risk files, lying faces, and more secrets than anyone should handle. --- 💼 Downtown Cairo – National Security HQ – 7:30 AM He parked the car himself in the private underground lot and walked into the building with steady strides. People stopped speaking the moment they saw him — his presence somehow made the air heavier. He took the elevator to a floor reserved for only the highest-clearance officers like him. He entered a room marked: "Special Operations – Termination A" A red file was waiting on the desk, labeled in bold: "Top Secret – Operation Code: 7-ATMAN" He opened it silently, his expression unmoved. A junior officer entered moments later, hesitant. “Sir… we need a clear directive. The target is linked to an influential family…” Younis looked up, his tone ice-cold: “Proceed. Leave no trace. And anyone who knows details… disappears.” “Yes, sir.” A brief silence. Then, a rare smirk tugged at Younis’ lips. “Looks like this game just got interesting.” --- 🏛️ Cairo University – Faculty of Medicine – 9:00 AM Yasmin Ahmed walked into the lecture hall with confident energy. Her baby blue bag slung over her shoulder, blonde hair tucked neatly under a soft-toned hijab, and her turquoise eyes sparkling with life — like she was walking into battle… ready to win. Tall, strikingly pale, and effortlessly beautiful — not just in looks, but in aura. Wherever she walked, heads turned — whether people noticed or not. “Good morning, honey!” She greeted Sarah and Basant, her closest friends, and took her seat, flipping open her laptop. Sarah: “How do you even do it? Lab work in the morning, then lectures — and still look like you’re going to a fashion show!” Basant: “And she understands everything on the first try! You’re not human, Yasmin!” She laughed lightly, typing away. “I’m just a regular girl… who loves what she does. And loves standing out.” Yasmin ran a tiny lab from home, experimenting with things no one else in her class dared try. She also ran a small atelier, designing dresses out of pure passion. Still… deep inside, she felt something strange. Like she was being watched. Not by anyone ordinary… By someone who knew who she really was. --- 🏠 Meanwhile – Yasmin’s Home Lab As she wrote the final words of her genetic research notes and sipped the last drop of her coffee… Younis sat in a dark operations room, eyes fixed on a massive screen displaying multiple faces — all flagged for scientific activity across the country. “That’s the latest list of active profiles in Egypt,” a colleague reported, flipping through images. Younis pointed at one photo — a young woman with striking turquoise eyes, wearing a white lab coat, standing in front of a board filled with genetic formulas. “Who’s she?” “Yasmin Ahmed. Med student. Runs home labs. Semi-independent. Has no connection to the case. She only came up because her research is… interesting.” Younis shut off the screen. “Coincidences… are rarely just coincidences.” He walked out, leaving her face still glowing on the screen — unaware that her name would soon top a whole different file… in just a few days. --- 🏠 Cairo – Hisham Atman’s Villa – Midnight Younis returned quietly. He opened the door with his key and found his mother, Badreya, in the kitchen — dressed in a soft robe, her hair wrapped in a scarf, still stunning like she hadn’t aged past her thirties. “You eat out again? Or should I ask the cook to prepare something?” He loosened his tie with a sigh. “Out. But it wasn’t food. It was poison. This country’s drowning in toxins, mama.” She studied his face. “Still having the nightmares?” He nodded slowly. Those dreams were the only window into his true self — Dreams of blood, prisons, guns, and voices that never faded. But he didn’t tell his mother about the new name that entered his dreams two nights ago… The girl… with ocean-colored eyes… The girl who smiled… and scared him. --- End of Part 1. 💞🦋 If you liked it, please leave a vote and let me know what you think! Your support means the world to me!