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Wari Pur – The City of Old Money and Untamed Hearts The city of Wari Pur was known for its grand estates, powerful families, and traditions that ran deep. In this city, love was often a luxury, and pride was a necessity. Sitara Anwar, known to her loved ones as Tara, was the daughter of Anwar Fareed Khan and Yasmeen Anwar. With a sharp mind and a heart that refused to be tamed, she was unlike most girls in her social circle. Tara had wealth, beauty, and an independent spirit that often made men wary—but Ammar Sadiq was never one to be afraid of a challenge. Ammar was the eldest son of Sadiq Yameen and Haleema Sadiq. He had always been destined for greatness—poised to take over his family’s empire, brilliant, and dangerously charming. He wasn’t the kind of man who fell in love easily. But then came her. Tara had always been around. After all, she was Ushna Sadiq’s best friend, Ammar’s younger sister. Through Ushna, their paths had crossed many times, but it wasn’t until a wedding night that everything changed. --- The Wedding That Started It All It was a grand affair—one of the biggest weddings of the year, held in the Sadiq family’s estate. The lights shimmered, laughter echoed, and the air smelled of roses and expensive perfumes. Tara stood beside Ushna, both dressed in the finest silk, watching the festivities. Ushna nudged her playfully. "He’s looking at you." Tara frowned. "Who?" Ushna smirked. "My brother." Tara turned, her heart skipping a beat when her gaze met Ammar’s dark, unreadable eyes. He was across the hall, dressed in an all-black sherwani, exuding confidence and quiet power. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—were fixated on her. It wasn’t the first time Ammar had looked at her, but tonight, it felt different. Tara swallowed hard and turned away. Not him. Anyone but him. --- A Dance The music changed, signaling the start of a traditional dance. Ushna, excited, pulled Tara towards the dance floor. The guests cheered as the men and women lined up, partners forming. And somehow, fate—or perhaps something crueler—paired Tara with Ammar. She should have stepped away. He should have let her go. But neither of them moved. His hand found her waist, firm but not forceful. Her fingers barely rested against his shoulder. "You’re nervous," Ammar said, his lips dangerously close to her ear. Tara scoffed, refusing to give in. "You think too highly of yourself, Ammar." He smirked, pulling her just a little closer. "We’ll see about that." The dance was nothing extraordinary—at least to everyone watching. But to them? It was a battle of unspoken words, of stolen glances, of something dangerously tempting. And when it was over, when they pulled away, both of them knew: something had begun. --- The Days That Followed – The Push and Pull After that night, everything changed. They weren’t friends. They weren’t enemies. They were something in between—something neither of them could name. They fought more, but their fights carried an undeniable tension. "You’re too arrogant, Ammar." "And you’re too stubborn, Tara." But then, there were moments—quiet, unexpected moments—when the world seemed to disappear. Like the time they found themselves alone on the terrace after another family gathering. "Do you ever stop fighting?" Ammar asked, watching her as she leaned against the railing. "Do you ever stop being insufferable?" she shot back. Ammar chuckled, shaking his head. "You like me, don’t you?" Tara froze. Ammar smirked, stepping closer, his voice dropping. "I see the way you look at me, Tara. The way you pretend you don’t care." She turned to face him, her heart racing. "You’re wrong." Ammar tilted his head, studying her. "Then why are you breathless?" Tara hated that he was right. She hated that he knew. --- The Confession One evening, after another unnecessary fight, Ammar had had enough. He found Tara alone by the lake behind their estates. Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn to him. "Tell me to walk away, Tara. Tell me, and I swear I’ll leave you alone." She opened her mouth, but no words came. Ammar exhaled, stepping closer. "I knew it." And just like that, he kissed her. It was raw, desperate, full of frustration and passion. And Tara? She kissed him back. That was the night everything truly began. --- The Love That Was Too Much They became inseparable. Late-night drives where Ammar would hold her hand and kiss her fingertips. Secret meetings where he would wrap his arms around her, pressing soft kisses to her temple. Fights that ended in passionate makeups. "You’re mine, Tara," he had whispered one night. "Only mine." And for a while, she believed it. Until reality set in. Ammar was always busy—meetings, flights, responsibilities. Tara felt forgotten. The fights grew worse. "I don’t want to be someone you fit into your schedule, Ammar!" "I’m trying, Tara! Do you think I like this?" "Then try harder!" One night, she walked away. And for the first time, he didn’t stop her. Neither of them knew it would be three years before they saw each other again. --- Three Years Later – Canada Tara had built a new life in Canada. She had buried her past. Until she walked into her new office. And saw his name on the CEO’s door. Ammar Sadiq. Her heart stopped. And when she finally saw him—when they finally stood face to face—neither of them said a word. Because what could they say? Their past wasn’t just a memory. It was a wound that had never healed. ---