The morning light barely pierced through the dense curtains of Gohar’s small room. Her heart was restless, echoing the chaos that now ruled her life. The engagement announcement had changed everything overnight. People in the lanes whispered, neighbors stared, and even children pointed at her as if she were a fragile doll now destined for a palace she had never dreamed of entering.
Gohar stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror, adjusting her dupatta nervously. She had never imagined that her life would take such a sudden turn. And yet, somewhere deep within, she felt a flutter — a strange mixture of anticipation and dread.
The First Real Conversation
Meanwhile, Sami paced the long corridor of his mansion, replaying the events of the engagement meeting. He couldn’t shake the memory of Gohar’s fearless eyes — so different from the polished, submissive girls his family had envisioned for him.
That afternoon, Sami decided to approach Gohar personally, insisting on a small, private meeting in the garden. The servants glanced curiously as he walked toward the guest house, where Gohar was seated on a bench, quietly folding some clothes.
Gohar looked up, startled, but composed. Sami gave a polite nod.
“Gohar,” he began cautiously, “I… wanted to talk to you. Alone.”
Gohar’s pulse raced. She had anticipated this moment but was unsure how to respond. “Alone?” she asked, her voice steady but quiet.
“Yes,” Sami replied, trying to gauge her expression. “I feel… we need to understand each other. Not as families, not as society expects, but as ourselves.”
For the first time since the engagement news, Gohar felt a flicker of relief. Someone actually wanted to know her, respect her thoughts, not just treat her as a bride-to-be.
Confessions and Curiosity
They walked slowly through the manicured garden. Flowers bloomed in riotous colors, yet Gohar felt like she had stepped into a world of illusions. Sami glanced at her, breaking the silence.
“You don’t have to say anything, but I want you to know — I don’t want this engagement to feel forced on you. I… I like you, Gohar. And I want to know if there’s anything you feel, anything you wish to say.”
Gohar swallowed hard. His words were unexpected, genuine, and yet confusing. She had never imagined someone from his world could see her as more than just a poor girl.
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered. “Everything is happening so fast. I’m scared — of being trapped, of losing myself.”
Sami nodded, understanding her hesitation. “Then let’s take it slowly. We’ll figure this out… together.”
And in that moment, a fragile bond was formed — a mixture of trust, curiosity, and the first hints of affection.
The Shadows of the Past
But happiness rarely comes unchallenged. That very evening, a visitor arrived at Gohar’s home — her distant cousin, Zoya, who had always envied Gohar’s resilience and beauty. Zoya had overheard gossip about the engagement and saw an opportunity.
“Gohar,” she said slyly, “do you really think Sami is different? Or is this just another game for the wealthy, a way to show off their power?”
Gohar felt a chill. Zoya’s words, though poisonous, echoed the insecurities she had tried to suppress. She wondered — was Sami truly sincere, or was this engagement a trap hidden behind charm and wealth?
Sami’s Challenge
Meanwhile, Sami faced pressure from his family. His mother reminded him of family honor, expectations, and the need for a perfect union. “Gohar is fine, yes,” she said, “but she is from a humble background. You must ensure she adjusts to our world and behaves appropriately. Do not let her independent ways embarrass our family.”
Sami clenched his fists. How could he explain that he admired exactly those independent ways? That he valued honesty, courage, and fire in a person more than wealth or status?
A Private Moment
The next morning, Gohar received a letter slipped under her door. It was from Sami.
“Meet me in the old library at sunset. I want to show you something. Trust me.”
Gohar’s heart pounded. The library was abandoned, a relic of the mansion’s past, filled with dust, old books, and echoes of forgotten stories. Still, she decided to go.
Sami was already there, waiting. He led her to a small corner, pulling out a dusty, leather-bound diary.
“This belonged to my grandmother,” he explained. “She wrote about love, struggles, and choices. I want you to read it. It may help you understand… that love is never simple, but it can be strong enough to survive everything.”
Gohar opened the diary cautiously. Each page revealed tales of secret meetings, sacrifices, misunderstandings, and loyalty tested by societal pressures. With every line, she felt a connection — not just with the past, but with Sami himself.
Episode 03 Ending — Cliffhanger
As the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting a golden glow over the mansion, Sami and Gohar sat in silence. Words were unnecessary. The diary had spoken louder than any confession.
But the shadows of family expectations, jealousy from relatives, and societal judgment loomed ahead. They both knew that their journey would be filled with tests — and the diary was only the beginning.
The episode closes with Gohar glancing at Sami, her heart racing, unsure if the path ahead would bring love, heartbreak, or betrayal.
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