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Title: The Flight of the Soul Writer: Farwa Khalid Chapter One The Cage of Gold The evening sun cast long shadows across the marble floor of the Haveli. It was a magnificent structure. The walls were adorned with history and the ceilings whispered secrets of the past. Zoya stood by the tall window. She watched a flock of birds pierce through the orange clouds. They moved in perfect unison. They were free. Her heart ached with a familiar longing. She pressed her hand against the cold glass. Her life was perfect to the outside world. She had wealth. She had status. She had beauty that poets would envy. Yet she felt like a bird trapped in a golden cage. Her father was a man of iron will. He believed in tradition above all else. He believed that the honor of the family rested on the quiet obedience of its women. Zoya had a fire inside her. She wanted to paint the world. She wanted to capture emotions on canvas. She wanted to fly. This desire was her secret. It was her silent plea for `Udaari`. The silence of the room was heavy. It pressed against her ears. She turned away from the window. Her eyes fell upon the easel covered with a white sheet in the corner of her room. It looked like a ghost. It haunted her. Tonight was the night of the decision. Her father had summoned the family. A proposal had arrived. It was from a family of equal stature. They were wealthy industrialists. The groom was a man Zoya had never met. She only knew his name. She knew he was looking for a trophy wife. She did not want to be a trophy. She wanted to be a partner. She wanted to be a soul. Chapter Two The Silent Guardian Zaviyar walked through the long corridors of the Haveli. His footsteps were silent. He was the nephew of the house. He was an orphan raised by Zoya’s father. He was indebted to the family. He ran their business empires with ruthless efficiency. His eyes were dark pools of mystery. No one knew what he thought. No one knew what he felt. He was a shadow. He stopped outside Zoya’s door. He heard her sigh. A flicker of pain crossed his stoic face. He had watched her for years. He saw the sadness behind her smiles. He saw the color in her eyes when she spoke of art. He loved her. It was a silent love. It was a forbidden love. He was the servant of the family honor. He could not dream of the daughter of the house. He knocked on the door. Zoya opened it. Her eyes were red. She had been crying. Zaviyar felt a tightening in his chest. He wished he could wipe away her tears. He wished he could fight the world for her. He kept his face blank. He told her that her father was waiting. Zoya nodded. She walked past him. She smelled of jasmine and sorrow. Zaviyar followed her. He vowed to protect her. He did not know how. He only knew he would die before he saw her spirit break. Chapter Three The Decree The dining hall was grand. The chandelier sparkled with a thousand lights. The table was set with silver and fine china. Zoya sat opposite her father. Her mother sat beside her with her head bowed. The air was thick with tension. Her father cleared his throat. He spoke with authority. He announced the wedding date. It was to be next month. He spoke of the benefits of the alliance. He spoke of business mergers. He did not ask Zoya for her consent. He assumed it. Zoya felt the room spin. Her breath came in short gasps. She looked at Zaviyar. He was staring at his plate. His knuckles were white as he gripped the fork. She looked at her mother. Her mother squeezed her hand under the table. It was a signal to be silent. It was a signal to accept fate. Zoya felt a scream building in her throat. She swallowed
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