Avni had always been careful. She never let people too close, never trusted too easily. But Kiaan? He had forced his way into her life like a storm—reckless, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. They had been enemies from the start. His sharp words, her cold glares, the endless battle of wills. But somewhere between the arguments and the stolen glances, the lines blurred. And then the notes started. The feeling of being watched. The whispers in the dark. At first, she thought it was him. Kiaan—the man who knew too much about her, who always seemed to be a step ahead. But then she realized: he wasn’t the one watching her. Someone else was. For the first time, Kiaan wasn’t the threat. He was the shield. The shift between them was subtle. A lingering touch. The way his voice softened when he said her name. The way her heart betrayed her, beating too fast whenever he was near. But just when everything felt right—when she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they could be something more— The screech of tires. The shattering of glass. A scream. And then—nothing.