The city knew her as Nayab.

At just seventeen, she carried herself with a grace that made people forget how young she truly was. Her dark eyes held countless untold stories, and her smile—rare and fleeting—was enough to leave hearts restless for days.

Every evening, as the golden rays of the setting sun painted the sky, Nayab would sit by the jharokha of the haveli, humming old melodies that seemed to belong to another era. People admired her talent, her elegance, and the mysterious sadness that lingered behind her eyes.

Yet no one knew that beneath the silk garments and dazzling smiles was a girl who dreamed of a life beyond the walls that confined her. A life where she could choose her own destiny.

Little did she know, fate had already begun weaving her story with that of a prince—a story that would change both their lives forever.