As the night deepened, the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow across the balcony where Siya and her secret love, stood wrapped in each other's arms. The familiar scent of jasmine wafted through the air, mingling with the tension that had settled in Siya's heart since her mother’s words echoed in her mind.

Siya’s POV: “Jana, what if they find out? My Mom—she sounded so sure. I can’t bear the thought of losing you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my fears.