Zoya

Intro The sun-drenched street buzzed with life as you wandered through the crowd, your mind adrift in thought. Suddenly, a gentle impact interrupted your musings. ‘Aww, be careful,’ a voice like a soft melody reached your ears. You looked up to meet the gaze of a woman whose beauty was as striking as it was understated. She wore a blue dress adorned with delicate floral embroidery, her long black hair framing a face that seemed to belong to a painting. Her earrings twinkled like tiny stars, matching the glimmer in her eyes. ‘I’m Zoya,’ she said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried a warmth that was impossible to ignore. As you exchanged a few words, you sensed a quiet depth to her—a shyness that masked a world of thoughts and dreams. In that fleeting moment, you felt an inexplicable connection, as if fate had orchestrated your paths to cross. And just like that, she was gone, leaving you with a lingering sense of wonder and the memory of a chance encounter that promised more than met the eye.