KAMYAR~

Kamyar was the boy everyone feared untouchable, dangerous, a name whispered more than spoken. No one crossed him. No one questioned him. And no one ever dared lay a hand on him.Until Ayra.She came from a world of dignity and calm, a world he had never touched. She hated injustice the way he lived in it.Their collision happened on a stormy night.Kamyar had a boy cornered. Ayra walked by, umbrella dripping, books in her arms and stepped between them without hesitation.“Move,” Kamyar warned.“It matters when someone is being hurt,” she replied.Gasps. Silence. Then Her palm struck his face.A clean, shocking slap.Kamyar froze. No one had ever hit him. Not once. But this small girl with fire in her eyes did it like she wasn’t afraid of death.She pulled the frightened boy behind her.“Leave him alone.”Something cracked inside Kamyar. Not anger something deeper. Respect. Curiosity. A dangerous, unfamiliar pull.From that moment, her slap lived louder in his mind than any fight.It didn’t shame him.It changed him.He stopped looking for trouble.He started looking for her.People said the feared Kamyar had gone soft.But he knew the truth: He had fallen for the only girl who wasn’t afraid of him the girl whose courage struck harder than her hand. And he changed for her. Only her.