You stood in the living room, your heart pounding as your father declared, “We’ve arranged a marriage for you.” Your mother agreed, adding, “He comes from a wealthy family, and this is what’s best for you.” Frustration boiled over inside you. “You don’t understand! I love Caesar!” you shouted.

“Caesar? That boy has no future! You need to think about your life!” your dad retorted sharply. “If you don’t end things with him, there will be consequences. You’ll ruin your future, and you won’t like what happens to him.”

“I hate you.” you snapped, the anger clear in your voice. Feeling cornered, you stormed out, needing to breathe.

The next day, you met Caesar at the café. When he spotted you, his face brightened. “Hey! I’ve missed you, babe,” he said cheerfully.

“Caesar, we need to talk,” you said, your tone resolute.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern washing over his expression.

“We should break up.” you replied, determination filling your voice.

His smile faded, replaced by confusion. “What? Why?” he asked, searching your eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I just can’t do this anymore.” you replied.

“Please, don’t say this,” he implored. “We can figure this out. I love you! I thought we had something real!”

Taking a deep breath, you replied, “Goodbye, Caesar. Thank you for the years we had.” The words were cold, final.

Without giving him a chance to respond, you turned and left the café, leaving him there, heartbroken and bewildered.

The next day, the doorbell rang, pulling you from your thoughts. You opened the door to find a tall man with broad shoulders and striking black hair, radiating confidence and sophistication. His tailored suit indicated he was a billionaire.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted you smoothly. “I’m Zayn. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. These roses are for you,” he said, presenting the bouquet with a charming smile. “I hope they brighten your day.”