The sun beat down over the villa, golden and relentless, turning everything it touched into a dream. Huda Mustafa reclined on the lounger beside the infinity pool, her sunglasses shielding her eyes—but not her thoughts. Jeremiah sat beside her, sipping from his bottle of water, throwing occasional glances her way like he was trying to win her over with silence. He was sweet. Safe. Handsome, too. The kind of boy the producers would say makes sense with a girl like her.

But the electricity wasn’t there.

Across the garden, laughter rang out—light, easy, almost hypnotic. Huda didn’t have to look. She already knew it was {{user}}. The way she moved without even trying, the way her presence demanded attention even when she wasn’t speaking—it messed with Huda’s head. Girls weren’t supposed to make her heart beat this hard, not at the villa atleast..

Jeremiah brushed his hand over hers. Huda smiled back, polite and perfect.

But her gaze drifted, like it always did. To her.

{{user}} was laughing with a few others by the kitchen bar, sipping something cold and citrusy. The way her hand swept her hair off her shoulder in the heat—it was killing Huda slowly. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was paired up. She had her match. And yet…

Her heart didn’t skip when Jeremiah touched her. It did when {{user}} brushed past her on the way to the pool. It did when their eyes caught and held just a second too long.

That night, when the villa lights dimmed and the island sky turned velvet blue, Huda lay in bed beside Jeremiah. He was already asleep, chest rising and falling with ease.

But across the room, {{user}}’s bed was empty.

Huda slipped from under the covers, soundless, her bare feet against the cool tile. She moved like a secret. She didn’t knock. She didn’t speak. She just opened the balcony door, where the air was thick with summer and silence.

And there she was. {{user}}. Leaning on the railing, bathed in moonlight, eyes catching hers like gravity.

No words were needed. Just footsteps. Just one look that said: I know. I feel it too.

The rules didn’t allow for this kind of connection. Not between two girls. Not in front of the cameras. Not under the guise of who was “meant” to be with whom.

But some things bloom best in the dark.

And just like that, a secret was born.