Prologue 🫶

Ferisha stood amidst the chaos, her hazel eyes, usually calm and calculating, now blazed with unrelenting fury. On one hand, she clutched her phone so tightly that it seemed ready to snap in two, while her gaze swept over the scene before her: the workers had utterly botched the construction of her dream estate, a sanctuary she had envisioned as her masterpiece.

"This..." Her voice was low and controlled, but it held a lethal warning before the inevitable explosion. "This is not what I approved."

The workers stood in nervous silence, their heads bowed, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. But it was no use. Ferisha's frustration boiled over, her tone sharp enough to cut steel. "Do you even realize what you've done? This was supposed to be perfect. Perfect! You've ruined everything!"

Unable to contain her anger, she punched in the number of the chief engineer. The call connected after a single ring. "You need to redesign the layout immediately," she snapped, her tone unforgiving. "Start from scratch if you have to, but I expect this mess will be fixed now. Do you understand?"

The engineer's calm voice filtered through the line, attempting to soothe her. "Miss Ahmed, I understand your frustration. Let's-"

Before the engineer could finish, another voice, deep and steady, interrupted on the other end of the line.

"Uncle, I've dropped off the documents you needed. They're on the desk."

Ferisha froze. The voice was smooth and rich, with a slight baritone that resonated like a melody. Her grip on the phone loosened as the anger in her hazel eyes gave way to something else-curiosity, or perhaps surprise.

"Thank you, beta," the engineer replied. "Did you already inform your father?"

"Yes, Uncle," the young man replied politely. "He'll join the meeting later."

"Alright. Are you heading back to college?"

"Yes, Uncle. I'll leave now."

"Okay. Drive safely, beta. Allāh Hafiz."

"Allah Hafiz."

Ferisha remained still, her lips parted slightly as she processed the exchange. The engineer's voice returned to the call. "Miss Ahmed, as I was saying, I'll oversee everything personally and ensure this doesn't happen again."

But Ferisha barely heard him. The deep, velvety voice of the young man lingered in her mind, an uninvited echo that refused to fade. She barely managed a muttered acknowledgement before ending the call.

To Be Continued...🦋

Author’s Note

Hello my lovely readers,

Welcome to this story and thank you for being here. I am Author Sugy, and this is my original piece of work, written straight from my imagination and heart. I hope you enjoy every emotion woven into these pages.

This story is different from the usual love tales you have read. We often hear about love at first sight, but what if love begins before eyes ever meet? What if it starts with a voice, a connection, a single call? This is a story of love at first call.

At its core, this is the story of a doctor and a stalker, a tale of obsession that blurs the line between devotion and madness. It is the story of a girl who loves intensely, obsessively, and unapologetically. A girl who gives Prince Treatment, even when her love is dangerous, misunderstood, and darkly beautiful.

Read with an open mind and heart. Your support, votes, and comments mean everything to me. 💙

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