I am the hero of my own story…

..."Deep Darkness and Dawn"...

...In the embrace of deep darkness...

...a blanket of silence has spread...

...Quietly passing moments...

...On the land of dreams...

...where everything lies asleep...

...In the depths of darkness...

...the echo of silence can still be heard...

...Under the soft shadow of a moonlit night...

...thoughts begin to take flight...

...Whispers of the heartbeat...

...carry me into a world of dreams...

...where every moment is a story...

...and every story hides a secret...

..."In the deep darkness lie hidden silences...

...under the faint glow of the moon...

...the shadow of an endless night...

...the echo of heartbeat's rhythm...

...When everything stands still...

...and I get lost in the world of dreams...

...then suddenly—...

...the first ray of dawn...

...cuts through the darkness...

...a gentle shine of morning light...

...pushing the shadows away...

...A message of new hope...

...a rising wave of expectation...

...a new beginning of life...

...Where every color comes alive...

...new paths of life open...

...where every heart's hope awakens...

...and every eye sparkles with dreams...

...Piercing through the deep darkness...

...the very first light of a new morning…"...

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...Chapter 1...

..."I am the hero of my own story…"...

I am the hero of my own story

where there is pride, I am determination

where there is darkness, I am light

where the chains of the oppressors exist

I am the voice of freedom

where there is truth, I am its support

where there is a heart, I am its heartbeat

where there is injustice, I am rebellion

Because…

I am the hero of my own story.

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"He was adamant that only if I bowed my head, he would place the turban on it…"

"I saved my head, because upon it lies the throne and the crown…"

The car was speeding down the road. Its roar could be heard from far away. Inside, two people were sitting. A man was seated in the back, leaning against the seat. There was a glow of determination and courage in his eyes…

And the other was his guard, who was driving.

He looked alert and fully focused, as if searching for danger in every passing second. There was a sharp intensity in his eyes.

On both sides of the road stood rows of trees, rustling in the wind. Occasionally, a few birds flew across the sky. It was a deserted place, where only the sound of their car echoed.

The guard's face was serious, as if he was on a very important mission.

The speed of the car kept increasing. They were heading toward a large building visible from a distance.

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"Boss… he only wants to see you bowing your head…" the driver said worriedly, glancing at the figure in the rearview mirror who sat calmly with a soft expression on his face.

"Boss… this is the first time I feel scared. Please don't go alone…" he said anxiously.

"Don't worry, Saif…" his tone was soft and calm.

"So you've really decided to go alone?" Saif asked with concern.

"I have made my decision." he replied quietly.

Saif became even more worried. This time the matter was different.

The car stopped in front of a magnificent building. Its architecture was impressive, surrounded by a strong boundary wall. As the car approached, Saif looked outside carefully.

Silence fell between them, but it was a heavy silence, as if both knew this journey was not ending here.

A guard came forward and opened the back door.

He stepped out.

Saif looked at him.

He was wearing a white pant coat, a watch on his wrist, his hair neatly gelled and styled. There was no childishness on his face, yet he looked innocent. He was only 24, but appeared younger.

A confident young man, with a soft smile that highlighted his simplicity.

"I am coming with you…" he said, stepping forward.

"Wait outside for me…" he ordered.

"Boss please don't go…" Saif's heart sank.

He stopped.

"Don't worry…" he said gently.

Saif's breath caught. Why was he going alone?

He walked inside.

Saif watched him leave.

His heart told him something was wrong.

Saif looked at the grand building again. He knew every corner of it, as if he had spent his entire life here.

The building was three stories high, beautifully designed. On its front was engraved: "Eren Home"

Its walls were a blend of light red and rosy tones, giving it an elegant look. Large glass doors welcomed light into the ground floor. A small garden with flowers and plants enhanced its beauty.

Balconies on the second and third floors overlooked the city. The rooftop had a luxurious master suite.

This building was known not only for its beauty but also for its owner's wealth and taste.

But today, for him… it felt terrifying.

He took a deep breath and followed inside.

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The atmosphere inside was dim despite light entering from a large window. Artwork decorated the walls, but tension overshadowed everything. A red and deep maroon carpet covered the floor, adding a strange seriousness to the place.

He stopped in the lounge.

A man was sitting on the main sofa, legs crossed, waiting for him.

He wore black boots, black pants, a silk black shirt, and a slightly loosened tie.

A few armed men stood nearby, watching carefully.

"Assalamualaikum…" he said as he approached.

Everyone remained silent. He had not forgotten to greet them.

"Sit…" the man said, gesturing toward the opposite sofa.

"I will sit… but that is not a reply to my greeting…" he said softly.

His tone was gentle, not harsh.

"I didn't call you here for greetings…" the man said coldly.

"Stay away from my path. Don't even let your shadow fall where I walk. Otherwise…"

"Otherwise what?" he interrupted calmly.

A faint smile touched his lips.

"What… will you shoot me with which gun?" he glanced at the weapons on the table and stepped closer.

Now he stood right in front of him.

"I will kill you and hang your body outside so everyone knows what happens to those who cross my path…" the man said angrily.

"And after that… will you bury me too?" he asked casually.

The tension in the room thickened.

"Stay away, Saahir Farqaan! Otherwise we will kill you!" the man shouted.

Saahir glanced at the men behind him. They all avoided his gaze.

"Is this all you called me for?" Saahir asked calmly.

"Yes… only this."

Saahir smirked slightly.

He leaned forward, lowering his voice:

"Do you know what I came here to say?"

He came closer, speaking slowly:

"I told you before… and I am telling you again…"

"I will not let you even crawl in this path…"

The man's eyes turned red with rage.

"Saahir Farqaan!"

Saahir turned away.

"If you interfere in my life again… I will kill you…"

"Then do it…" Saahir replied.

Silence fell.

Suddenly—a gunshot rang out.

Everyone froze.

Outside, Saif heard it and rushed inside in panic.

Saahir stood still. The bullet had passed just beside him.

"Boss… he only wants you to bow…" Saif said in shock.

Another shot fired.

Miss again.

Saahir kept walking forward calmly.

"I will really kill you!" the man shouted in fury.

But Saahir did not stop.

Another bullet fired… and again missed.

It was as if the shooter was failing… or perhaps he did not truly want to hit him.

"Saahir Farqaan… I will kill you!"

But Saahir walked forward again.

Then—

A shot was fired.

This time… Saahir moved into its path.

Time seemed to stop.

Saif's eyes widened in shock.

The bullet hit him.

Silence.

Saahir Farqaan had stepped in front of his own death.

A missed bullet had become his chosen end.

Saahir Farqaan was the hero of this story…

Who died at the hands of the villain of this story.

But Saahir Farqaan wanted this.

He wanted to die by his killer's hands.

Why?

Only Saahir Farqaan knew…

He was the hero of this story.

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