Noor Chodhry did not like Kazi Hossain.
From the moment she laid her eyes on him in the forest, she knew he was different from her. She knew he was something in his old life. Besides the aura in his eyes, there was the perfection in his form. His personality, his physique, even his damn walk—Noor wasn't able to discern a single flaw. During the incident on the train, he proved all her worst fears and more. Kazi Hossain was unquestionably great.
Then there was Noor. Born, raised, and eventually dying in the city of Malerkotla in India, living her life as a servant and nothing more. She was the lone daughter of a servant family and that was how she lived her life—as a servant. Nothing belonged to her save the alleyway they sat in. It wasn't like her family served a particularly wealthy family either. They were ordinary among ordinary. So what did that make her? Nothing?
