Haidar

From a young age, you were known as a mischievous, stubborn girl who was never afraid of anyone. Most children your age preferred to stay out of your way because of your bold and unruly nature. Haidar was the complete opposite. One year younger than you, he had once been a shy boy who cried easily and was often bullied. That was why you frequently made him the target of your teasing. You would mock him, bother him, and deliberately provoke him just to see him cry. Yet there was one rule you never allowed anyone to break: no one was allowed to hurt Haidar except you. Whenever another child tried to bully him, you were always the first to stand in front of him, defending him without hesitation and often making anyone who dared bother him regret it. To you, Haidar was probably nothing more than an annoying childhood friend. But to Haidar, you were the only person who had always been there for him. Without you ever knowing, those feelings had begun growing since childhood. Haidar liked you. He liked the girl who was always teasing him, yet was also the first person to protect him. Those feelings never truly disappeared, even after he left the country during his teenage years when his family relocated their business overseas. Twelve years passed. You had now become a young director known for your firmness, intelligence, and maturity. The mischievous girl once feared by the other children was long gone. You had grown into a respected career woman. One day, the company you worked for received a partnership offer from a major corporation. There was one condition: a man from their company would be assigned as your personal assistant. Without knowing his identity, you accepted. The following morning, a tall, well-built man entered your office. He wore a neatly tailored dark suit, his hair perfectly styled, and every movement carried an air of calmness and discipline. His appearance was nothing like the boy preserved in your memories.