Semua Bab Falling For Forbidden: Bab 1 - Bab 7

The sound of piano keys filled the tiny apartment, each note delicate yet heavy, like rain on glass. Amara’s fingers glided over the worn-out keys, playing a melody no one had ever heard before—because it belonged to her alone. A song of loneliness. A song of survival.She closed her eyes, letting the music drown out the growling in her stomach. Hunger was familiar now. An old friend. Some nights, she got by with nothing but a cup of water. Other nights, if she was lucky, she’d take home leftovers from the café where she worked. But today wasn’t one of those lucky nights.Sighing, she pulled her coat tighter around her thin frame. It was old, barely warm, but it was all she had. The apartment was freezing, the single bulb flickering above her. Rent was due next week, and she was still short. Tuition? She didn’t even think about that anymore. She was behind on payments, and any day now, she could lose her place at Ravenswood University—the only thing keeping her connected to her father

The morning sun did little to ease the weight pressing against Amara’s chest. The air outside was crisp, but the cold within her ran deeper. She had spent the last hour searching for jobs, her fingers numb from scrolling through endless postings that all demanded experience she didn’t have.One rejection email after another.Her savings—what little remained—wouldn’t last long. Rent was due in two weeks, and with her tuition fees piling up, the walls of her world were closing in.She leaned back against the small wooden chair in her apartment, rubbing her temples. The exhaustion wasn’t just physical; it was the gnawing hopelessness that came with knowing she had nowhere to turn.And yet, amid the silence, her mind drifted back to a time when things were different.She had been eight years old, running barefoot through the backyard, her laughter filling the warm summer air. Her mother had been in the kitchen, humming a soft tune while her father sat on the porch, watching them with a ge

The university had once been her father’s pride, a sanctuary of learning and knowledge. Now, it was a place filled with whispers and lingering gazes, where power ruled over principles.Amara walked through the grand halls, her presence met with disdain and quiet murmurs. The very air felt different—as if the walls themselves rejected her, as if she was an intruder in a place that once belonged to her family. Students dressed in designer clothes sneered at her worn-out attire, their conversations laced with mockery whenever she passed.“Look at her,” someone whispered behind her. “Still pretending she belongs here.”“She probably found another job to spread her legs for,” another voice snickered.Amara kept her head high, refusing to react, though the words burned into her skin like open wounds. She had grown used to it, but the sting never lessened. The stares, the whispers, the suffocating sense of isolation—it all built up, day by day, pushing her to the edge of endurance.Among the

Something had changed in Amara’s life. The weight on her shoulders felt a little lighter, and for the first time in years, she experienced fleeting moments of peace. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Happiness was a foreign thing—something she had learned not to trust. Whenever life gave her something good, it always found a way to take it back.Yet, despite her fears, she couldn’t deny that something was different. At one night she was sleeping when her phone start vibrating. The first message had come a week ago. Short. Unexpected. “You are stronger than you think.”Amara had stared at it for a long time, debating whether to reply, but something held her back. No name, no number she recognized. Just a simple, encouraging statement from an unknown sender.She had ignored it, chalking it up to a mistake or someone playing a cruel joke. But the messages kept coming, each day bringing a new line of quiet encouragement:“Even the darkest nights end in dawn.”“Your pain does not defin