Enisa lay sprawled across her bed, the late afternoon sun casting warm, golden hues through the sheer curtains. Her room was a sanctuary of soft pastels and eclectic decor—a tapestry of dreamcatchers, fairy lights, and bookshelves crammed with books of all genres. Currently, she was immersed in one book, its well-worn pages taking her to a world far from her own.

"Enisa! Enisa, tum kahan ho?" The voice was unmistakable—her best friend, Zara, whose presence was as vibrant and unstoppable as a summer storm.