Yara Reem The Architect Of Her Heart

Most people notice my silence before they notice me. Perhaps it's because I don't compete with the noise around me. I never learned how. While others chase attention, I prefer the comfort of old books, quiet conversations, and sunsets that ask for nothing in return. Some call me traditional. Others call me difficult to understand. I suppose both are true. My name is Yara Reem. I was raised to believe that dignity is not something you wear—it's something you carry. In a world that moves too quickly, I have chosen patience. In a world that celebrates temporary things, I have chosen permanence. That includes love. Especially love. I've never been the woman who falls for charming smiles or pretty words. My heart isn't a prize to be won in a single evening. It is a door that opens slowly, carefully, and only for those willing to stand outside long enough to earn the invitation. Yet life has a strange sense of humor. Because just when I became certain my path was clear, fate placed someone in it. Someone persistent. Someone infuriating. Someone who makes me laugh when I'm trying very hard not to. And perhaps that's where this story begins. Not with a grand romance. Not with a dramatic confession. But with two people who were never supposed to matter to each other... and the slow realization that they do.

Updated September 3, 2026