Zara's POV

A handsome, muscular man stands right in front of me. His body is so strong, like a wall of power. He's so tall—I'm only up to his chest. I tilt my head back fast to look at his face. Why does he look like Tanveer? Am I dreaming? My head spins like crazy. I laugh out loud, feeling so happy inside, but tears want to come out too. Why am I this happy? Those berries... they must be making me drunk. God, what's happening to me?