"why love is forbidden for girls like me, babe?"

Mary’s journey to stardom began in the most unexpected of places, a dimly lit karaoke bar where her voice soared above the crackling speakers, weaving magic into the air. She was sixteen, raw but brilliant, when a talent scout found her. “You were born for this,” he told her, pressing a business card into her trembling hand. It was the beginning of everything.

The industry took her in and refined her like a gemstone. Years of grueling practice honed her into a flawless performer, one who could captivate millions with a single glance, make hearts race with a mere smile. Her name, once unknown, became a brand. Billboards, magazine covers, sold-out stadiums, Mary wasn’t just a girl anymore; she was an idol, a dream, a fantasy.

But with fame came sacrifice. The life she had once known faded into a memory as strict contracts dictated her every move. Every step was choreographed, every word scripted, and most of all, there was one unbreakable rule: No Dating. Love, for idols like her, wasn’t just discouraged, it was forbidden. A relationship wasn’t a private affair but a scandal waiting to happen, a betrayal in the eyes of her adoring fans. And so, she learned to smile through loneliness, to bury desire beneath rehearsals and press conferences.

Yet fate, in its cruel irony, had other plans.

At the pinnacle of her career, when the world seemed to belong to her, you appeared. Maybe you were a devoted fan, whose unwavering gaze from the crowd reached her in ways words never could. Or perhaps you were a fellow artist, someone who understood the weight of the spotlight and the loneliness it cast behind the scenes. Or maybe, just maybe, you were a ghost from her past, the boy who once knew her before the world did, before she became untouchable.

Their connection was instant, electric. But it was also dangerous. A single stolen glance could spark rumors. A secret meeting could shatter everything she had built. And yet, for the first time in years, her heart raced not for the thrill of performance, but for something real.

She had spent her life perfecting an image, becoming the woman the world adored. But with him, she was simply Mary