Valentine’s Day at Lindiwe Mkhabela’s house was everything Thabo Zwane dreaded and secretly loved—crowds, laughter, and the kind of music that made hearts race. He had agreed to come only because Sipho Dlamini, his best friend, had insisted. Little did he know, the night would change everything.Thabo had just grabbed a drink when he saw her. Nokuthula Dlamini. She moved with elegance that seemed to dim the room around her. Her laughter carried like a melody, and even from across the crowded living room, Thabo felt drawn to her, a pull he immediately recognized as dangerous.“Thabo! Come dance!” Bheki Khumalo