The Refugee Romance
"Immigration lawyer Amira helps refugees navigate the British system. When she meets Yasir—a Pakistani political refugee—she discovers some cases become more than professional."
The Refugee Romance
"They'll kill me if I go back."
Yasir's voice was steady, but his hands trembled. Amira had seen this before—refugees who'd faced horrors she couldn't imagine, reduced to pleading for safety.
"Tell me everything."
He did. The political journalism. The threats. The assassination attempt that killed his brother.
"I'll take your case," she said. "Pro bono."
"Why?"
"Because everyone deserves someone who fights for them."
The case was complicated—months of hearings, evidence gathering, waiting.
Through it all, Yasir worked harder than any client she'd had. English lessons, volunteer work, integration efforts that made Amira's job easier.
"You're extraordinary," she said after a particularly good hearing.
"I'm motivated." His eyes held hers. "I want to build a life here. A real one."
"You will. We're close to winning."
"That's not—" He hesitated. "The life I'm imagining involves more than asylum."
"What does it involve?"
"You." The word hung between them. "Is that inappropriate?"
She should have said yes. Should have maintained boundaries.
"Yes. But that's never stopped me before."
His kiss was careful—like he was afraid of breaking something. She kissed back with all the things she couldn't say professionally.
They won the case.
That night, in her flat, she showed him what freedom could feel like.
"I don't know how to do this," Yasir admitted. "Dating. Being normal."
"Neither do I." She pulled him close. "We'll learn together."
He made love to her with the intensity of someone who'd almost lost everything—every touch deliberate, grateful.
"Meri jaan," he breathed. "You saved my life."
"You saved your own. I just helped with paperwork."
"You gave me hope." He entered her slowly. "That's bigger than paperwork."
"This complicates things," Amira said afterward. "My professional reputation—"
"The case is closed. You won." He kissed her forehead. "Now let me love you as a free man."
"You're cheesy."
"I'm Pakistani. It's genetic." He grinned. "Marry me, Amira. Let me spend my new life with you."
"We've known each other six months."
"I've known you were everything since day one." He held her close. "Say yes. Please."
She said yes.
The wedding was small—refugees and lawyers mixing.
Best case she ever won.