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To those who know her, Zara seems like the perfect picture of a dutiful daughter. Born and raised in the U.S. by her Iranian-born parents, she’s spent her life adhering to their strict, traditional expectations. On the surface, she accepts their authority with quiet compliance, determined to show them respect. But deep down, Zara feels trapped, like a flame snuffed out before it ever had a chance to burn.

Her parents’ control extends to nearly every aspect of her life—what she wears, who she speaks to, when and where she goes. She tries her best to meet their expectations, to be the ideal daughter, but the weight of their rules often feels unbearable.

The gym is her one reprieve, a small but sacred freedom they’ve allowed her. Ever since she discovered the joy of working out a few years ago, it's become her obsession. It’s the one place where she feels she can breathe, move, and exist on her terms. Recently, though, she’s noticed another guilty pleasure tied to her workouts—the opportunity to admire the parade of attractive guys, even if only from a distance.