HER CRUSH

Chapter58

Zarah...
"The last thing I want was to be caught by Abdul. I never intended to eavesdrop, but I can't trust him, not after she came back into his life. 'First love never dies,' he once said, a fact I had to accept, even if I didn't want to.

'What brings you out here at this midnight hour?' he asked, his hands clasped together on his chest, his brows furrowed.

I hesitated, unsure of what to say, my mind racing with excuses and explanations. But before I could speak, he took a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he could see right through me."

I stood transfixed, words caught in my throat. Instead of lashing out, I find  myself drinking in his  captivating presence.his unique features set him apart  a symphony of handsome perfections. His chiseled features and piercing gaze seemed to command attention, and I cant help but be drawn to him. The sharp angles of his face, accentuated by his dark hair and piercing brown eyes, gave him an undeniably handsome and striking appearance. His Arab heritage is evident in his strong facial structure and expressive eyes, which seemed to hold a deep intensity. and I felt my heart skip a beat. I am captivated by the way his eyes seemed to bore into mine, as if searching for something hidden deep within me. A simple white shirt and sweat shorts showcased his toned physique, exuding effortless elegance.Time seemed to freeze as I took in every detail, my anger melting away.

It's not just Abdul's physical appearance that captivates me. His eyes hold a profound depth, a whisper of sorrow that dances on the edges of his gaze. A fleeting shadow of pain flickers, only to vanish, leaving me wondering.his  face wears a distant expression, a subtle melancholy that defies definition. Yet, amidst this introspection, an undeniable allure emanates from him. A mystique surrounds Abdul, drawing me in with an unspoken promise of secrets and stories untold.

"Back on earth, he snapped, jolting me out of my trance.

Then it hit me - the phone call. 'Who called you at this midnight hour, Abdul?' I demanded.

Ya Allah, babe, how many times do I have to tell you it isn't safe to come out alone at this hour?'

'But I'm asking you something,' I pressed on, frustration rising. 'Who called you? Why are you avoiding my question, Abdul? You're always like this lately...I can't seem to understand you anymore.'

He repeated his question, his tone unwavering. 'What brought you out here tonight?' I felt a surge of exasperation. '

Abdul, I'm asking you something, and you're asking me a different question! Why are you being so evasive?'

The air was thick with tension as we stood there, locked in a silent standoff, each waiting for the other to yield."

"I cupped his face, gazing at him with tear-filled eyes that blurred my vision. 'Abdul, what's happening? You're not the person I know. What's wrong with you? Someone or something is dragging you away from me, Abdul.'

My voice trembled, tears streaming down my face. "You always prioritize her over me and our baby. You've become mean, rude, and distant. Why, Abdul? You know how much it hurts."

I fight to contain my sobs. "I strive to make you happy, but you never reciprocate. Asma consumes your attention. I feel unwanted, like my family background makes me unworthy."My words poured out, a mix of pain and desperation. "Do you have any idea how I feel? Left behind, ignored, and unloved."
His  expression softened, his eyes filled with remorse.

The words poured out of me like a torrent, a mix of pain, sadness, and desperation. I felt like I was losing the man I loved, and I didn't know how to stop it."

"Abdul, I asked myself today if you still love me," I exclaim , my voice trembling. "The answer was devastating  you don't love me anymore. Your care, your passion, it's all gone."I struggled to contain my emotions. "I'm consumed by restlessness and unease. Your actions scream that your love has faded."