HER CRUSH

Chapter60

Zarah...
He gently wiped away my tears, his touch soothing my skin. "Why the tears again?" he whispered in my ear, his voice soft and gentle.

"You!" I pout my lips with a scowl.

Me? What did I do?" He asked, and I smuggled deeper into his embrace.He smiled, his light dimples appearing.

You won't apologize, right? See what I mean? You always do this to me."I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his warm gaze.

I always do what?" he asked, arching his brow

I kept quiet, biting my lower lip as I savored the moment. "Since when did you fall sick?" I asked instead

"Just yesterday," he muttered, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. We cuddled together, our bodies swaying gently.

"Are you taking your meds?" I asked

He nodded, his chin resting on top of my head. "Yes, Ummi made sure I took them," he replied, his voice muffled.

I smiled slightly, feeling a sense of relief. At least Ummi is taking care of him. I leaned into him, feeling his warmth and comfort.

Shes doing it for your health; she's trying hard to see you become a healthy person," I said, trying to reason with him.

"I'm healthy, na!" he protested, but I cut him off.

You're not exactly radiating health right now

"Hey, I'm fine," he protested again.

"Really?" Then why are you burning up with fever?" I asked, my hands gently tracing the contours of his face. And guess what? You're stressing yourself out about the wedding."

"Not really!" he said, but I knew better.

"Yes, you are," I insisted.

Okay, okay, girl, I agree with whatever you say. My lips are tied," he said, surrendering to my persistence.

"Then why are you stressing out?" I asked, curious.

He rubbed his cheeks against mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. "Sometimes this girl talks a lot," he teased, making me pout.

"I talk a lot," I admitted, pecking his lips.

Yes, you talk a lot zarah!"

You know it feels good to be in your arms again," I muttered, snuggling closer.

I know," he mumbled , his voice low and husky.

I love you just the way you are."

He shake his head, "No, no, you don't love me the way I am, babe. You know..." He smiled, leaving the sentence unfinished, but I knew what he meant.

"Why now, speak up!" I urged, but he hesitated.

You'll be angry again."

"No, I won't," i promised. "

Okay, you know the difference between you and Asma? Whenever we fight, she would never say a word to hurt me like you normally do. It really hurts to hear those words coming from you." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I hurt you a lot..." i Questioned

You always hurt me with your words... you have a way of cutting deep, Zarah,"And it hurts more because it comes from you.

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I'll try to be more mindful of my words," I promised, my I don't want to hurt you again, Abdul."

"How's the little one doing?" he asked, touching my stomach.