Scars of undying grief

Chapter 18

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"Damn you look too hot to be human, and why did you pull out this heat? " Fuad spoke after a while of staying mute that felt like an hour.

"Oh please, excuse my manners I thought it's a break up party you know, and I really want to have some business to handle after this." She spat as she pointed at the empty table.

Fuad flinched on a reflex, he thought she was going to pull or push a part of him.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, from her red glossy scrumptious lips, to her accentuated cheekbones that glowed, the curve on her chest and every other part that was visible, he could have imagined the underneath but Astagfirullah.

"Can we go straight to the part that brought us here." He pulled out the words slowly, to avoid an accident between his teeth and tongue, if the person in front of him wasn't fire she definitely was hell.

how did those curves manage to fit in there? He thought.

She used a mini hijab to cover her head and neck was that a disguise or something, was she trying to pull a classy halal dress or what?

It took everything in him to not lay his hands on her beautiful Shea butter like skin, around her arms that were open, that woman was damn gorgeous and it took this long to see all of it, what he got in the beginning was just a glimpse now he had a full Ansaar figure in front of him.

His mind had thought about all the haram things he wanted to do to her, but his hands were so halal they refuse to bulge.

"Hey, you seem lost, maybe a kiss will bring you back." She said as she pulled her chair closer to him.

"Ansaar can we just behave here, we can't go everywhere kissing and..."

"Hey look, no one is watching." She cut off and gestured with both hands.

" okay move your chair back."

"No I won't , do it yourself."

In order to avoid further embarrassment Fuad stood up laid his hands on the wooden chair to move her, and halt, his palms brushed the sides of her hips, that sent magnificent shockwaves to his system, as he took a moment to close his eyes and breath before changing his mind.

She quickly leaned on him to get him even closer, but he angrily moved and went straight to the rest room.

That girl is something else, what is she trying to do to me, or perhaps what has she done to me? He thought to himself.

Ya ilahee save me from her bad influence, I really don't want to do anything bad.

He peeked through the mini hole in the doorknob and watched as she rearranged her bossom and throw glares at the other guys staring, meaning it.

He knew she wanted him alone, but he was tired of being haram, and wanted something real and halal, but Ansaar's Dad insisted that she'll get married after securing a job that his daughter can not be a liability.

After a wasted two years, in Cambridge university, one year in Nile university, she's still doing God knows what in Northwest university, she'll never be ready.

And come to think of it, she loves too much of luxury, and respect was never a word in her dictionary, no one wants their kids growing up to them always arguing on who to do that or whatnot.

He rushed back to the table after easing himself, smiled back at her making sure to hold an eye contact for long.

" look Ansaar, I love you, you're beautiful, you are such an adornment that a man will need in his life, but you can not be the mother to my children."

" we don't have to give birth, we can adopt kids so they'll have a different mother, I don't have a problem with that."

"Now look at how you think?" He angrily spoke.

"Hahaha, so what? Who knows if I'm barren?"

" let's just eat first I'm famished." He said.

" waiter." She quickly called the man on a Maroon suit trouser, and a white shirt tucked in.

She scrolled down the menu and watched as he does his, then she said " I'll have whatever he wants, make sure it comes light, cause we will have a meeting in your bed tonight" and winked.

The poor man was already having a boner, the black skinny Jean isn't that hideous. The white bodycon shirt looked so hot on him too.

"Can I atleast say hi to your heartbeat?" She asked with a serious tone arching her brow.

It took everything in him to say No.

" atleast not here." He quickly replied cause she could do and undo.

"Please, I just want to feel your...." She pouted her lips and not even Fuad knew where those tears came from.

One hell of a drama queen!
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