Burn the truth (ENG)

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"Romeo, have you finished the food of table 5 yet?"  I tapped my heel impatiently against the marble floor.

"Almost, give me a minute or two," he muttered quietly as he served the food in a plate.  Romeo was a good cook.  His dishes were delicious.

I sniffed my nose and let the scent sink in.  yum.  "Do you think Maria will find out if I take a bite of this?"  I glanced at the spaghetti in the pan.

He shook his head with a laugh and set the plate on a tray with three small bowls containing different sauces.  "You can take it away."

I carefully picked up the tray and walked out of the kitchen.  The customer gave me a friendly look as I placed the plate and dishes on the table in front of her.  "Do you need anything else?"

She shook her head and took her cutlery from the table.  "No, thank you."

"Enjoy your meal."  With the empty tray in my hands, I walked back into the kitchen.

Maria's blond hair came out as she walked towards me.  "Zara, someone is waiting for you at the door."

I frowned confused.  Waiting for me?  "Ten minutes," I heard her mumble before I walked out.

Seeing the figure, I took a step back.  "I said we wouldn't see each other again, Imran."

Three weeks.  I hadn't seen him for so long and I missed him so much.

His black hair was neatly combed back and his beard trimmed.  The dark green suit put on his black shoes and took the green out of his eyes.

His brown-green eyes glared at me.  "That was your decision, Zara. I never agreed to it."  He held my arm as I made my way toward the restaurant.  "Stop that."

"Imran," I pointed to the space between us.  "This isn't working. Maybe we're not meant for each other at all."

"That's not for you to decide," he uttered in frustration.  "You can't just walk away and expect from me to agree with your-" He shook his head without humor.  "No, sorry -with Faid's decision. What the f*ck, Zara."

I rolled my eyes and muttered bitterly.  "We are already weeks further. I would say that we have progressed nicely without each other."

"Zara, I refuse to live a life without you," he hissed through gritted teeth.  My heart, oh god, my heart.

My dark brown eyes pierced into his brown-green eyes.  "I'm not going to get married without Faid's blessing. I made that clear last time."

"Fine!"  He let go of my arm and took a step back.  "If you want Faid's blessing, I'll arrange it. I'll convince Faid. I promise, but I won't let you go."

I let out a weary sigh as I watched him get into his car and drive away.  I ran my hands over my face and let out a sigh of frustration.

"Zara?"  Maria poked her head out of the door and looked at me with concern.  "Ten minutes are up."

I pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear and nodded.  "I'm coming."

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"Zara?"

I took my earbuds out of my ears and looked at Faid from my phone.  He stood uncertainly at the door of my room.

"There is a party tonight at the hotel because of our new partnership the Grec family. Would you like to come?"

I took the pillow from under my chin and sat up straight. Will Imran be there? I wanted to ask, instead I asked, "Is Samira also coming?"  Faid nodded.  "Oh, okay. What time are we leaving?"