Burn the truth (ENG)

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"I believe in the kind of love that doesn't ask me to prove my worth and sit in fear. I crave a natural connection, where my soul is able to recognize a sense of home in another."  I closed my eyes.  "Something free-flowing, something simple. Something that allows me to be myself without a doubt."

I opened my eyes slowly and looked into Imran's brown-green eyes.  "Do you agree with that, Imran?"

He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, something he often does.  "Your salty eyes tell me stories that make my heart cry. I want to wrap you in a blanket and tell you you are safe forever, Zara."  His fingers tangled with mine.  "Of course I do, Zara."

I pushed myself forward until our noses were only an inch apart.  "Think about it, Imran. I'm quite complicated and that will cost you a lot."

A loud laugh left his mouth.  "As long as I have you in my arms, I can take the world."

I looked deep into his eyes.  "If you run away from our marriage, I'll track you down."

A playful smile formed on his lips.  "I wouldn't dare.''

He brought the knuckles of my hands to his lips and pressed his lips to them.  "However, I will not accept this as a date. I demand a date. Tomorrow night."

I rolled my eyes and felt a smile form on my lips.  Of course, he demands that.  I nodded amusedly.

A sly smile formed to his lips.  "Great."

I saw the waiter approach us with our order and felt my throat gasp for something cold.  The food and drinks were placed in front of us and I didn't wait a minute longer as I took a sip of the cold ice tea.  The cold liquid entered my throat and I sighed with pleasure.

Imran looked at me doubtfully.  "Speaking of our marriage, now we have to book everything again."

I bit my lip as I looked away.  "I did not cancel the reservations."

"What?"  I saw Imran looking surprised from the corner of my eye.

Feeling Imran's eyes burning on me, I looked up.  "You heard me."

"Why not?"

"I-" my fingers fidgeted nervously.  "Somehow I was hoping that Faid would change his mind. So I decided to wait."

He gave me a dazzling smile.  "I'm glad you waited for us."

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I stared bored at the oven, waiting for the food to heat up.

Only eight minutes left.

I started tapping the counter in rhythm with my fingers as I looked around.

Only six more minutes.

I took a pair of bright yellow gloves from the kitchen drawer and put them on.

Only four minutes left.

I couldn't resist the smell anymore and opened the oven after which I let the baking dish cool on the counter.

I took in the scent with my nose and closed my eyes with pleasure.

A confused frown appeared on my face at the sound of the bell.  I pulled the door open carefully and peered out through the small space.

A deep frown appeared between my eyebrows.  "Camilla?"

"Hey," She coughed briefly. "Is Samira home?"

I shook my head.  "No, she went shopping with Mira."

"Can I come in then?"

Hesitatingly, I opened the door a little wider and let her in.