Burn the truth (ENG)

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I stared at the folder in my hands as I sunk deep into my thoughts. The memories of last night were constantly rushing and an unpleasant feeling invaded.

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Esma avoided eye contact and instead muttered, "What if Imran knew Rayan before you?"

A frown formed between my eyebrows. "You think Imran is hiding something like that from me?"

Esma kept a serious look. "I don't trust him, Zara."

A long silence overcame us.

"How do I find out if Imran knew Rayan before me?" I finally asked.

"Fish it out of his mouth." Esma leaned back and winked at me. "Be creative."
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"Zara."

I looked up startled. Imran sat across from me on the couch, frowning.

"I don't trust him, Zara."

I swallowed a chunk and held the folder in front of me again after which I started leafing. "Mmm."

"Look at me."

"What is it?" I muttered nonchalantly, my eyes checking a cot on the leaflet.

"Zara."

My eyes made contact with Imran's and I beamed a fake smile at him. "Yes, Imran?"

"Tonight is Samira's baby shower."

I only blinked when I stared into his eyes. Samira's baby shower? I felt my heart cramp.

They didn't invite me for that.

I quickly dropped the painful gaze and shrugged. "Oh okay."

"Zara," Imran uttered with an omniscient look. "I know you and Faid are arguing," Thanks to you. "-but don't you think it's about time you-"

Uninterested, I turned my face again and picked up the folder.

My brother's anger was justified. I had dropped it.

"-I mean he's your brother after all and all he wanted to do was protect you-"

I let my eyes slide slowly over the white box on the flyer. That should be big enough.

Just as I was about to go to the next page, the folder was pulled from my hands.

I looked at Imran with a sigh. "What?"

After a long stare, Imran put the flier on the coffee table. He ran his hands over his face and let out a sigh.

Imran lowered his hands after a moment and his eyes began to twinkle as an idea shot into his mind. "Let's go out for dinner tonight," he changed the subject.

I frowned confused. Dining out?

"A date, Zara."

What?

"Yes." He sat up straight. "We're going out for dinner tonight," he said firmly.

"You can't ask that of me," I snapped at him.

"Zara, come on," Imran muttered with a hopeful look.

The word "No" was on the tip of my tongue, but when I heard Esma's words echo in my head, I kept my mouth shut.

Instead, I nodded to his surprise.

A broad smile appeared on his lips. "We're leaving the house at six. It's now," He let his eyes slide to the screen of his phone. "-twenty past one. So take your time."