Tehmina's departure for London left Azlan and Haya alone in Pakistan, navigating the intricacies of their arranged marriage without the buffer of family. In the days that followed, their interactions gradually warmed, and they began to find solace in each other's presence.
Haya continued her work on her thesis, pouring herself into her research, while Azlan returned to his normal routine. Each evening, Azlan would arrive home around 8pm, and they would share a meal together, which Haya always lovingly prepared. During these dinners, they started opening up to each other, occasionally asking about their respective days. Haya would inquire about Azlan's office work, and Azlan would discuss her thesis progress. Slowly, a sense of comfort began to blossom between them.
As the days turned into weeks, Azlan found himself captivated by Haya's presence. Her grace, intelligence, and the way she carried herself began to captivate his heart. He found himself stealing glances at her, his smiles growing more genuine and frequent
One fateful day, Azlan found himself caught up in a confidential information leak at his office. The situation demanded his full attention and commitment to rectify the damage caused. Lost in the urgency of the situation and because of his workaholic nature, he failed to notice the numerous calls and messages from Haya, who was growing increasingly worried.
As the night wore on and the clock struck 2am, Azlan finally returned home. Exhausted and mentally drained, he entered the living room to find Haya asleep, her head resting on the side of the sofa. A weary smile tugged at Azlan's lips as he silently admired her peaceful form.
Taking a step closer, he called out her name softly, hoping to wake her gently. Startled, Haya's groggy eyes fluttered open, and she stood up in shock at the sight of Azlan's presence. Overwhelmed with worry, frustration, and relief, she couldn't help but release her pent-up emotions, without thinking, Haya's fists pounded against Azlan's chest, with hot tears welling up her amber eyes.
"Kya hua, Haya? Why are you hitting me?" Azlan asked, taken aback by her reaction.
Taking a step closer, after seeing her teary eyes, Azlan called out Haya's name softly, as he gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes searched hers, yearning for an explanation for her emotional outburst.
"Haya, are you alright? Tum theek ho?"
Haya's lips quivered slightly as she tried to compose herself. "Where were you, Azlan? I was so scared when you didn't pick up my calls or respond to my messages."
A pang of guilt washed over him as he realized the distress he had caused. He reached out, gently grabbing Haya's hands
"I'm so sorry, Haya. I didn't realize how worried you would be."
Haya's anger softened, giving way to concern and vulnerability. She looked into Azlan's eyes, searching for sincerity, and found it there.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, her voice softer this time. "Just... promise me you won't do this again. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you."
Azlan nodded earnestly, his eyes filled with gratitude for Haya's forgiveness.
"Tumhara khayal rakhna meri responsibility hai. I promise, Haya. From now on, I will be more mindful of your worries and make sure to keep you informed."
A new understanding settled between them. The incident served as a catalyst for their growing connection, solidifying the bond that was slowly forming
The morning after that fateful night, as the sun cast a warm glow upon their shared space, Haya came out of the wardrobe wearing a white kurta shalwar hugging her frame. Her damp tresses dripping water on her waist were not helping.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, Azlan found himself pinning Haya against the wall, his hand on her tiny waist and his face mere inches away from hers. As his eyes locked onto Haya's delicate, plump pink lips, his breath hitched in his throat. He could almost feel the softness of her lips against his own. His senses heightened, and he could almost taste the sweetness that lingered on her lips.
The mere thought sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that refused to be quelled. But just as he was on the brink of succumbing to his desires, Azlan's internal conflict grew too powerful to ignore. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, a gentle tap of his fist against the wall echoed in the silence as he fought against the overwhelming urge to give in completely.
Haya, perceptive as ever, sensed his inner struggle and understood the depth of his respect for her consent. She admired his restraint, his desire to do right by her.
On tiptoes, Haya closed the remaining distance, her heart pounding in sync with his. In that magical moment, their lips finally met, the kiss soft and sweet, sending waves of electricity through their bodies. With a gentle smile, she pulled back slightly, returning to her original height, signaling Azlan that the decision was now his to make.
Azlan's eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest as he recognized the significance of Haya's actions. She was giving him the power to choose, to decide the course of their relationship.
In that single act, she conveyed her consent and sparked a flame of connection that burned brightly between them. Her willingness to allow him to lead them into a realm of intimacy and affection was a gesture that spoke volumes, leaving him both humbled and awestruck.
His trembling hand gently cupped Haya's cheek, his breath mingling with hers as he leaned in, his lips finally meeting hers in a tender, electric kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips molded together, their connection deepening with each passing second.
The world around them disappeared as their lips moved in perfect harmony. It was a kiss filled with longing, tenderness, and the blossoming promise of something more
Haya finally got a kiss from her childhood sweetheart
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It was destiny ✨
Romance#2 in childhoodlove (08/03/2021) Haya secretly loved Azlan all her childhood, but she could never confess, not even when he was moving to London. They were cousins but still behaved like strangers. After 10 years, she receives his wedding invitation...
