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Chapter 36 - My Fiza

As Alan tried to follow her out, Farzana blocked his way. He shoved past her, causing her to lose balance and collide into the wall. Alan didn't look back to see if she was okay. He called Fiza's phone, but she didn't answer. He made his way to her cottage but spotted her in the garden, a little ways off.

He approached her, his footsteps filled with determination, and sat down beside her on the bench. She was crying profusely. Alan put his arm around her, and she allowed it. She had no fight left in her.

"Why?" Fiza whispered, her voice filled with pain, as she looked at him with tearful eyes. Alan reached out, cupping her face tenderly in his hands, and kissed her eyes. His touch was gentle, comforting, as he held her close.

"How could you ever believe that I would do something like that?" Alan murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. He pressed soft kisses to her cheeks, her forehead, and then met her gaze, his own eyes shining with emotion. "Why is it so easy for you to doubt me?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and longing.

Fiza's eyes closed, seeking comfort in his touch, and the pain began to fade. Alan's words, like a gentle melody, washed over her, filling her with warmth and love. "Fiza," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "there is nothing I want more than you. No one."

He looked at her eyes, noticing that they were closed but she had stopped crying. "My Fiza," he whispered.

He kissed her lips, and she yielded to him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him closer as they continued to kiss. "You are everything I need," he said, taking a moment to breathe.

Everything else faded away. Alan held her tightly, their bodies pressed close, as they poured their emotions into the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the depth of their connection. Each kiss and each touch, a promise of their unwavering devotion.

Alan's hand, filled with gentle longing, traced a path along her back, sending shivers down her spine.

Fiza's heart raced with anticipation, and she reciprocated his touch, her fingers intertwining with his, their bodies becoming entwined in a dance of passion and desire.

Alan's hand found it's way under her shirt. He squeezed her curves gently causing her to gasp. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored it. His hand found it's  way under her bra and he drew circles with his thumb.

Fiza arched back instinctively and Alan trailed kisses down her neck, his lips igniting a fiery desire within her. His movements were deliberate and intoxicating, leaving her longing for more.

He hesitated as he kissed her cleavage, drinking in her scent and he finally pulled away, his words tumbled out between staggered breaths, "We should find somewhere more private." Fiza nodded in agreement, her heart pounding, her breathing heavy.

Taking her hand in his, Alan led the way towards his cottage. However, their hopes for privacy were dashed when they unexpectedly encountered Fiza's parents a short distance away. Fiza quickly withdrew her hand from Alan's grasp, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

Her disheveled appearance, the traces of her lip gloss on his face, and the state of her partially undone shirt were all too apparent to her observant mother. The silence that hung in the air was heavy with unspoken questions, and Fiza's heart sank as she met her mother's gaze, knowing that she had seen more than she wanted her to.

"Go clean up," her mother said, her voice laced with disappointment. "Don't let your father see you like this." Fiza swiftly slipped past her father, who was engrossed in conversation, and made her way into the cottage to freshen up. With determination, she removed all traces of her recent activities, washing away the evidence of her passionate encounter with Alan.