A man like khalid

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Hello lovelies, so I decided to start publishing this book because few people had DM me asking me to start putting the book.
As u know some of u might had start reading this book before I deleted it so I made a lot of changes it is not enter the same with the first one I started putting so I hope u all enjoy this one, don't forget to vote comment and share ur opinion.

Book one
This book is Not edited.

London

The hall was resplendent with twinkling lights and the soft hum of music, filled with students dressed in their finest attire. Nadeen stood gracefully among them, her light skin glowing under the ambient lighting. Her elegant dress complemented her gentle curves, and her hair was modestly covered with a silk scarf, reflecting her faith and culture.

Nadeen scanned the room, feeling a strange dissonance between the festivity around her and the unease curling in her chest. The music was light, the laughter infectious, but she felt like an outsider, detached from the joy that swirled around her. Her soft, almond-shaped eyes and delicate features drew appreciative glances from many in the room, yet she remained reserved, her shyness keeping her apart from the bustling crowd of her friends who danced and laughed nearby.

Despite the festive atmosphere, Nadeen felt a pang of discomfort. She noticed Majid, a tall and charismatic Arab student, staring at her from across the room. His intense gaze made her uneasy. She knew Majid well, and she knew he was infatuated with her. The problem was, she couldn't trust his feelings.

As Majid began to approach, Nadeen's stomach twisted. She had once found his confidence charming, but now it only reminded her of the lies and the hurt. She steeled herself, determined not to let him see how deeply he had affected her. His steps were confident, but his eyes held a sincerity she wasn't sure she could trust.

"Nadeen, can we talk?" Majid asked, his voice carrying a mix of determination and softness.

Reluctantly, Nadeen nodded. She didn't want to create a scene, so she followed him to a quieter corner of the hall.

Majid took a deep breath. "Nadeen, I love you. I've told you this before, but I mean it. You're special to me."

Nadeen's expression hardened. She had heard this too many times. "Majid, stop. I know about the bet. I overheard you and your friends. You only told me you loved me because they dared you and promised you a car if you made me fall for you."

Majid's face fell, his eyes wide with shock. "Nadeen, that was a mistake. At first, yes, it was just a bet. But now... now it's different. I truly care about you."

As she mentioned the bet, Nadeen noticed a flicker of guilt in Majid's eyes. Good, she thought, he should feel guilty. But why did a part of her still crave the sincerity in his voice, the possibility that he might have changed?

She shook her head, her heart aching. "How can I believe you, Majid? You played with my feelings."

Majid reached out to grab her hand, his grip firm but not painful. "Nadeen, listen. I know you're going to Nigeria to study. I'll come too. I'll prove to you that I mean it this time."

Before Nadeen could respond, her friends Emily and Erick rushed over, alarmed by Majid's hold on her. Erick pulled Majid away roughly. "Back off, Majid. Haven't you done enough?"

Majid stumbled but regained his balance quickly, his eyes never leaving Nadeen. "I will prove it to you, Nadeen. Just watch."

The sound of Erick's fist connecting with Majid's jaw echoed through the hall, a sharp contrast to the soft music playing in the background. Nadeen flinched, not at the violence, but at the suddenness of it all. In that split second, the carefully constructed walls around her emotions began to crumble. Several guys quickly intervened, breaking up the fight, and the scuffle drew the attention of others.