Chapter 3: A Stolen Moment

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One moonlit night, after a community event, they walked home together. The scent of curry and jasmine hung in the air. Two shadowy figures emerged, demanding their meager possessions. Sanele's eyes met Anthony's, and without words, they surrendered their wallets. No one got hurt, but their hearts raced.

As Sanele helped Anthony up, their fingers brushed—a spark igniting between them. The robbers vanished, leaving behind a stolen moment. Beneath the jacaranda, Sanele's lips met Anthony's, and time folded into itself.

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