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Chapter 1: Reunion

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the backyard of the sprawling family estate, Mazyn found himself caught in a whirlwind of laughter, chatter, and a sense of déjà vu. The familiar faces and voices, the comforting scent of a summer barbecue, all harkened back to his childhood, but tonight, something was different.
Amidst the lively gathering, his gaze was drawn to a woman with cascading dark black hair and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. It was Shahiza, a distant family friend with whom he had shared countless adventures during his younger years. It had been years since they'd last met, and he couldn't help but notice the change in their dynamic.
"Mazyn!" His cousin Bilal waved him over, inviting him to join the festivities, but Mazyn's attention remained on Shahiza. She was different, more captivating than he remembered, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
He couldn't deny that a sense of nostalgia, curiosity, and something else he couldn't quite define surged within him as he observed her from across the yard. It was as if fate had intervened, drawing them back together, and the connection that had once been subtle was now electrifying.
Shahiza's eyes met his from time to time, each glance carrying a depth of emotion and an unspoken understanding that left him longing for more. They circled around each other, their conversations a delicate interplay of rediscovery and yearning, yet neither dared to bridge the gap between them.
As the night deepened, and the stars adorned the sky, Mazyn couldn't ignore the magnetic pull between them any longer. He knew he needed to break down the invisible barrier that had held them back for far too long.
Approaching Shahiza, who was standing alone by the garden, he cleared his throat, suddenly aware of the pounding in his chest. "Salaam, Shahiza," he managed to say, his voice almost a whisper.
Shahiza turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his, and for a brief, electric moment, time seemed to stand still. "Wa alaikum assalam, Mazyn," she replied with a warm smile.
In that singular instant, they both understood that something significant had shifted between them, and the well-trodden path of distant family friends had veered onto a new, uncharted course. They spent more time together, talking and sharing details about their lives, uncovering common interests, dreams, and aspirations that only deepened their connection.
Over the course of the evening, they laughed and reminisced, sharing stories from their time apart, and slowly but surely, the invisible barriers between them dissolved. It was as though they were discovering each other for the first time, despite having known each other since childhood.
Mazyn and Shahiza became inseparable during the gathering, their conversations turning from light-hearted reminiscing to more profound discussions about their hopes and dreams. The more they opened up, the closer they grew, and it became clear that this reunion had rekindled something much deeper than they had ever imagined.
As the night wore on, and the stars bare witness to the blossoming connection between them, Mazyn and Shahiza began to sense that their lives were about to take an unexpected turn. The question that lingered was where this newfound connection would lead them, and what the future held for the two souls drawn together by fate and a love that had been quietly waiting to emerge.

Chapter 2: Growing Closer

As the days after their reunion turned into weeks, Mazyn and Shahiza found themselves drawn to each other. They had known each other as distant family friends, but something had shifted since that fateful night when they reconnected in their early twenties.
The gathering at the family estate had been filled with laughter, chatter, and a sense of nostalgia. Amid the familiar faces and voices, Mazyn's attention kept gravitating toward Shahiza, who had dark black hair that cascaded like a waterfall and a smile that lit up the darkest of nights.
In the days that followed, they couldn't shake the memory of that night, a night that had sparked something between them that felt undeniable. They circled around each other during family gatherings, their conversations a delicate interplay of rediscovery and yearning.
One sunny afternoon, they decided to meet at a quaint cafe in the city. Their conversations flowed effortlessly as they shared stories of their families, their dreams, and their individual journeys. Shahiza talked about her passion for helping people, sharing her experiences of making a difference in the lives of those less fortunate. Mazyn, on the other hand, revealed his love for art and how it allowed him to express the depths of his emotions.
Their shared interests created a strong bond. Shahiza discovered Mazyn's kindness and thoughtfulness, and Mazyn found solace in Shahiza's gentle nature and her empathy for others. With each passing day, their connection deepened as they laughed and reminisced, sharing stories from their time apart.
During a family trip to a serene mountain resort, they found themselves drawn to each other. As the family danced to lively music, Mazyn and Shahiza danced together, their eyes locked, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The world around them seemed to disappear, and it was as if they were the only two souls on the dance floor.
Their connection grew stronger as they spent more time together, talking and sharing their dreams and aspirations. They couldn't help but feel that they were on the cusp of something significant.
Despite the deepening bond between them, they were cautious about crossing the line from friendship to something more. They shared their dreams and spent time together, but they refrained from hand-holding and other intimate gestures, each uncertain about the other's feelings.
It was becoming evident that Mazyn, who had a dark personality, was gradually softening for Shahiza. He was opening up to emotions he had long kept hidden. His connection with Shahiza was making him reevaluate his outlook on life and the potential for happiness.
One evening, they took a short trip to a place overlooking the mountains, where they watched a breathtaking sunset. As Mazyn pointed to a mountain and spoke of his dream to build a house in a serene place, Shahiza listened, sharing his dream in her heart, though she couldn't find the words to express her feelings.
As they took a slow walk down the hill, they cherished the moments of quiet connection. Their unspoken emotions and shared dreams remained in their hearts, waiting to be acknowledged.

Chapter 3: Shadows of Confession

In the weeks following their mountain retreat, Mazyn and Shahiza found themselves in a delicate dance of emotions. Their unspoken connection hung in the air like a quiet melody, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation.
Shahiza continued to find excuses to be near Mazyn, her heart skipping a beat every time she heard he was visiting. She would drop everything and rush to join the family gatherings, yearning for those stolen moments when their eyes met across the room, exchanging silent messages that only they could understand.
Meanwhile, Mazyn's once-dark personality underwent a transformation. The softening effect of Shahiza's presence was unmistakable. He found solace in the simplicity of their friendship, a connection that transcended the ordinary. His love for art, once an outlet for his internal storms, now became a shared passion, as he and Shahiza would spend hours discussing paintings, literature, and the intricacies of the human soul.
One evening, as the family gathered for a celebration, Mazyn and Shahiza found themselves lost in conversation on the terrace. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that mirrored the unspoken depths of their feelings.
"Shahiza," Mazyn began, his voice soft and vulnerable, "there's something I need to share with you."
Shahiza looked at him, her dark eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. "What is it, Mazyn?"
He took a deep breath, the weight of unspoken words lifting from his shoulders. "I've never been one to easily express my emotions. My art has always been my voice, speaking the words I couldn't say aloud. But with you, it's different. You've softened the edges of my soul, and I find myself wanting to say things I never thought I could."
Shahiza listened intently, her heart pounding in rhythm with Mazyn's vulnerability. The terrace, once filled with the sounds of laughter and celebration, became a sacred space for the confession of their unspoken truths.
"I'm not sure how to put it into words," Mazyn continued, his gaze never leaving hers, "but being with you feels like discovering a part of myself that I didn't know existed. You've become a muse for the emotions I never thought I could feel."
Shahiza felt a warmth enveloping her, a mixture of joy and a newfound understanding of the depth of Mazyn's feelings. As their eyes locked, the unspoken love that had lingered between them became a tangible force, pulling them closer.
He reached out, placing his hand on hers, a silent reassurance that he too felt the currents of emotions surging within. In that moment, the shadows that had veiled their connection lifted, and they stood on the precipice of a revelation.
However, as Mazyn's words hung in the air, Shahiza's eyes flickered with a complex mix of emotions. She took a step back, breaking the connection, and a heavy silence settled between them.
"I... I can't, Mazyn," Shahiza whispered, her voice barely audible. "As much as I feel it too, there are things that hold me back. Family expectations, traditions—we can't go ahead with this."
Mazyn nodded, a quiet acceptance in his eyes. They stood there, the terrace now a space charged with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. In that moment, Shahiza pulled him into a tight embrace, their hearts beating in sync for the last time.
Their hug spoke volumes, a silent farewell to a love that could not be pursued. As they parted, a tear escaped Shahiza's eye, and Mazyn brushed it away gently, a silent acknowledgment of the pain they both felt.
With a final glance, they walked away from each other, each step heavy with the weight of unspoken words and a love that dared not speak its name. Deep down, neither wanted to leave, but circumstances beyond their control forced them to separate.
Yet, as they moved away from the hug, their faces lingered just inches apart. The intensity of their unspoken emotions drew them in, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed as if their lips might meet in a kiss that both had already felt in the uncharted territories of their hearts.

Chapter 4: Departure

The departure lounge at Labasa Airport was filled with a cacophony of voices, laughter, and the bittersweet melody of goodbyes. Shahiza stood amidst her family and friends, engaging in heartfelt conversations and sharing laughter that echoed with the impending separation. Her eyes, however, were on a solitary figure in the back—Mazyn, sitting alone, a shadow of the person he had become in her presence.
As she bid farewell to loved ones, her eyes sought out the one person who had become both the melody and the ache in her heart. And finally, he appeared, weaving through the crowd with an air of detachment that replaced the softness she had seen in him during their moments together.
"Mazyn," she called out, her voice carrying a mix of anticipation and sadness.
He turned his expression into a mask that betrayed no emotion. "Shahiza," he replied, a nod accompanying the acknowledgement.
The yearning to hold him tight battled with the reality of the public setting. She forced a smile and continued conversations with everyone else.
As Mazyn walked away, he looked at her, his eyes revealing a hint of the warmth they had shared.
The boarding call echoed through the terminal, signalling the inevitable separation. Family and friends gathered for a final round of hugs. Shahiza, caught between the joy of being surrounded by loved ones and the ache of leaving Mazyn, shared embraces laden with emotions.
Her family, sensing the depth of her connection with Mazyn, exchanged knowing glances. Yet, they respected the unspoken and allowed her the space to navigate the complexities of parting.
Amidst the hugs and conversations, Shahiza stole glances at Mazyn, sitting alone like a brooding silhouette in the corner. His dark and emotionless exterior shielded the turbulence within.
As the group dispersed, she found herself standing in front of Mazyn. They hugged each other but not how they held each other last night. Just a friendly hug and that’s it.
"Until we meet again," she whispered, her voice catching.
He nodded, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that he struggled to articulate. "Until then, Shahiza."
She walked away, each step a conscious effort to move forward, knowing that she was leaving behind someone who had made her feel a depth of emotion she had never known.
Mazyn watched her depart, his eyes revealing a storm of conflicting emotions. He felt the echoes of her presence fading away, and he understood that no one else would ever come close to occupying the space in his heart that Shahiza had claimed.
As Shahiza entered the plane, tears welled up, and she sought solace in the anonymity of her seat away from her parents. The weight of the farewell pressed on her chest, and she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, shedding tears for a love that was both beautiful and unattainable.
The plane taxied on the runway, and as it ascended into the sky, Shahiza and Mazyn felt each other slipping away into the distance.
The physical separation mirrored the emotional one, and as the plane soared through the clouds, they both carried the remnants of a love that defied time and distance, lingering in the recesses of their hearts.

Chapter 5: Midnight Reverie

Shahiza's return to Melbourne was a voyage through the twilight of emotions, the cityscape unfolding below mirroring the complexity of her feelings. The hum of the plane's engines seemed to echo the resonance of her thoughts, each passing cloud a fleeting memory of the dreamy moments shared with Mazyn in Fiji. The urge to hear his voice, to feel the connection they had forged, intensified with every passing minute.
The airport greeted her with its familiar hustle, a stark contrast to the serene beaches she had left behind. Every step away from the plane felt like a reluctant retreat into the realm of reality. The memories of laughter, shared glances, and the touch of his hand lingered, casting a soft haze over the cold airport surroundings.
Back home, the ticking clock seemed to synchronize with the mechanical rhythm of unpacking and chores—an attempt to fill the quiet void left by the absence of his presence. The clatter of unpacking echoed in the hollow spaces of her room, as if each item carried with it a whisper of the time spent with him.
Finally, as she settled on her bed, the phone in her hand felt like a lifeline to the warmth she had left behind. She took a deep breath, the crisp Melbourne air filling her lungs, and dialled his number. The phone rang, each tone a heartbeat echoing the anticipation that danced within her.
After bidding Shahiza farewell at the airport, Mazyn found himself adrift in the currents of his own thoughts. The drive back home was a solitary journey, each mile widening the gap left by Shahiza's departure. The familiar sights of the city seemed muted, as if the world had momentarily lost its vibrancy.
Arriving home, he was met with an emptiness that echoed with her absence. The solitude, a stark contrast to the shared laughter and whispered conversations that had filled these spaces just hours ago. Restlessness fuelled his actions, and without a second thought, he left for the football field—the place where the chaos of the game mirrored the chaos in his mind.
Under the floodlights, the rhythmic thud of the ball against his foot became a desperate attempt to drown out the haunting echoes of their shared moments. Football, usually a sanctuary, now served as a battleground between the solace it offered and the longing for a different kind of peace.
Post-game, a shower did little to wash away the invisible weight on his shoulders. The touch of water couldn't erase the touch of her hand, and the steam failed to clear the fog of thoughts that clouded his mind.
Now at home, he sought refuge in the virtual realm of video games, a diversion from the reality he wasn't ready to face. The flashing lights and immersive world provided momentary reprieve, but each victory in the game was a reminder of the real-life loss he was grappling with.
As he navigated through the digital landscapes, his phone, like an unexpected beacon, lit up with Shahiza's name. With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, he answered. "Hey," he greeted, the syllable holding a weight of unspoken emotions.
"Hey, it's me," she greeted, a nervous energy in her voice.
Mazyn, at home after his own tumultuous evening, felt a jolt at the sound of her voice. "Shahiza! How's everything?"
As she shared the details of her journey and the adventures in Fiji, the distance between them seemed to shrink. The conversation flowed like a river, winding through the landscapes of their experiences.
"And remember how we tried to make that puppy drink water out of our hands, but we failed," she chuckled.
Mazyn, a smile evident in his voice, replied, "Yeah, it’s cute you cared so much about that puppy."
As the night deepened, they tiptoed into the uncharted territory of emotions. Shahiza's tone became softer, "Mazyn, I couldn't help but think of you the entire time. Our moments, they were magical."
Mazyn, a rare vulnerability breaking through, admitted, "You brought a kind of peace into my life that I didn't know was missing."
The conversation delved into the intricacies of their feelings, exploring the unspoken undercurrents that had woven themselves between stolen glances and shared smiles.
"You know, I could hear your laughter even in the sound of the waves," Mazyn confessed.
Shahiza's voice softened, "And your eyes, they held a universe of stories I wanted to explore. And in that hug, I felt a universe of emotions, a story untold."
As the night wore on, time became a silent spectator to their connection deepening. The clock struck morning, and both of them were reluctant to end the conversation.
"We should get some sleep," Shahiza suggested, a hint of sadness in her voice.
Mazyn, echoing her sentiment, replied, "Yeah, but let's continue this dream tomorrow."
They agreed to go to sleep at 5 in the morning, reluctantly hanging up. Both drifted into sleep with smiles, the echo of their conversation creating a cocoon of warmth in the solitude of the night. The night had been a tapestry of shared dreams and whispered confessions, leaving a lingering promise of a tomorrow where they could pick up right where they left off.

Chapter 6: Unspoken Love and New Beginnings

Mazyn and Shahiza's bond grew stronger with each passing day. They shared every moment of their lives through calls and messages, falling more in love with each other. Their conversations were filled with laughter, dreams, and the comfort of knowing they had found someone special.
One evening, as they talked about their favorite songs, Shahiza hesitated before asking, "Mazyn, do you sing?"
Mazyn chuckled, "Not really. But for you, I might try."
Shahiza's voice was filled with anticipation, "Please, sing something for me."
After a brief pause, Mazyn began to sing a soft melody. His voice, though not trained, was filled with emotion. Shahiza closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his voice wash over her. It was a simple, beautiful moment that brought them even closer.
On another night, Shahiza felt uneasy and couldn't sleep. She called Mazyn, her voice tinged with worry. "Mazyn, I can't sleep. I feel... restless."
Mazyn's voice was calm and soothing. "Don't worry, Shahiza. I'll recite Ayatul Kursi for you."
As he recited the verses, a sense of peace enveloped Shahiza. His words were like a gentle lullaby, calming her mind and heart. From that night on, it became a routine. Every night, Mazyn would recite Ayatul Kursi for her, and she wouldn't fall asleep without it.
One evening, during one of their many conversations, Shahiza mentioned her love for pets. "I've always loved animals, especially puppies. They're just so adorable."
Mazyn smiled, making a mental note. He knew exactly what to do.
Two days later, Mazyn received a text from his dear friend, Shania. "Hey, there are some cute puppies at this place. Thought you'd like to know!"
Mazyn's heart raced with excitement. He thanked her and told her he wanted to adopt one. He quickly made arrangements and went to the place to see the puppies. All of them were in a room, but none felt like the right one.
The owner noticed his hesitation and said, "There are two more puppies that haven't been retrieved from a place where their mother gave birth."
Mazyn followed the owner to the secluded spot and took a glance at the puppies from afar. Instantly, he felt a connection with the gray one. He knew this was the puppy he wanted. Determined, he went through the hustle to reach the puppies and managed to retrieve them.
Looking into the puppy's eyes, Mazyn felt that fate had meant for them to meet. He was about to leave with his brother when his brother expressed a desire to adopt the other puppy. They all agreed, and now Mazyn and his brother left for home with the newest members of their family.
As Mazyn drove home, he couldn't wait to surprise Shahiza. He knew how much this would mean to her, and the thought of her joy filled his heart with warmth. This was just the beginning of many beautiful moments they would share together.

Chapter 7: A Heartfelt Surprise

Mazyn had been eagerly waiting for this moment. The anticipation built up as he thought about how much Shahiza would love the surprise he had for her. The little gray puppy, now a part of his life, was the perfect gift to show her how much he cared.
He called her, his heart pounding with excitement. "Hey, Shahiza. I want you to meet someone."
Her voice, filled with curiosity, replied, "Really? Who is it?"
"There's someone here who is part of our lives now," Mazyn said, grinning as he positioned the camera to reveal the puppy.
When she saw the puppy, her eyes lit up with pure joy. "Oh my God, Mazyn! He's adorable!"
He laughed, feeling a sense of fulfillment seeing her so happy. "I knew you'd love him. He's ours now."
From that point forward, they grew even closer, bonded by their shared love for the little pup. Every day, they would talk about his antics, his progress, and how much joy he brought into their lives. Shahiza sent gifts for the puppy, each one filled with love and care. She would often ask, "Did he like the new toy?" or "How's he doing with the new bed?"
They spent hours discussing his behavior, training him, and sharing every little milestone he achieved. It was as if the puppy was a bridge, connecting their hearts even more deeply.
One evening, as they watched the puppy play, Shahiza said, "You know, Mazyn, having him and seeing how you raise him, makes me want to love you even more."
Mazyn smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "I would have loved it so much if you were here to raise him with me."
Their conversations became richer, filled with plans for the future and dreams of a life together. The puppy had become a symbol of their growing love, a testament to the bond they shared.
As the days turned into weeks, their relationship flourished. The distance seemed less daunting with the constant connection they maintained through their little furry friend. And every night, as Mazyn recited Ayatul Kursi to comfort her, he knew that their hearts were intertwined in ways that distance could never diminish.
Together, they nurtured their relationship, finding joy in the simplest moments and drawing strength from the love they had for each other and their puppy. It was a journey of love, trust, and shared dreams, and with each passing day, they felt more certain that they were meant to be together.
Chapter 8: A New Beginning

Shahiza and Mazyn had grown so close to each other that they decided it was time to take the next step in their relationship. They both felt that marriage was the right path for them. Shahiza told her parents about their decision, and Mazyn shared the news with his mother. Both families were overjoyed to hear about their plans.
Shahiza's father came to Mazyn's place to discuss the marriage arrangements. They sat down and talked about everything, fixing the dates and planning the events. After Shahiza's father returned to Melbourne, Shahiza herself came to Fiji to meet Mazyn.
Mazyn went to pick her up from Labasa Airport, with Frost and Spike sitting in the back of his van. When Shahiza saw the two dogs, she came running to Mazyn, her face lighting up with joy. She then met Frost and Spike, who were just as excited to see her.
After she reached home, the next five days were planned to be spent with Mazyn. Every day, Mazyn would pick her up from her family’s house, and they would go on dates, creating new memories together. They visited the beach, watched sunsets, and explored the beautiful landscapes of Fiji.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water, they shared their first kiss. It was a tender moment, filled with the promise of their future together. Shahiza looked into Mazyn's eyes and said, "I want you to be my first."
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Chapter 9: A Night to Remember

Shahiza and Mazyn's bond had grown stronger since their first kiss, and the tension between them was palpable. One day, they decided to spend a night together at a hotel, a place where they could be alone and free to explore their feelings.
Upon arriving, they went straight to their room. The moment the door closed behind them, the atmosphere shifted. They unpacked in silence, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Finally, they sat down on the bed, their eyes meeting in a shared understanding.
Mazyn reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind Shahiza's ear. "I can't believe we're here," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
Shahiza smiled, her hand finding his. "Neither can I," she replied softly.
As they leaned in, their lips met in a tender kiss. The kiss deepened, and Mazyn's hand moved down from gently holding her face and slowly down to caressing her boobs, then pulling her closer. Shahiza's breath quickened as his touch sent shivers down her spine. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of them in their own universe.
Mazyn's hand traced the curve of her waist, and Shahiza's body responded, pressing closer to him. They kissed again, each kiss more passionate than the last. When they finally broke apart, their eyes locked, filled with unspoken desire.
"Stand up," Mazyn said gently, his voice a mix of command and plea.
Shahiza complied, her heart racing. With deliberate slowness, Mazyn removed her dress, his fingers brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of warmth. she was now standing in front of him in her laced panties and Mazyn would not stop from admiring her beauty. Shahiza's breath hitched as he laid her gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.
He kissed her again, each touch filled with tenderness and longing. His hands roamed her body, exploring and caressing. Shahiza's breath grew deeper, her body responding to his every touch. Mazyn's lips trailed down her neck, sending waves of pleasure through her.
As his hand moved lower, Shahiza let out a soft moan, her body arching towards him. Mazyn paused, looking into her eyes, seeking her consent. Shahiza nodded, her eyes filled with trust and desire.
He continued, his touch gentle yet firm, eliciting a gasp from Shahiza. Mazyn felt her warm nectar on his finger. He then kissed Shahiza all over her body and slowly moved down to her pussy. Mazyn gently removed Shahiza’s laced panties. He then slowly kissed Sahiza’s pussy, each kiss more sincere than the last. The warm nectar on his lips tasted sweeter than anything he had tasted before. Shahiza moaned and moved her body while Mazyn kept kissing and licking her pussy like he had missed her pussy more than her. When he got up and stood in front of Shahiza, she took a look at Mazyn’s cock. Hard and nerves visible. She took his cock in her hand and said “this is huge!” Mazyn smiled at her and gently held her head, guiding her lips to his cock. Shahiza kissed the tip of his cock slowly slid it in her mouth with her tongue out. She stroked and gagged with tears in her eyes while tasting Mazyn’s cock in her mouth. Mazyn grabbed Shahiza’s hair at the back of her head and slowly started fucking her mouth. He put every inch of his cock deep inside her throat. She gagged and pushed Mazyn back, gasping for air.  then pulled him on top of her in between her legs. Mazyn gently pushed his cock inside Shahiza. She begged him to go slow and he abided. Shahiza moaned so loud and sunk her nails on his back, pulling him close to her. Mazyn then  slowly fucked her, and he moaned with each stroke. He fucked her in positions he loved to watch her and courteous enough to fuck her in positions she wanted to be fucked in. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies communicating in ways words never could. Each touch, each kiss, brought them closer, their connection deepening with every moment.
Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other, their love and desire intertwining. “I want you to cum inside me” Shahiza requested. Finally, they reached a crescendo, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their feelings. As they lay together, spent and satisfied, Mazyn held Shahiza close, their hearts beating in unison.
They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. Shahiza nestled against Mazyn's chest, feeling safe and loved. Mazyn stroked her hair, his touch soothing and gentle.
"I love you," Shahiza whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too," Mazyn replied, kissing the top of her head.
In that moment, they knew they had found something special, something worth holding onto. Their love had brought them together, and now, they were ready to face whatever the future held, side by side.
Chapter 10: Unforgettable Days

After the night they spent together, the bond between Shahiza and Mazyn grew even stronger. The following days were filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable moments. They made the most of their time together, knowing that their days were numbered before Shahiza had to return to Melbourne.
Every evening, they found themselves on romantic dinner dates, exploring the best restaurants in the city. They talked about everything—hopes, dreams, fears, and the future they both longed to share.
After their dinners, it seemed like an unspoken agreement that they would return to the hotel. Each night was a rekindling of the passion they felt, a chance to create memories that would sustain them during the time they would be apart. The hotel room became their sanctuary, a place where the outside world ceased to exist and only their love mattered.
Four blissful days passed in the blink of an eye. On the fifth day, reality intruded as Shahiza's return to Melbourne loomed over them. Mazyn, ever the supportive partner, took it upon himself to ensure her departure was as smooth and loving as possible. They packed her bags in silence, the weight of the impending separation hanging heavily in the air.
Mazyn drove Shahiza to Labasa Airport, the familiar journey now tinged with sadness. Frost and Spike, their loyal canine companions, sat in the back of the van, sensing the shift in mood. Shahiza tried to keep her spirits high, but her heart was heavy with the thought of leaving Mazyn behind.
At the airport, they found a quiet corner to spend their final moments together. Mazyn held her close, trying to memorize the feel of her in his arms. "I don't want you to go," he whispered, his voice betraying the pain he felt.
"I don't want to go either," Shahiza replied, her eyes welling up with tears. "But we'll make this work. We have to." “We’ll soon get married and be together forever.”
As the boarding call echoed through the terminal, they shared one last, lingering kiss. Shahiza hugged Frost and Spike, promising to see them again soon. Finally, she turned to Mazyn, her heart breaking at the thought of leaving him.
"I'll miss you every day," she said, her voice trembling.
"And I'll miss you," Mazyn replied, his eyes locked onto hers. "But this isn't goodbye. It's just see you later."
With a final embrace, Shahiza walked towards the security gate, glancing back one last time to see Mazyn standing there, a mix of pride and sorrow on his face. As she boarded the plane, she knew that no matter the distance, their love would endure. And as the plane took off, Mazyn stood watching until it disappeared into the sky, holding onto the hope that their paths would cross again soon.




Chapter 11: Preparations and Anticipation

With Shahiza back in Melbourne and Mazyn in Fiji, the excitement for their upcoming wedding began to build. Both families threw themselves into the preparations with enthusiasm, each member eager to contribute to the celebration of this union.
Mazyn, with his artistic flair, took it upon himself to design the wedding invitation. He spent hours perfecting every detail, ensuring that the card reflected the elegance and love that he and Shahiza shared. The card featured intricate patterns, a blend of traditional and modern designs, with their names beautifully intertwined.
Once the design was complete, Mazyn sent it to Shahiza's father, who took care of the printing. When the first batch of invitations arrived, Shahiza's father beamed with pride as he admired the cards. He knew how much this wedding meant to his daughter and Mazyn, and he was determined to make it perfect.
Shahiza's father began distributing the invitations to their family and friends in Australia, New Zealand and Fiji. Each invitation was met with joy and excitement, as everyone who received one felt honored to be a part of this special day. Meanwhile, in Fiji, Mazyn did the same, visiting relatives and friends, sharing the beautiful cards and the joyous news.
The atmosphere in both households was electric. Conversations revolved around the wedding plans—discussing venues, flowers, menus, and outfits. Family members bustled around, making lists and organizing tasks, ensuring that no detail was overlooked.
For Mazyn, this period of preparation was transformative. Each step brought him closer to the day he would marry Shahiza. The anticipation was exhilarating, filling him with a sense of purpose and joy he had never experienced before. The thought of starting this new chapter with Shahiza by his side filled him with happiness and a profound sense of readiness.
He often found himself daydreaming about their future together, envisioning the life they would build, the home they would create, and the love they would continue to nurture. His friends noticed a change in him—he was more focused, more at peace, and always wearing a smile.
Shahiza, too, was caught up in the whirlwind of wedding preparations. She spent her days discussing plans with her mother and friends, selecting her wedding dress, and coordinating with Mazyn across the miles. Each phone call, each message, was filled with excitement and love, bridging the distance between them.
As the weeks passed, both families worked tirelessly, driven by their love for Shahiza and Mazyn and their desire to make the wedding day unforgettable. The sense of community and shared joy was palpable, as everyone came together to celebrate this union.
For Mazyn, the preparations were more than just tasks to be completed—they were a testament to his commitment and love for Shahiza. Every detail, every decision, was made with her in mind. He knew that this wedding was the beginning of a new life, one filled with happiness, love, and endless possibilities.
And so, with the wedding still a few months away, both Shahiza and Mazyn stood on the brink of a new chapter, ready to step into a future together. The excitement was tangible, the anticipation overwhelming, and the love between them stronger than ever.

Chapter 12: A Pandemic's Shadow

As the wedding plans continued to unfold, Shahiza and Mazyn were filled with excitement and anticipation. They discussed every detail over countless phone calls and video chats, imagining their perfect day. Their families were just as involved, making sure everything was in place for the celebration.
But as they immersed themselves in preparations, a shadow loomed on the horizon. News reports began to surface about a new virus spreading rapidly across the globe. At first, it seemed distant, a problem for other countries to handle. But within weeks, the severity of the situation became apparent. The virus, named COVID-19, was declared a pandemic.
The world watched in horror as the virus spread with alarming speed, claiming lives and overwhelming healthcare systems. Countries began to implement strict measures to contain the outbreak. Borders closed, travel restrictions were enforced, and lockdowns became the new norm. The bustling cities turned eerily silent, and fear gripped the hearts of people everywhere.
For Shahiza and Mazyn, the news was devastating. With Shahiza in Melbourne and Mazyn in Fiji, the travel bans meant they could no longer see each other. The wedding, which was just a few months away, now seemed impossible. The excitement and joy that had filled their days were replaced by uncertainty and despair.
Mazyn felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest as he watched the news. He called Shahiza, hoping for some reassurance.
"Hey, love," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Have you seen the latest updates about the virus?"
"Yes," Shahiza replied, her voice trembling. "It's so frightening. I can't believe this is happening."
"I know. It's surreal. I just... I can't stand the thought of not being able to see you," Mazyn said, his heart heavy.
"Me too, Mazyn. But we have to stay strong. We'll get through this together," Shahiza said, trying to sound hopeful.
Days turned into weeks, and the situation only worsened. The virus continued to spread, and the restrictions became more stringent. The wedding plans were put on hold as the world grappled with the pandemic. Shahiza and Mazyn found themselves in a state of limbo, their dream of getting married shattered by the crisis.
Mazyn spent his days in a daze, going through the motions of daily life but feeling disconnected from reality. He missed Shahiza more than ever, longing for her presence, her touch, her voice. The distance between them felt insurmountable, and the uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on his mind.
One evening, as he sat alone in his room, he received a call from Shahiza.
"Mazyn," she said softly, "I know things are tough right now, but we have to keep our faith. We'll get through this."
"I know, Shahiza. It's just... it's hard to stay positive when everything is falling apart," Mazyn replied, his voice filled with emotion.
"We have to believe that things will get better. Our love is stronger than this virus. We may not be able to get married right now, but that doesn't change how much we mean to each other," Shahiza said, her words offering a glimmer of hope.
"I love you, Shahiza. More than anything. We'll get through this. We'll find a way," Mazyn said, feeling a renewed sense of determination.
As the pandemic raged on, Shahiza and Mazyn clung to their love, finding solace in their daily calls and messages. They shared their fears, hopes, and dreams, drawing strength from each other. Despite the uncertainty, their bond grew stronger, proving that love could endure even the darkest of times.
Months passed, and the world slowly began to adapt to the new reality. The future was still uncertain, but Shahiza and Mazyn remained hopeful. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their love would see them through.
The dream of their wedding was postponed, but it was not forgotten. They held onto the belief that one day, when the world healed, they would stand together, hand in hand, and celebrate their love in the presence of their families and friends.

Chapter 13: Love Tested by Time and Trials
A year had passed since Shahiza and Mazyn’s wedding date had been postponed. The pandemic had forced them to put their dreams on hold, but their love had remained strong. They tried every way possible to reunite but were unsuccessful in each attempt. Despite the distance, they had managed to maintain their relationship through constant communication and shared dreams. Shahiza had showered Mazyn with gifts, including a new car and phone, expressing her love and commitment in tangible ways.
However, not everyone in Shahiza’s family was pleased with this. Some family members, who were used to receiving Shahiza's attention and generosity, began to feel neglected and jealous. They saw Mazyn as an interloper, someone who was taking away what they believed was rightfully theirs. Their resentment grew, and they decided to take action.
Under the guise of concern, they began to poison Shahiza’s mind against Mazyn. They fabricated stories and twisted facts, creating a web of lies designed to make her doubt him. They played on her emotions, exploiting her insecurities and fears. Shahiza, caught between her love for Mazyn and the insidious doubts sown by her family, began to waver.
The seeds of distrust planted by her family soon bore fruit. What started as small disagreements between Shahiza and Mazyn gradually escalated into frequent arguments. Each fight seemed to chip away at the foundation of their relationship. The love that had once been their refuge now felt like a battlefield.
Mazyn, deeply hurt by Shahiza’s growing mistrust, struggled to cope. The pain of feeling misunderstood and unappreciated brought out the worst in him. He became harsh with his words, lashing out in anger and frustration. Every action seemed aimed at causing Shahiza the same pain he was experiencing, driven by a misguided belief that if she felt his suffering, she would understand him better.
One evening, after another heated argument, Mazyn confided in his friend, Ali. “I don’t know what’s happening to us, Ali. She used to trust me, and now it’s like everything I do is wrong.”
Ali sighed, placing a hand on Mazyn’s shoulder. “Mazyn, you need to talk to her, not argue. There’s something more going on here. You both need to understand each other’s pain, but this isn’t the way.”
Meanwhile, Shahiza sat alone in her room, tears streaming down her face. She picked up her phone, wanting to call Mazyn but hesitated. Her cousin, Amira, had been one of the most vocal critics of their relationship.
“Shahiza, you need to think about this seriously,” Amira had said earlier that day. “Is he really worth all this pain? You were happier before he came into your life.”
The words echoed in her mind, deepening her doubts. She loved Mazyn, but the constant tension and conflict were taking a toll on her. She missed the days when their relationship was filled with joy and laughter, not arguments and hurtful words.
As the weeks passed, the distance between them grew. Every attempt at reconciliation seemed to end in another fight. Mazyn’s harsh words and actions, driven by his own pain, only pushed Shahiza further away. The trauma of their strained relationship had transformed him, turning his love into a weapon rather than a source of comfort.
One night, after yet another argument, Mazyn sat alone in his room, staring at his phone. He wanted to call Shahiza, to apologize, to explain, but he couldn’t find the words. The pain of their disintegrating relationship was too much to bear.
In Melbourne, Shahiza stared at her own phone, torn between her love for Mazyn and the growing fear that their relationship was beyond repair. The trust and understanding that had once defined their bond seemed like distant memories.
Their love was being tested in ways they had never imagined, and the outcome was uncertain. As they navigated this difficult chapter, they both knew that something had to change. But whether that change would bring them closer together or push them further apart remained to be seen.

Chapter 14: The Breaking Point

The arguments between Shahiza and Mazyn continued to drain them both, each confrontation chipping away at the love they once held so dearly. The strain of constant disagreements was wearing them down, and neither of them seemed to know how to break free from the cycle of hurt and anger.
One day, Shahiza’s family member, in a desperate attempt to exert control, suggested a drastic measure. “Black magic is the way to control him,” they whispered, pushing Shahiza into a dark and dangerous path. Shahiza, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and desperation, was convinced to follow through with the suggestion.
Mazyn’s world turned upside down when he discovered the truth. Shahiza called his mother one evening, her voice trembling with guilt and fear, and confessed everything she had done. Mazyn overheard the conversation, and the revelation hit him like a tidal wave. The person he loved and trusted had resorted to something so sinister and unimaginable.
Shahiza, in her moments of guilt and frustration, also began to do things that deeply upset Mazyn. One incident in particular left a lasting scar. She mentioned that she had stayed with her cousin sister, her husband, and their kids for a night. “Her husband told me I could have an affair in Melbourne and you’d never find out,” she admitted, her voice breaking with a mixture of shame and defiance.
The anger Mazyn felt was indescribable. The betrayal and disrespect cut deep, and the fact that Shahiza went to stay with them again a few days later only fueled his fury. He felt abandoned and dishonored, questioning how someone who claimed to love him could behave in such a manner.
Their relationship, once a source of joy and comfort, had now become a battlefield. It had been over three years since they first got together, and the weight of their arguments and misunderstandings was becoming unbearable. They broke up and got back together countless times, each reconciliation filled with the hope of a fresh start, only to be dashed by yet another argument.
Shahiza’s family, never fully supportive of their relationship, now actively wanted her to break up with Mazyn. They painted Mazyn as the villain, the wrongdoer, without ever hearing his side of the story. They filled Shahiza’s mind with doubts and fears, pushing her further away from Mazyn.
One evening, after another intense argument, Mazyn confronted Shahiza. “Why did you go back there? After what he said, how could you?” he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and hurt.
“I... I didn’t know what else to do,” Shahiza stammered, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, Mazyn. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“But you did,” Mazyn replied, his voice breaking. “Over and over again. And I don’t know if we can keep doing this.”
The reality of their situation hit them both hard. The love they once shared seemed to be buried under a mountain of pain and betrayal. The arguments, the black magic, the betrayal—all of it had taken its toll.
As they stood on the precipice of their relationship, both Shahiza and Mazyn knew that something had to change. But whether they could find a way to rebuild what had been broken, or if it was time to finally let go, was a question that hung heavily in the air, unanswered.

Chapter 15: The Final Goodbye

One fateful night, Shahiza made up her mind. The constant arguments, the emotional strain, and the physical toll they took on each other had become too much to bear. She felt that it was time for her to leave Mazyn, to move on from a relationship that had once been filled with love and hope but had now turned into a source of pain and suffering.
She took a deep breath and texted Mazyn, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. "I can't do this anymore, Mazyn. It's time for me to move on."
Mazyn’s heart sank as he read her message. Desperation filled him as he replied, begging her to reconsider. "Please, Shahiza, don't do this. You're everything to me. I can't imagine my life without you."
But Shahiza's mind was made up. She had reached her breaking point, and there was no turning back. She blocked Mazyn on every platform, cutting off all means of communication.
For Mazyn, the world seemed to collapse around him. The woman who had been his everything, who had filled his days with light and love, was now gone. The sense of loss was overwhelming, as if an important part of him had been snatched away.
He could not process the reality of her departure. Days turned into nights, and Mazyn found himself unable to sleep or eat. He became impatient, feeling the urgent need to do something to bring her back. But no matter what he tried, it wasn't enough. Shahiza was gone, and the void she left behind was vast and unfillable.
Mazyn ran to every person he thought could help him, but everyone turned their back on him. He was so lost, with no one to listen to his pain. One night, he sat outside the house, crying and trying to think what he did so wrong to deserve this. As he sat there, tears streaming down his face, Frost and Spike came to him. Spike sat beside him and leaned to put his fluffy head on Mazyn's shoulder. Frost came and sat in front of him, moving his head under Mazyn's hand as if asking to be petted.
The gentle presence of the dogs offered a small measure of comfort. Mazyn stroked Frost’s fur, feeling a tiny spark of solace in the warmth of his loyal companions. As the night wore on, surrounded by the silent understanding of Frost and Spike, Mazyn began to find a sliver of strength to face the painful journey ahead.
As the days passed, Mazyn struggled to cope with the emptiness that now defined his life. Every corner of his world reminded him of Shahiza, of the moments they had shared, the dreams they had woven together. He replayed their conversations, their laughter, and even their arguments, wishing he could turn back time and change the outcome.
In the end, Mazyn had to come to terms with the painful truth. Shahiza had moved on, and he was left to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart. The love they once had would forever be a cherished memory, a chapter in his life that had come to a bittersweet end.

Chapter 16: Confrontation and Departure

In the wake of the breakup, things took an even darker turn for Mazyn. One day, an old picture of Shahiza surfaced on his Facebook, a remnant of happier times. It was an innocent post, but it ignited a storm he had never anticipated.
One of Shahiza's family members saw the post and reacted violently. They threatened to kill Mazyn, sending him into a spiral of fear and anxiety. The situation escalated quickly, and her father involved the police. Mazyn found himself sitting in a police station, waiting to be questioned about something that felt surreal.
As he waited, the fear and tension were palpable. When the officer finally called him in, Mazyn was surprised to recognize him. They had played football together once. The familiarity offered a small comfort amidst the chaos.
The officer sat Mazyn down, a serious yet compassionate look on his face. "Mazyn, I know this is tough, but you need to listen carefully. Remove everything you have of her from your social media and your life. These people can destroy your future. Don't let them."
The words hit Mazyn hard. He knew the officer was right. Holding onto these memories was only bringing him pain and danger. After leaving the police station, Mazyn went home, his mind heavy with the realization that it was time to let go completely.
The days that followed were a blur of pain and decision-making. Every corner of Labasa reminded him of Shahiza, of their love, and the life they had planned together. The weight of these memories, combined with the constant threats and harassment, became unbearable.
Mazyn knew he needed a fresh start, a place where he could heal and rebuild. It was a difficult decision, but he resolved to leave Labasa. He packed his belongings, each item a piece of his past that he was ready to leave behind. The hardest part was saying goodbye to his mother, his friends, and Frost and Spike. The thought of leaving his loyal dogs was almost too much to bear, but he knew it was the only way to find peace.
With a heavy heart, Mazyn left Labasa, hoping that a new environment would help him mend the wounds that Shahiza and the events had inflicted on him. He needed to find peace, to rebuild his shattered spirit, and to create a new chapter in his life—one that held the promise of happiness and healing.

Chapter 17: A New Beginning and Old Shadows
Mazyn moved to Suva with a single-minded determination to start afresh. The bustling city offered a myriad of distractions, and he threw himself into work and new routines to keep his mind off the painful memories of his past. He began a new job, immersing himself in the demands and challenges it brought. Despite the occasional hollow feeling, work became a refuge where he could lose himself in tasks and deadlines.
He also ventured into the social scene, meeting new people and going on dates. However, no matter how many women he met or how many ended up in his hotel room, the void left by Shahiza remained. Each encounter was a fleeting escape, but the emptiness always returned, a constant reminder that no one could replace what he had lost.
Acceptance crept in slowly; the realization that perhaps eternal pain was his curse, and no one was meant to fill the void. Determined to sever ties with his past, he began cutting off connections with people who reminded him of what he had left behind. He started going to the gym regularly, finding solace in the physical pain after intense workouts. The discipline and focus required helped him channel his inner turmoil into building a stronger physique and, in turn, a more confident exterior.
Despite the facade of confidence and strength he presented to the world, Mazyn was still broken inside. He missed his mother and his dogs, Frost and Spike, deeply. After a year of living away from them, he finally returned home for a few days. The reunion was bittersweet; his mother's tearful embrace made him realize how much he had missed her warmth and unconditional love. The dogs, too, were ecstatic to see him, their excitement palpable as they followed him everywhere, even sleeping by his doorway at night.
The visit home was a stark reminder of what he had lost and what he still yearned for. Mazyn knew that he could no longer afford to let love into his life, fearing that another heartbreak would be the end of him. The past had shattered him, leaving him a shadow of his former self. Though he had a little faith left, he was lost in his own world, navigating the remnants of what he once had and what he almost

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