Eternity

Chapter 29

As-salamu alaikum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu

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Ayzal’s heart raced as a blend of fear and determination surged through her veins. The tension in the room was palpable as she faced Zayan, whose eyes burned with a fierce intensity. “Zayan, this isn’t the right way—”

He cut her off, his voice sharp and commanding, slicing through her words like a blade. “No more excuses. If you really want to fix this, then you need to show me now. I am not waiting around for you to figure out how to prove it.”

Ayzal’s gaze darted anxiously toward the hallway. The faint echo of her mother-in-law’s footsteps created a backdrop of looming judgment. She swallowed hard, her throat dry with apprehension. “But—”

Zayan’s eyes were resolute, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “No ‘buts.’ Either you are committed, or you are not. If you are, then come with me. I need to see it.”

Nervously, Ayzal followed him as he seized her hand, pulling her down the hallway toward their bedroom. The house seemed to close in around them, amplifying her anxiety with every step. Zayan opened the door with a decisive push, and they entered the dimly lit room. Shadows danced along the walls, adding an almost foreboding quality to the atmosphere.

Zayan’s gaze was unyielding as he faced her, his eyes demanding and intense. “Show me you care. Make me believe it.”

Ayzal took a deep breath, the weight of his request sinking heavily in her chest. Her hands trembled as she reached up, cupping his face with a delicate touch. The contrast between his raw urgency and her tentative caress was stark. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a hesitant kiss. It was soft at first, an uncertain bridge between their fractured emotions.

Zayan’s response was immediate and intense. He kissed her back with a fierce urgency, his lips claiming hers with a desperate fervor. His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as though trying to anchor himself in this moment of connection. The kiss deepened quickly, growing more insistent as Zayan’s body pressed closer to hers, his breath coming in uneven bursts.

Ayzal’s breath hitched as their kiss deepened, the tender contact morphing into something more urgent and consuming. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, trying to hold onto the fleeting sense of intimacy they were creating. Each touch was a plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm that had grown between them.

Without breaking the kiss, Zayan lifted her effortlessly, his movements powerful yet gentle as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down with a mixture of tenderness and determination, his eyes never leaving hers. Hovering above her, his expression was a complex blend of frustration, longing, and raw desire.

“Show me, Ayzal. Show me you are not going to leave,” Zayan’s voice was a low, rough whisper, laden with a vulnerability that contrasted sharply with his earlier demands.

Ayzal’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of fear and resolve. “I am here. I am not going anywhere.”

Their lovemaking was a storm of intensity and passion, driven by a profound need to reconnect amidst the chaos. Zayan’s touch was both demanding and rough, each caress a mixture of frustration and longing. Ayzal responded with equal intensity, her movements reflecting a determination to prove her commitment despite the turmoil that enveloped them. The room, dimly lit and shadowed, seemed to pulse with their shared need for reconnection.

As they reached the peak of their passion, their breaths came in ragged gasps, their bodies entwined in an almost desperate embrace. Zayan’s voice, though rough, carried an edge of vulnerability. “Don’t leave, Ayzal.”

Ayzal met his gaze, her heart aching with a complex mix of relief and lingering pain. “I won’t. But this isn’t the way to fix things.”

Exhaustion began to settle over her like a heavy blanket as she drifted into a deep, restless sleep. The weight of the night’s emotions took its toll, and she lay on the bed, her body relaxing after the intense encounter. The room’s dim light casted a soft, golden glow, highlighting the gentle contours of her face.

Zayan remained beside her, his expression filled with unresolved tension. He watched her with an intensity that bordered on obsession, his gaze tracing the rise and fall of her chest with an almost mournful scrutiny. The soft sound of her breathing was a soothing counterpoint to the storm of thoughts that raged within him.

As the hours slipped by, Zayan’s eyes, bloodshot and weary, remained fixed on Ayzal’s serene face. The sight of her, so vulnerable and calm, ignited a gnawing sense of regret and longing deep within him. He struggled to reconcile his actions with the emotions he was feeling.

Eventually, the sun had set, casting long shadows across the room. Zayan’s resolve faltered, his internal conflict visible in his strained posture. He stood up quietly, his movements deliberate and cautious to avoid waking her. He paused at the door, glancing back at the sleeping figure on the bed. The sight of her, so vulnerable and peaceful, filled him with a pang of regret that he struggled to articulate.

With a heavy sigh, he exited the room, closing the door softly behind him. He wandered through the house aimlessly, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The night felt endless as he moved from one room to another, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings but finding none.

Ayzal stirred awake later, her senses slowly returning to her as she registered the absence of Zayan beside her. The room was enveloped in a quiet stillness, the distant sounds of activity from the rest of the house a faint reminder of the world outside their troubled sanctuary.

Realizing it was dinner time, she slipped out of bed, wrapping herself in the bedsheet for warmth. She dressed quickly, her clothes feeling like a barrier between her and the tumultuous emotions that lingered from earlier. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, a stark reminder of the normalcy she sought amidst the chaos of her feelings.

As she walked down the hallway, the silence of the house seemed to amplify her solitude. The faint sounds of her footsteps echoed softly, a counterpoint to the lingering tension of the night. She reached the kitchen, her mind still clouded with the remnants of earlier distress, but her hunger and need for a moment of peace drove her forward.