Eternity

Chapter 47

As-salamu alaikum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu

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Ayzal’s resolve wavered as she felt the warmth of his hands on her hips, the way his body pressed against hers sending a shiver of desire through her that she hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. Despite the anger and hurt between them, there was still something there—something that neither of them could deny, no matter how hard they tried.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reached up to touch his face, her fingers trembling as they traced the strong lines of his jaw. Zayan closed his eyes at her touch, his breath hitching as he leaned into her hand, the tension in his body easing slightly as he felt the soft warmth of her skin against his.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they stood there, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in the space between them. The anger and hurt that had driven them apart seemed to fade, replaced by a deep, aching need that neither of them could ignore.

Zayan’s eyes opened, and he looked down at Ayzal with an intensity that made her heart race. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, filled with all the unspoken emotions that had been building between them for so long.

Ayzal’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of his lips on hers, the way his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer as if he was afraid to let her go. Her own hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, pouring all her fear, anger, and longing into that one, searing kiss.

Zayan’s breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, sensual dance that sent a shiver of desire through her body. She moaned softly against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him, her heart pounding in her chest as the intensity of their kiss grew.

He pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. “We can get through this, Ayzal,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “We can do this together.”

Ayzal’s heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, the way he was finally letting down his walls and showing her the man he truly was. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that they could find a way forward, even after everything they had been through.

With a soft sigh, she nodded, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Okay."

Zayan's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and something deeper, something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time. He held her close, his hands moving gently along her back as if reassuring himself that she was really there, that she hadn't slipped away from him. His kisses became softer, more tender, as he traced her lips with his, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her warmth against him.

But as the reality of the situation settled back in, a flicker of doubt crossed Ayzal's mind. She pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. "Zayan,"she began, her voice shaky, "This isn't just about the baby, right? I don't want to get my hopes up for nothing."

Zayan's eyes darkened with an intensity that took her breath away. He cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks in a gesture that was both tender and possessive. "This isn't just about the baby," he said firmly, his voice low and filled with conviction. "Yes, I want to protect our child, but this is about you too, Ayzal. I have made mistakes, big ones, but I am here now, and I am not going to let you go. Not ever."

His words struck a chord deep within her. Despite everything that had happened, despite the hurt and the anger, a part of her had always longed for this, longed for him. But the fear of getting hurt again, of opening herself up to more pain, held her back.