When our Hearts Aligned

8

For a second, neither of them moved. The tension between them felt almost palpable, heavy with everything unsaid.

Amar’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, as if he was trying to steady himself, to keep his emotions in check.

When he finally looked up, his eyes met hers, and the softness she had seen earlier was gone, replaced by a guarded look that pained her more than she wanted to admit.

He set his coffee cup down carefully on the bench, the sound of the ceramic against metal echoing in the quiet corridor.

His movements were slow and  deliberate. When he finally spoke, his voice was measured, but there was a subtle undercurrent of disappointment that Haseena couldn’t ignore as much as she would have loved to.

“If that’s what you want,” Amar said quietly, his tone devoid of any argument. “I’ll respect that.”

Haseena’s chest tightened at his words. She had expected him to push back, to argue, maybe even to call her out on her coldness. But he didn’t.

Instead, he simply stood up, his movements calm and controlled, though she could see the strain in the lines of his shoulders.

Amar’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if he was searching for something in her expression. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t seem to find it.

With a small nod, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the empty corridor.

“Damn it!” she hissed under her breath, the curse barely audible as she stared at the mess she had made, both literally and figuratively. The red bulb above the OT door continued its relentless glow, oblivious to the turmoil she was in.

The realization hit her hard: she had pushed away the one person who had dared to stand beside her, who had challenged her relentlessly but at her toughest hour had offered her comfort without her asking for it.

Amar’s strides were long, purposeful, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. He made it to the end of the corridor, a few feet from the exit, before he hesitated, his back to her.

He paused to take a long breathe, before forcing his feet to walk back but stopping at a good distance from her making sure to keep himself hidden from her view.

He watched Haseena not moving her eyes from the red bulb. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew she was in too much of distress and he shouldn't be even minding it especially as there were so many other important things piles up to be done.

Yet as he stood there, half-shadowed, his eyes flickering with an emotion he wasn’t ready to name.

He told himself it was duty, nothing more, that kept him close, that had him waiting, watching, hoping—though for what, he couldn’t say.

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