The Unlikely Union

4 ~ Forced Proximity

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The days passed,  Wajdan and Dua found themselves stuck in a cycle of forced proximity. They were constantly together, whether it was at family gatherings, social events, or even just at home. The tension between them was palpable, and their interactions were a mix of bickering and banter.

One evening, as they were getting ready for a family dinner, Dua stormed into the bathroom, her hair a tangled mess. "Wajdan, can you please get out of here? I need to get ready."

Wajdan, who was shaving, raised an eyebrow. "What's the hurry, Dua? We're not going to be late."

Dua glared at him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "I don't want to be late, okay? And I don't want to have to deal with Dadi's constant questions about our marriage."

Wajdan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, come on, Dua. Dadi just wants to make sure we're happy."

Dua snorted, rolling her eyes. "Happy? Are you kidding me? We're stuck in this  marriage, and Dadi thinks we're just peachy. And she thinks that we're lovey dovey couple like everything is normal"

Wajdan's expression turned serious, his voice low. "Dua, that's not fair. Dadi is just trying to help."

Dua's face twisted, her voice rising. "Help? She's not helping, Wajdan. She's just making things worse. And so are you, with your constant apologies and empty promises."

Wajdan's eyes flashed with anger, his voice rough. "That's not fair, Dua. I'm trying to make things right between us."

The argument continued, with neither of them willing to back down. But as they stood there, their faces inches apart, something sparked between them. A spark of attraction, of desire, that neither of them could ignore.

Dua's eyes dropped, her face flushing with embarrassment. "I...I need to get ready."

Wajdan's gaze lingered on her face, his eyes burning with intensity. "Yeah. Yeah, you do."                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 A cozy Bedroom room, softly lit. Dua steps out of the washroom, dressed elegantly for the family dinner. Wajdan is waiting, glancing at his phone. He looks up as she enters

Wajdan: (eyes widening thought, How Dua looking absolutely stunning. I think I just forgot how to breathe for a second there ) 

Dua cleared her throat after seeing how wajdan is staring her, " Umm... Let's go we are getting late."                                                                                                                                                                                            

Wajdan trance broken by throat clearing and nervously he says " Hmm yea yeahh........ Let's go" And smiles awkwardly.