Have you ever thought that your childhood crush would be so intoxicating that never give a chance to like anybody else? This is madness right?
This story is about Aliya and her eternal crush, her best friend Tahmeed.
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"You said you do...
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"She doesn’t need to seduce me. She already reigns over my heart, my soul," Tahmeed’s deep voice cut through the hum of the cafeteria as he stepped beside me.
Instantly, a stunned silence fell over the room. Every head turned in our direction, and I could feel the weight of their stares bearing down on us. My cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and a warmth that spread through me–an acknowledgment that, publicly and unapologetically, I was his.
I had never seen this side of him before–claiming me so boldly in front of everyone. His words, both fierce and intimate, lingered in the air, silencing the venomous voices that had filled the space just moments ago.
"And for the record," Tahmeed continued, his voice low and authoritative, "she is my Wife."
A wave of shocked murmurs rippled through the cafeteria, but all I could hear was the way he said it: my wife. The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through me, despite my usual aversion to attention. It felt good, undeniably good, to hear him speak those words aloud.
"And secondly," he went on, his hand still firmly resting on my waist, "she is not some mere part-timer. She’s a professional financial adviser, and I specifically requested her team’s assistance for our projects. She is the most dedicated, talented, and hardworking woman I’ve ever known. If anyone has an issue with her, they are free to leave this company immediately. You won’t even need to bother with a resignation letter." His tone grew even colder, more cutting, as his eyes swept over the room, daring anyone to challenge him.
Finally, his gaze landed on the girl who had been whispering earlier. "And you," he said, his voice like ice. "Am I paying you to spread baseless rumors in my company?"
The girl's face turned pale. She stammered, "S-sorry, sir. I didn’t know she was..."
"That’s not an excuse," Tahmeed interrupted, his voice a growl. "I have no room for employees who engage in this kind of behavior."
Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice desperate as she pleaded, "Please, sir. I didn’t mean it. I’m really sorry. Please forgive me."
I glanced at the girl, her face crumpling in fear, and though her words had stung, I didn’t want to be the reason she lost her job. It could be her livelihood, after all.
"Tahmeed, let it go," I said softly, gently pressing my hand over his on my waist.
He exhaled sharply, his expression softening just a fraction as he looked at me. "Only because you asked," he muttered under his breath, before turning back to the girl.
"Alright," he said, his voice still stern. "This is your final warning. Consider this a lesson–for you and everyone else." His gaze swept the room again, leaving no one untouched by its intensity.
