Azlan's frustration mounted as he couldn't shake off Hayaat from his mind.
"Why her?" he growled, pacing in his room.
"Why can't I ignore her?"
His thoughts swirled with maddening questions.
He couldn't concentrate on his studies or social life.
Hayaat's presence haunted him.
Desperation took over.
Azlan embarked on a relentless search for Hayaat.
Days turned into weeks.
Finally, fate intervened.
At the university, Azlan spotted Hayaat walking across the quad.
His heart racing, he sprinted towards her.
"Hayaat!" he called out, his voice laced with urgency.
She turned, startled.
Azlan grasped her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes pleading.
He handed her a handwritten letter, the words pouring out his soul.
"I know I messed up. Give me another chance."
Alongside the letter, he presented a bouquet of rare black roses.
Native to Turkey, these mysterious flowers held a special significance.
Legend had it that black roses symbolized profound passion and unwavering devotion.
Hayaat's eyes widened as she accepted the roses.
She had always been fascinated by these elusive blooms.
In her childhood, her grandmother told tales of black roses signifying true love.
As she inhaled their intoxicating scent, Hayaat's resolve weakened.
Azlan's gesture touched her heart.
The letter, written in his own handwriting, revealed his inner turmoil.
"How did you know about the black roses?" Hayaat asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Azlan's smile hinted at his determination.
"I'll do whatever it takes to understand you, Hayaat."
Hayaat's gaze locked onto Azlan's, the air thick with tension.
Would she forgive him?
Or would the wounds of the past remain unhealed?
Hayaat's eyes searched Azlan's, seeking sincerity.
"Why now?" she asked, her voice laced with caution.
Azlan's grip on her hand tightened.
"I realized I couldn't live without you," he confessed.
Hayaat's heart skipped a beat.
"No one has ever given me black roses," she whispered.
Azlan's smile softened.
"I want to be that someone," he said.
Hayaat's resolve crumbled.
She felt the walls around her heart trembling.
As she read the letter, Azlan's words echoed in her mind:
"My dearest Hayaat,
I was lost until I met you.
Your smile lit up my world.
Your laughter haunted me.
I know I hurt you, but I promise to make it right.
Give me another chance.
Yours always,
Azlan"
Tears pricked at the corners of Hayaat's eyes.
Azlan's vulnerability touched her soul.
"Answer me one thing," Hayaat said, her voice barely audible.
"Anything," Azlan replied.
"Why did you push me away?" Hayaat asked.
Azlan's eyes dropped, shame washing over him.
"I was scared," he admitted.
"Of what?" Hayaat pressed.
"Of falling in love with you," Azlan whispered.
Hayaat's heart soared.
Could she trust him?
Hayaat's eyes narrowed, her voice gentle but probing.
"Why were you scared to fall in love with me, Azlan?"
Azlan's gaze dropped, his jaw clenched.
He hesitated, then began to unravel his painful past.
"Hayaat, I...I gave my heart to someone once," he started.
His voice cracked.
"Her name was zoha. We were together for three years."
Azlan's eyes clouded.
"I thought she loved me, but it was all a lie."
He paused, collecting his thoughts.
"She used me for my family's wealth and status."
Hayaat's grip on his hand tightened.
Azlan's voice broke.
"She cheated on me, repeatedly."
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"I was blinded by love, Hayaat. I thought our love was real."
He sucked in a ragged breath.
"But it was all a facade."
Azlan's body shuddered.
"I couldn't eat, sleep, or breathe after she left."
He wiped away a stray tear.
"I thought I'd never love again."
His voice barely above a whisper.
"But then I met you, Hayaat."
Azlan's eyes locked onto hers.
"You have this...this light around you."
He smiled weakly.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I feel alive when I'm near you."
Hayaat's heart melted.
Azlan's vulnerability touched her soul.
"I don't know why," Azlan continued, "but I can't get my eyes off you."
He leaned in, his voice a whisper.
"You have something that draws me in."
Hayaat's pulse quickened.
"I've fallen in love with you, Hayaat."
Azlan's tears flowed freely now.
"I never thought I'd say those words again."
Hayaat's fingers intertwined with Azlan's.
"I'm scared, Hayaat," he confessed.
"Scared of losing you"
Hayaat's eyes brimmed with tears.
"Azlan," she whispered.
Her voice was his salvation.
