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 was in my arms, motionless, barely breathing, her skin painted with the marks of my brutality. Hickies.....a cruel reflection of my anger, my loss of control.
How could I have hurt her? My Aliya. My All.
The thought clawed at my mind, tearing me apart from the inside.
I couldn't just stay there, frozen by guilt and shame. I needed to act. I needed to save her...nothing should happen to her.Without a second thought, I scooped her up, cradling her limp body against mine as I rushed to my car.
Her weight felt too light, too fragile, and the silence that hung between us was suffocating. Gently, I laid her down on the backseat, my hands trembling as I pulled the door shut.
I started the car, but I don't even realize how I drive to the hospital. My mind was in pieces, shattered like glass. All I could think about was her... and what I had done.
I carried her inside the hospital, my voice breaking as I screamed for help. Nurses rushed over, and they took her from my arms, placing her on a stretcher.
Everything happened in a blur..voices overlapping, footsteps echoing in the hallways. They wheeled her into the emergency room, the doors swinging shut in front of me.
I stood there, my chest heaving, hands trembling, completely powerless. My mind raced...
what had I done? What if.. what if she never forgave me?
I couldn't shake the image of her lying so still, barely breathing, her skin pale, marked with my violence.
Minutes felt like hours. I paced back and forth, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for any word, any sign that she would be okay. Guilt weighed down on me like an anchor, threatening to pull me under.
Finally, a doctor approached me, her face stern as she gestured for me to follow her into her cabin. The walls felt like they were closing in as I sat down, the tension thick between us.
"Mr. Tahmeed," the doctor began, her voice calm but firm. "I need to ask you a few questions about Aliya's condition. We noticed several marks on her body... hickies turned purple. Did you force yourself on her?"
My breath hitched, shame flooding me. "I... I..." The words stuck in my throat. How could I explain? Yes, I'd hurt her, but not like that. Not intentionally. Not with malice.
But how could I defend myself when the evidence was all over her body?
"Is this the first time, or have you done this before?" she asked, her gaze piercing through me, demanding the truth.
