"You said you don't hate me. So, can't we start a new chapter?" she said trembling, her eyes filled with hope.
He laughed loudly. "Aliya Emdad are you a stupid or just pretending to be. Listen to me carefully. Yes I don't hate you. Actually I feel...
Hello my precious readers! Hope you are doing well🤍.
Can you tell why you don't give the feedback of the chapters?
Is my writing is not up to the mark? I'm lately getting this thought and that's the another reason of my late update 🥲.
You should consider the hard work of the author. Just a vote and a single feedback and you could not do it🙃.
Well, I want to thank my reader who supporting me throughout the journey. As this book is stepping closer to its end I'm getting emotional🥹.
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I woke up from a nap, my face still damp from the tears. I hadn't realized when I'd fallen asleep crying.
Wait..How come I am in bed?
Oh Rima!...I'm giving her so much pain.
Glancing at my phone, I noticed it was already 9 PM. Three hours had passed.
A text from Rima flashed on my screen. Odd. Why was she texting me? Wasn't she still at my apartment?
"Li, I had to go back home. Mom was getting suspicious since I've been at your place for three days. Don't worry, I didn't tell her anything."
I nodded to myself. She'd done the right thing. The last thing I wanted was for my parents to worry, especially now. If my father found out... he'd kill Tahmeed out of sheer rage.
Tahmeed... Had he left already? Surely, he must have given up by now. It had been seven hours since we spoke. There was no way he could still be waiting on the street.
But something inside me stirred-an ache that pushed me to glance out the window. My heart clenched at the sight below.
He was still there.
And then, our eyes met. The longing in his honey-brown gaze shattered whatever remained of my resolve.
Oh Allah.
My heart had already been shattered twice; I couldn't take more of this. I couldn't bear the pain...not the pain of trusting him again, nor the pain of seeing him waiting for me like this. And yet... a part of me still yearned for him. Yearned for the warmth of his arms, to forget everything for just a moment.
But... I was broken beyond repair. My past would never stop haunting me.
My phone buzzed in my hand. It was him. With trembling fingers, I answered.
"I know you're watching me, little rabbit. Please, come down. Let me make this right. Give me a chance, love." His voice was pleading, filled with the same desperation that tugged at the walls I'd built around my heart.
