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I lost track of time, waiting for Abrar to pick me up for our date. Since it wasn’t anything too fancy, I chose a simple dress. When I heard the car horn, I looked outside and saw Abrar leaning casually against his Mercedes AMG GT3, wearing a polo t-shirt and straight pants. He looked incredibly handsome. I greeted him warmly, relieved that there wasn’t any awkwardness between us.
As we settled into the car, I asked, “Where are we going?” Abrar pulled down his sunglasses and replied, “To my farmhouse.” A bit surprised, I thought it might be a strange choice but didn’t question him further.
When we arrived, I asked, “So, what exactly are we going to do here?” He smiled, “We’re going to ride horses.” The idea of a horseback riding date sounded unique, and I was excited since I love animals.
We walked over to the stables, where Abrar introduced me to his horse "his name is buraq", a beautiful black stallion with a white spot on its forehead, which reminded me of thunder. Gently touching the horse's forehead, I told him, “I’m actually pretty good at horseback riding.” He smirked, “Lucky me that you know how to ride .” His response caught me off guard, and my mind started racing. "So let's check your riding skills". Wait what did he . This Sitara has made my mind so dirty that I can't think normal now I need to stay away from her . "Excuse me" I said. This conversation was getting more and more awkward. "Don't worry I will check your riding skills too but right now you have to ride a horse not me". I was getting red . This couldn't get even worse . It's horrible. Trying to shake off the flustered feeling, I quickly added, “These clothes aren’t really comfortable for riding. Do you have anything more suitable?” He handed me a set of riding clothes and directed me to the washroom to change. Once ready, I returned in the riding gear and climbed onto the horse, feeling his presence as he got on behind me.
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I swung up onto the horse and settled in behind Ayla, making sure we were balanced. The moment I sat down, I could feel her tense up. She was sitting straight as a board, gripping the reins tightly, almost like she was trying to keep herself from looking back at me.
“You seem nervous,” I teased lightly, leaning just a bit closer to her, enough to catch a whiff of her perfume mixed with the earthy stable scent. “You don’t have to be. I’m right here.”
