𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒒𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏[ "أقحوان]

part 5

-until now  I realized I need u like my breath"

Author pov:

Zaynab peeked cautiously from behind
the wall, her breath hitching as her wide eyes scanned the empty street. The figure was gone,

She slowly let out a trembling huff, her arms tightening around the tiny kitten cradled against her chest.

"Kittie,we are safe" she whispered, her voice shaky, "Ya Allah, he left."

The rain continued its relentless downpour, but the storm inside her began to ease. She stepped forward hesitantly, her bare feet splashing softly in the puddles as she glanced around.

She wiped at her damp cheeks, unsure if the wetness was from the rain or the tears she didn't remember shedding.

"Finally," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the patter of the rain. "He's gone. His bike isn't here anymore."

Zaynab sighed, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her. But caution still clung to her every move. Her wide eyes darted around the dimly lit street, her instincts sharp, her steps deliberate.

She clutched the kitten closer, its tiny body warm against her trembling hands, and whispered,
"We need to keep going, little one. We'll find them, insha'Allah. We have to."

Her small frame disappeared into the rain-soaked night, her determined figure a fleeting shadow against the storm as she pressed on, driven by faith and the hope of reunion.

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RAIN STOPPED,

Ghalib returned to his bike, the rain started to slow down.

His overcoat clung heavily to his broad shoulders, soaked through, but he barely noticed.

His boots squelched against the wet ground as he stood there, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

"Why did I even chase her?" he muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl of frustration. He ran a hand through his wet hair.

He clenched his jaw, a surge of irritation bubbling inside him. "Why do I want to see her again?" he whispered hoarsely.
the words almost lost in the downpour.

His lips curled into a faint,smile. "Little snowflake... what have you done to me?your eyes its mesmerizing"

Closing his eyes, he tried to steady himself, his knees were shaking.

but the image of her wide, glimmering eyes filled his mind. They weren't just eyes-they were an enigma, a puzzle that refused to leave him.

"Was she a dream? Or did I imagine her?" His voice cracked slightly, the uncertainty gnawing at him.
"Will i ever see her again. Fu--k noo why am i behaving like simp?but- her eyes god damn it forget her-"

He fisted his hand trying to make sense of his inner turmoil.

With a sudden burst of fustration, he kicked the side of his bike, the metallic clang drowned by the earlier rain.

The rain continued to fall, cold and unforgiving, streaming down his face as he stood there, motionless, staring at the empty street.

The storm outside mirrored the storm within him, and for the first time, Ghalib felt truly lost.

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Her white abaya  still damp and heavy, but she didn't slow. Determination carried her forward until, in the distance, she spotted a familiar figure.