IMRAN
"Why the sudden interest in my views on marriage?" Shanaya asked, her brow raised.
"I just wanted to know your opinion," I replied, my tone casual. "I know it's personal, but I'm just curious."
Inside, I wondered why I'd asked.
What prompted this question?
Was it the engagement weighing on my mind?
Her eyes sparkled, "umm..Marriage is a beautiful union of two souls, don't you think?"
My gaze intensified with a low voice, "Beautiful? That's a pretty vague answer."
Her little giggles filled the air. "Fine! Marriage is about trust, understanding, and love. But also compromise, patience, and forgiveness."
I whispered to myself, frustration creeping in, "If only she (his mom) understood that."
Pushing the thoughts aside, I asked, my lips curled into a sly smile. "Forgiveness, huh? Sounds like you're already planning to tolerate someone."
She playfully rolled her eyes. "You're not taking this seriously."
"Dead serious," I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
She playfully spoke, "Imran, stop joking."
My gaze turned sincere. "I'm not joking, Shanaya."
Her voice softened. "Then understand that marriage is sacred. It's about finding your home in someone's heart."
My eyes locked onto hers, with unease I asked, "And have you found that home?"
"Maybe yes..but I'm still searching." Her reply left me stung, anger rushing into my veins.
"Who is he?" I demanded, struggling to contain my unexpected anger.
Why the fuck, am I getting angry?
Her smile faltered, "I'm still searching as I said," she whispered, avoiding my gaze.
Her avoidance ignited a fire within me. Was she hiding something? Someone?
That Ryan guy, perhaps? The possibility seared my mind.
"NOOO," I blurted out an alarm.
She flinched, startled by my sudden outburst. Her eyes darted up, surprise flickering across her face she asked, "what happened?" concern etched on her face.
"Why does it matter who she marries?"
my subconscious taunted me. "You're engaged to Hayat, Why the curiosity, and this pain? This shouldn't matter to you."
I clenched my fists, frustration boiling over. "I don't know, okay?" My voice rose, betraying my turmoil.
But it did. It mattered too much. I'm trapped in agony, unable to express my true feelings. Her thoughts of other men consume me, yet I'm silenced by our business partnership.
The boundaries I'm forced to respect are suffocating. My emotions, a ticking time bomb.
How can I confess when our relationship is defined by contracts, not connection?
Maybe the connection is there, hidden in plain sight. Perhaps you've been denying its existence, afraid to acknowledge the truth, my mind whispered.
"Fuck you, stop manipulating me," I silently screamed, frustration boiling over.
I've to end this conversation, I thought.
"You think you'll find relief? Think again," my inner self twists the knife.
"Urghh.. stop, just stop," I silently scream.
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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔
Romance"And In the end I want it to be you, always you" Imran×Shanaya Let's dive into the story of two business partners, where she harbors romantic feelings for him. But to him, their partnership is a professional arrangement. Was it just a deal to him, o...
