ENTANGLED AND HEARTS

Chapter 47:BECAUSE I LOVE YOU❤️‍🩹

Samar's POV

Breathe,Breathe,Breath but How.It seems like oxygen is not enough in this room.

My fingers twitch with the urge to draw her closer, defying the restraint I've somehow managed to muster. It's astonishing, really - the love of my life, my everything, Maryam,is perched on my lap, and I'm exercising a monk-like self-control. But only I know the truth: it's taking every ounce of willpower I possess to keep my hands from wrapping around her, to hold back the tidal wave of emotions that threatens to engulf me.

As she turns to face me, our eyes lock, and for an instant, I feel my heart threatening to burst free from my chest. My anger momentarily forgotten, I'm transfixed by the piercing gaze that are capable of destroying me.

"Mr. Ibrahim," she says, her soft voice slicing my heart. "Work.Let me see What's so important for you more than your wife." A hint of mischief sparkles in her eyes, but I'm not fooled. I know she's trying to manipulate me, to weaken my resolve. I'm still reeling from the pain she caused me. Trust was always a struggle for me, and she was the one person I'd let my guard down for. But she betrayed that trust, and now I'm left to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.

I can feel her warm breathe dancing on my face,she is so close,so intimate,so romantic.

Its a disaster.

You cant melt like this,Samar.

I refocus on the laptop in front of me.The work I am pretending to do is just a flimsy excuse to avoid her.

As I am typing on my keyboard she starts touching the back of my hand,its all just so sudden,so new and so unlikely for Maryam.Why is she doing this to me.

Stop it,Love

Stop.

You cant resolve my resiatence.

I am angry with you,I should avoid you,I should stay away with you.

But look what I am doing.Shamlessly enjoying your clossness.Shamelessly inhaling your fragarance.

Its coconut and rose scent, I dont know what is it.Is it a body wash,soup or what but its amazing

And

Its distracting.

She plays with the veins on my hand, lightly pinching and releasing, her touch a gentle tease. I feel my resolve weakening, my fingertips frozen, my body temperature rising. I try to ignore her presence, her touch, her body molding into mine, but it's the most difficult task.

I close my eyes, seeking calm, but she continues, her touch a gentle persuasion. I'm lost, unsure what she's doing or why, but I know it feels good - her touch, her scent, her hair brushing against my chin, silky and enchanting.

She turns to me, and I'm caught, my heart racing. My heart skips a beat as she leans in, her voice a whispered challenge: "You're not very good at pretending." With those words, I lose control, my fingers clenching into a fist. "Maryam," I say, my voice rough, as she starts touching my hand again. She doesn't reply.

"Maryam, stop," I say again, my voice firmer.

"I'm sorry," she replies without looking at me "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you. My intentions behind that were pure. I just wanted to help you."

She looks up at me,her eyes guilty and desperate for my forgiveness.

"Do you think your apology can fix it?" I ask,looking deep into her eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much trust I had in you?"You were the last person I thought would distrust me, Maryam."

Her eyes drop, disappointment etched on her face, as if she can feel the weight of my pain and the hurt she's caused me. Then, she lifts her gaze, her eyes locking onto mine with a deep intensity. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against my cheek in a gentle, tender touch. "Love...no Maryam." she whispers, her voice barely audible."Please,forgive me." She request again.