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The mall was bustling with people, a blur of movement and noise all around me. Yet, amidst the chaos, I could still feel Aadam's gaze on me-intense, unwavering, as if the world had faded and I was the only one in focus. I tried to ignore it, to pretend I didn't notice, but the weight of his eyes lingered on my skin like a whisper I couldn't shake. Why was he looking at me like that? Like I held a secret he desperately wanted to uncover. Like he was seeing something even I didn't know about myself.
I Break the eye contact Feeling my Heart just started to beat a little faster.After A while I peek at the direction.but he wasn't there.
Suddenly, amidst the hum of the crowd and the distant echo of footsteps, I caught the sound of some familiar voices drifting toward me. At first, I thought I was imagining things. But then-there it was again. Sharp. Sarcastic. Annoyed.
I turned toward the café, and sure enough, there they were-front and center in a full-blown drama that could put reality shows to shame.
Mayra, in a sleek cream dress and heels that screamed "I didn't come here to play," stood with her arms crossed, glaring at the tall, infuriating ly smug man holding a coffee cup high in the air like it was the holy grail.
"Listen, I swear to God, give me the damn coffee," she growled.
"It's just coffee, not a hostage situation. Calm down," The man replied, taking a casual sip, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You put three spoons of sugar in it!" she snapped.
"Exactly. You're bitter enough without your drink matching your attitude."
A few people gasped. Someone nearby actually whispered, "Oof."
"Somebody stop them otherwise they are gonna start World war three right here in the mall"
A man Who was enjoying the spectacle Whispered to another.
I stepped behind a pillar to keep watching, completely invested now. This was better than any Netflix drama I'd binged.
Mayra lunged for the cup, and The man instinctively jerked it back-too fast.
Disaster.
In one sweeping motion, the coffee tilted, sloshed, and poured right down the front of Mayra's designer dress.
Everyone froze.
For a heartbeat, no one moved. Not even Mayra. She just stared down at her drenched dress as steam literally rose from the fabric. Then she looked up at Ruhan with the slow, spine-chilling calm of a woman seconds away from murder.
"You. Idiot."
The man's smile vanished. "Okay, look, it was an accident-"
"YOU SPILLED A LATTE ON ME IN PUBLIC!" she screeched, flinging her arms up so dramatically she almost slapped a waiter walking by.
