Like every other Muslimah her age, Syeda Anaabiya Ahmed dreamed of a love that would heal her scars-a love that would cherish and protect her. As an orphan, she had spent her life fighting battles no child should face-struggling for survival, for a...
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The drive home was suffocating.
The silence between them was thick, the tension still lingering from their fight. Humza's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw set, his eyes fixed on the road. Anaabiya sat stiffly in her seat, arms crossed, staring out the window.
Then, as if the universe decided to offer her an escape, the rain started.
Soft at first, then heavier, until droplets slid down the glass in rapid streaks.
A slow smile tugged at her lips despite the gravity of the situation.
She loved the rain.
The scent of wet earth, the rhythmic patter of water against the car—it was calming in a way nothing else was.
When they finally pulled up to the house, a guard was already waiting at her side of the door, an umbrella in hand.
He opened the door for her, holding the umbrella up to shield her.
Anaabiya smiled politely but shook her head. "No, thank you."
Before the guard could insist, she reached up and gently pushed the umbrella aside.
The moment she stepped out, the cool rain kissed her skin.
She sighed, tilting her head back slightly, letting the droplets fall freely onto her face. Her eyes fluttered shut for just a second as the tension in her body slowly melted away.
For the first time that night, she felt light.
Then—she felt his gaze.
It was like a pull, a weight she could physically sense.
When she finally opened her eyes and turned, she saw him.
Humza was already out of the car, standing on the other side, his hands in his pockets. He hadn't bothered with the umbrella the guard had offered either, choosing instead to let the rain soak through his clothes.
