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In the realm of love, there are the tales of love at first sight and the slow burn of affection after getting to know someone. However, our hero found himself caught in the midst of a unique journey - he fel...
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"In whispered tones and stolen glances, Love's dance begins with risky chances."
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Turning her gaze towards the figure on the sofa, she locked eyes with Justin. Her breathing stopped, she had completely forgotten about him.
Justin was also visibly perplexed, rising slowly from his seat, convinced he must be imagining things because of his fever.
His heart pounded audibly in his chest, caught in a moment of disbelief. For several long moments, he stood motionless, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her.
Shafaq, on the other hand, looked anywhere but at him, her eyes darting around in desperate avoidance. She shot a pleading glance at Andrea, who responded with an apologetic look that clearly conveyed, 'I'm sorry, I had no other choice.'
Desperately, Shafaq fidgeted with her hands, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, wishing she could disappear. The silence grew more unbearable with each passing second.
She could sense his eyes on her.
His surprise was evident, but beneath it, a flicker of something softer, more tender, played across his face.
With measured, almost cautious steps, he approached Shafaq, his eyes never leaving her form. He assessed her from head to toe, amazed by the dishevelled yet strangely captivating look she wore — the drowsy expression, her hijab, though loosely arranged, concealed every strand of hair.
She donned a worn-out Shalwar kameez, its colours faded with time, repurposed as a nightdress — he was awestruck.
Shafaq bit the inside of her cheek so hard that she felt the metallic taste. He stretched out his hand to touch and see if she was real and before he could do so she stepped back, making him smile and confirming for him that it was indeed her.
"H-hi," he stammered.
Everyone was taken aback, unable to believe their ears—Justin Smith was actually stuttering. If they hadn't heard it themselves, they would never have believed it.
Justin's eyes betrayed a whirlwind of emotions—joy, surprise, an unknown emotion he felt on seeing her here.
Shafaq reciprocated with a nervous smile, "Hi."
Silence enveloped the room once more. He still couldn't believe it—it had been over three months since he last saw her.
"What are you doing here at the Smith mansion?" he enquired, a smile softening his features, his anger from earlier now a distant memory. The staff couldn't believe their eyes at the sudden transformation.
"Andrea brought me here in a hurry, is something wrong?" she enquired ignoring his question, her gaze shifting to the anxious expressions on her colleagues' faces.
