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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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"Can human love ever be enough?" "Not if you never learn to love beyond yourself."
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Mike eyed Iqra suspiciously, his expression full of doubt. Iqra, unable to hide her amusement, let a playful smile tug at her lips.
"What's the matter? Isn't the coffee from your favourite spot up to your standards?" she teased, faking innocence. But the memory of yesterday's prank played across her face, her smile growing wider.
'They say once you've been burned by hot milk, you'll blow even on buttermilk. Well, today, I got to see that in action.' She thought to herself.
Mike took an exaggeratedly cautious sip, clearly bracing himself for another disaster. When the coffee tasted perfectly normal, he exhaled in relief. It was nothing like the salty nightmare she had tricked him with yesterday.
'How has she managed to keep the coffee hot?' He thought to himself as he glanced at her, who wasn't even pretending anymore to hide her laughter.
The more he remembered what happened yesterday the more he got annoyed with her.
Day 1: Yesterday
In the flashback, the barista's face looked at Iqra in confusion and shock as she methodically tore open ten salt sachets, dumping each one into the coffee cup.
"Could I get a coffee carrier, please?" Iqra had asked sweetly, as if nothing unusual had happened. The barista, still in shock, could only nod as she handed it over.
Once outside the shop, she pulled out her rechargeable coffee mug and carefully poured the coffee into it. She then placed the empty paper cup back in the coffee carrier.
"Twenty-five dollars for a large coffee. They must be getting their ingredients straight from heaven," she muttered to herself.
"This whole thing cost me sixty-five dollars, thanks to this overpriced mug. I'll make sure to get every penny back," she vowed.
She had woken up early just to buy this mug, even picking the cheapest option. Now, standing outside a fancy building, she wasn't surprised by the upscale surroundings—it was clearly a spot for the wealthy. As she began to transfer the coffee back into the original paper cup, someone suddenly bumped into her from behind.
"Watch where you're going!" she snapped, checking the ground.
Luckily, only a few drops had spilled. The man kept walking, busy on his phone, without turning around, he mumbled, "Sorry. Next time, don't stand in the way," as if it were her fault.
"If you weren't so busy staring at your phone, you'd have seen that I wasn't in your way!" she yelled after him.
"What's going on here? Why are you causing a scene here?" a security guard asked, trying to move her along.
