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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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"What does it mean to build a life for someone who hasn't asked for it?"
"It means weaving every thread of their existence into yours, whether they see it or not."
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Justin's voice was calm, but his words carried a weight that demanded attention. "I've made a decision," he announced, his piercing gaze flicking between his parents. "I'm getting married."
The declaration landed in the room like a thunderclap. Sarah, seated gracefully on the velvet armchair, raised a perfectly sculpted brow. Her laugh, more of a dismissive scoff, echoed faintly.
"And what, exactly, does that have to do with me?" Her voice was laced with thinly veiled disdain, her manicured fingers tapping against the armrest.
Davis barely shifted, his attention seemingly glued to his phone. The only sign he'd even heard what Justin said, was the subtle twitch of his brow.
"Wow," Justin said dryly, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Not even a shred of happiness for me. Impressive." He let out an unbothered sigh. "Not that I expected it."
Finally, Davis looked up, his curiosity piqued. "Who is she?" he asked, his tone casual.
Justin's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile, a flicker of warmth softening his expression.
"Shafaq Siddiqui," he said, her name rolling off his tongue with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place in his usually guarded demeanour.
Just saying her name seemed to draw a joy from within him, as if it was a secret he held close to his heart—a treasure only he could fully understand. The corners of his mouth lifted further, his gaze momentarily distant, as though the mere thought of her brought light to an otherwise shadowed world.
Both Sarah and Davis stiffened, the atmosphere in the room shifting. Sarah's disbelief came in the form of a sharp intake of breath, her hand pausing mid-tap.
"That servant girl?" she repeated, her tone dripping with incredulity and disdain.
Justin's shoulders squared, his stance solidifying. The softness from moments before was gone, "Refrain," he said evenly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "From ever referring to my future wife in that way."
Sarah's lips twisted into a sardonic smile, her eyes narrowing as if dissecting his words for a hidden agenda. "So that's why you brought her to the anniversary party," she mused, the corners of her mouth curling with derision.
