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The warm glow of the city lights cast flickering shadows on Zeeshan's face as he reached for Zeliha's hand. "You trust me, don't you?" he asked, his voice low, careful. Zeliha studied him, "I want to," she admitted. He smiled, the kind of smile that felt like a promise and a warning all at once. "Sometimes, we don't need to understand everything. We just need to know what we feel."
Her breath hitched when he pulled her closer. "And what do you feel?" she whispered, unsure if she wanted the answer. Zeeshan pulled her to his chest, his lips brushing against her ear. "That you're exactly where you need to be."
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Zeliha was interrupted by a police raid when she was reading research articles in the college library, she trembled, unable to think what to do when Zayan pulled her by the wrist. Her back hit the cold wall and the gunshots fainted. A trembling voice came from her mouth. Zayan covered her mouth forcefully "Stay quiet," he whispered leaning into her ear. Zeliha's heart pounded, but she refused to let him see her shaken. She pushes her hand away fiercely "I know you're behind all this drama, first you create mess then you come to save me as a hero. Huh?" Pointing to him she says, "Who do you think you are!"
Zayan barely smirked. "You think so highly of me. No?" He pauses for the slightest second and they hear footsteps coming closer. His gaze flicked to her lips for half a second-her eyes open in surprise. The police moved on, but neither of them stepped away. Finally, he exhaled, voice lower than before. "We should go." Zeliha swallowed hard and nodded. "Hm." She ignored the way her pulse was still racing as she followed him back into the library.