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Ayesha sat at the long marble table, tracing circles on the rim of her glass.
She didn't look up when Khalid entered, but she felt him - the faint rustle of his suit, the calm weight of his gaze.
He walked toward her, unhurried, and took the seat beside her instead of across. The scent of his cologne filled the space between them, rich and magnetic.
Ayesha shifted uneasily and tried to stand, but his hand closed gently around her wrist.
"Stay," he said, voice low but firm. "I want to talk."
Her chest tightened. "About what?"
"About you." His eyes softened, though his tone didn't. "Tell me, Ayesha... what does a good life look like to you?"
She hesitated, searching his face for a moment before whispering, "A life without you."
For a heartbeat, the world stilled. Then she tried to get up again, but her foot slipped on the floor. Before she could fall, Khalid caught her - strong arms wrapping around her waist, steady and sure.
"Careful," he murmured. His breath brushed her ear. "If a good life for you is one without me... then I'll make sure the life with me would be the best ".
He let her go slowly, and she found herself staring up at him - at the quiet promise burning in his eyes.
Ayesha forced a smile, half defiant. "Impossible."
Khalid's lips curved slightly. He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the space between them until her back met the cold wall. "Nothing is impossible, Ayesha," he whispered, his tone dark, velvety, unshakable. "One day, you'll love me. You'll crave me. You'll smile when you hear my name. I'll make you happy.
Her breath caught as his hand brushed her cheek, his voice soft but commanding.
"And that," he said, eyes locked on hers, "is a promise."
From different lands and opposite lives, they were never meant to meet.
Two strangers.
Two worlds apart.
One marriage that changes everything.
Dive into the unpredictable tale of Khalid Hydar Ali and Ayesha Muhammad Imam, where fate refuses to follow the rules.