When Silver Met Gold

When Silver Met Gold

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Musca ~ There he stood, with a naughty glint in his very rare, unique enigmatic brown eyes that had golden specks in them, the specks made his eyes look like shining gold. I had never seen more captivating eyes than his. The kind of eyes that kept secrets and mysteries hidden behind them and yet shone with intelligence and sagacity. And I, Musca Stuart was falling for those eyes. Aaliyan ~ That girl had something that drew me to her, not to mention her eyes. Those silver eyes were more glistening than stars and lightened my world with just a flutter of her lashes. And I, Aaliyan Haider was falling for her eyes. MUSCA STUART never knew her mother, she thinks she died long ago. She graduates college and discovers she was lied to. Her mother was alive and living in Pakistan but Musca was only informed about her when her mother passed away. Angry and heartbroken, she decides to fly to Pakistan anyway. While there, she meets her mother's cousin UNCLE MUBASHIR who gets her into a university in Pakistan, so she can get her master's degree. At the college, in a speech competition, she meets a strange golden-eyed man named AALIYAN HAIDER who carries secrets that tie them together in ways she can't imagine. A better and edited version of When Silver Met Gold is available on Amazon Kindle Store.
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#239 6-10-25 Then I asked the question that burned me even then: "How did you know it was real love?" His answer cut through years to find me now, on my knees in fire: "When death terrifies you... not because it'll hurt, but because you might die before seeing her again. Before holding her. Before telling her she was enough. Before she knows you loved her more than your own breath. When your last thought isn't 'I'm dying,' but 'she won't know how much I loved her.' That's when you've crossed every line." My Ayat... you were the only prayer I whispered without words... the only wound I loved wearing. I'm sorry. For everything I did. Everything I didn't do. For not loving you better... not loving you louder..." My voice fell apart. "And if there's something after this... I'll find you. Even there. Always." But the fear clawed deeper: She'll never know the small things, the secrets I kept buried. --- I love you, Zayyan!! her voice once screamed. And I smiled, stupid and young. Never let me go... she'd whispered into my neck. And I'd sworn I wouldn't. "You'll stay?" she murmured. "I'll always stay," I promised. But I'm breaking that promise now... I saw myself pluck a white flower, tucking it behind her ear, knuckles brushing her cheek. "You look like you walked out of a fucking poem," I'd whispered. She laughed. "You sound like a 90s hero." "I'd be one," I'd said, voice softer, "just for you."

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