Unwillingly Willful
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Last published Sun, Mar 29, 2020
Book two in 'Mend Series' and the sequel to 'My Salvation'. Can be read as a stand-alone.
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"Please, try to understand that this will never work. Us being together will cause nothing but destroying lives, trust me. Leave me alone. Only then you will live a peaceful life. Please for the last time just trust me and do as I say and if possible fo-forget that we ever e-existed."
Her voice was pleading, tears shining in her eyes. Seeing her cry was something new to Ayaan, as the girl in front of him always smiles and makes people near her laugh. He, at this moment, realized that this was the real hidden part of Aziza that nobody saw. His heart felt like someone was squeezing it. Seeing his angel like this was excruciating. And with that, a determined look came on his face.
"Aziza," Ayaan gave a keen look to her, that made her shiver a bit.
"Don't tell me what to do, or tell what is right. I never am planning to leave you, get this in your mind. Me and forgetting you! You are asking something just next to impossible. Call me greedy, but I can't imagine living my life without you, and so I'll never let any other person take place in your heart other than me."
He had a grin on his face. It was short but it melted Aziza's heart. She imagined seeing that every day, for the rest of her life. And this thought gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, everything will be perfect in the end. That Ayaan and she can be together without her past troubles.
"I'm going for now, but don't think I've lost hope. Hell, I'll never lose you. I'll be coming back. And when I come back..." His voice sounded bit husky and he gave a compelling look to Aziza, and she somewhat loved it.
"I'll make you mine. And I'll never leave you. You'll be stuck with me for the rest of our lives. Take care. And yes, get all your dresses ready." He gave one last gleaming look with a small smirk. And with that, Ayaan left her with a tear slipping from her eye.
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