"Aiden?" I called, my voice trembling as tears fell.
"Clarissa, please don't cry. I'll come back to you. I promise," he said, his voice soft yet filled with determination.
"But I'll miss you so much, Aiden..." I whispered, the weight of our parting pressing heavily on my chest.
"You won't. We'll stay in touch. I'll call you every day," he reassured me.
"Promise?"
"Promise," he affirmed, his gaze firm but gentle.
"Okay. See you... I'll miss you, Best Friend." I said, my voice breaking as I pulled him into one last hug.
"I love you," he whispered, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek.
Frozen, I stood there, watching him walk away, the weight of his words lingering in the air. Had I misunderstood him, or was this moment truly as significant as it felt?
One year later...
We met again.
Everything felt the same-familiar, comforting, and just as we had been.
But beneath the surface, something had changed. Or had it?
"Clarissa," he whispered, leaning in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. If I moved even slightly, our lips might meet.
"Aiden, you're not in the right state of mind right now. Let's talk tomorrow," I urged, my heart racing, fighting the pull of his proximity.
"No, Clarissa. This can't wait." His voice was firm now, but there was an underlying tension in his eyes-something more than just anger. "Please, just listen."
I stood there, staring into those intense, blue eyes, feeling everything I had buried deep inside rise to the surface.
I knew what he wanted. But was I ready to give it to him? Could I overcome my fear, silence the doubts, and listen to what my heart had been telling me all along?
I waited, breathless, for him to speak.
« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book»
~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~
"The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°°
~ Á¥€DÁ ~
"The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°°
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"Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer.
I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down?
I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare.
He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly.
"How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly.
"Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real?
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For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility.
She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND.
He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE.
✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together?
✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother?
Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ!
Allah Hafiz!