Twice His Age
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It could be the first look he had of her face. How beautiful she had looked and how the smile she wore adorned her face.
Or maybe, it wasn't that. It was the way her voice sounded as she cried. How the tears of anguish rolled down her cheeks. How she begged to be rescued.
It could be the way she laughed, as well. Her face, her body, how she carried herself around and how her voice calmed even the the stormiest tsunami in his soul. Or it could be her name; Sabeeha Ghabidin Ahar.
He didn't know what it was that got him hooked to her. Or how on earth he got enslaved by her thoughts. All he knew was, Sabeeha was an obsession he didn't mean to have...but he'd trade his soul to keep.
She would always be his Beautiful Beeha, no matter the thorns on the road and even if she's Twice His Age...Zaid knew he'd love her, always and forever.
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