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Tell Me How It Ends
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Ongoing, First published May 20
Mature
"Do you ever stop talking?"
"Only when you look at me like that."

Afiyah Ahmed didn't come to university looking for anything but direction.
A new apartment. A new program. A city that didn't know her name.
She came to focus-on her faith, her studies, and maybe learning how to belong somewhere.

She wasn't expecting to find a kind of quiet rhythm with the two girls she just met.

And she definitely wasn't expecting Zayd Khan.

Her roommate's older brother.
A second-year with quiet confidence and knuckles that say more than he does.
Afiyah plans to ignore the boy who grins like he's got nothing to prove.
She planned for textbooks, not butterflies.
But Zayd makes her wonder what else she didn't plan for.

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