Story cover for Void Without You  by Cocolott
Void Without You
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Sep 01
~ˆ。⁠☆•*⁠.⁠✧'⁠・∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°   He was sick of it. So sick of it all to the point it made him nauseous, the love he thought would bloom for him, now it was nothing more than a chore for him. Was he always so desperate? When? How? Where? And just why did it all start?・⁠*.✧。⁠◕♡⁠( ⁠༶⁠ ~
Ali and Haseeb were living and loving perfectly, they had everything planned out well. Everything was going smoothly, almost. It seemed like communication was never a problem but compromising was. Just when things turned heated in their relationship, Ali found the coolness in his eyes. Faheem was like a cold coffee in summer and a hot coffee in winter. He was perfect. Just perfect for him and only him. He could be and strictly was anything and everything Ali wanted him to be. But Faheem had a dilemma of his own, far more important and relevant than Ali's desires. He hated, really hated, how this Playboy escalated such lousy matters and made them so personal. It was nothing, really nothing more than a fleeting moment for them, or how he liked to think about it.
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.