Ahmed pov:
I opened the door of anaya's room while she was in my arms sleeping soundly.her room was blank as it was 3 years ago.
it was luxury but no decorations, all the walls were painted black, there was a simple yet modern chandelier hanging above her black bed,there were two doors,a bathroom and a walk in closet,
(Please imagine there's a chandelier)
I gently placed her down on bed, I sat on the edge of her bed and placed her feet in my lap, I took her shoes and socks off and rubbed her feet lightly
Her feet were cold as ice even though she was wearing socks.
I chuckled softly remembering that since childhood her hands and feet were never warm and she used to put her hands in my jacket's pocket because she found them warm
Flashback
I was sitting in my car waiting for Anaya because I had to drop her to collage.
I came out of my daze when I heard the door slamming, I moved my gaze towards the door and saw a grumpy Anaya rubbing her hands furiously.
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Romancebottling up so many miseries inside her but putting on a cheerfull smile will hide her pain but thats what she thought because there was one person who noticed the change in her behaviour and that was Ahmed, he was the person who could read her lik...