Zahra Aziz finds herself in a seemingly blissful relationship with her boyfriend. However, his manipulative ways lead her astray from her family and faith, blinding her with love. Just when she believes she knows him, a horrifying incident pushes he...
My eyes sweep across the simple decor of Adam's room as I step in with him. The room is minimally adorned, with a large glass window framing a beautiful view, and a simple dressing table positioned opposite the bed. Moreover there is a spacious closet discreetly residing on the side of the room.
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I make my way towards the dressing table, standing before it with my bridal attire still on me. I remove the veil from my head, followed by my hijab, allowing my hair to cascade down my back.
For a fleeting moment, I lose myself in the reflection that gazes back at me. As I sense Adam's unwavering gaze on me, I meet his eyes. He leans against the wall, his hands concealed within his pockets. There is something so warm and gentle in his stare, that oddly feels so comforting, so protective.
It has always been this way. He has always been protective, always gentle towards me. I have never seen him being rude to me. And yet, I hated him. I hated him more than I desired. Just because he was always caring and protective. I hated him just because he was kind to me. I hated him every time he spoke to me calmly, every time his eyes radiated warmth, every time his presence brought me comfort... everything that I yearned for from Liam.
I avert my gaze, unable to meet his eyes or even my own reflection. I shift my attention to the outside world beyond the glass window, trying to hold back my tears. I just can't face him, or even myself. It feels unbearable... the thought that I can't even face a single person and say, 'Oh, I never misunderstood them, I never wronged them...'
