SHIDDAT ~ Where Love Burns With The Flames of Passion

Meeting Her Best Friend

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Samar's pov:

I continued to watch as she stopped her Activa at the red signal, and they both kept talking.

With each passing second, her smile grew wider, and the man with her was also laughing, clearly enjoying their conversation.

She turned slightly to look at him, playfully glaring as if he had said something that mockingly offended her.

Then she rolled her eyes at him, a gesture I had seen her do many times before.

In response, he laughed even harder, clearly relishing in her reaction.

Watching this unfold, I felt a tightness in my chest.

There was a warmth in the way they interacted, a familiarity that stung more than I wanted to admit.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened further, an unsettling mix of jealousy and helplessness brewing inside me.

Part of me wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

I was drawn to the sight of her, so carefree and happy, even if it wasn't with me.

I continued to watch, struggling to keep my emotions in check, torn between wanting to leave and needing to see more.

I had convinced myself that distancing from her for now was the right choice, something I could manage even though it felt difficult.

But I haven't thought about this-seeing her with someone else.

I never considered what it would feel like to see her with someone else.

I never thought about this possibility.

And now, watching her laugh and share moments with another man, I realize that distancing myself was far easier than witnessing this.

This was a different kind of hurt; one I wasn't prepared for.

I watched as they both continued talking, her laughter filling the air.

Then, I noticed her hair falling onto her face, and one strand of her hair got stuck in the strap of her helmet.

She was struggling to free it, her fingers fumbling as she tried to tuck it back.

The man reached out, gently helping her, his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened even more, the leather creaking under the pressure.

My knuckles turned white as I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

This was it-I couldn't watch it any more.

Though this was just a small thing, it was still becoming unbearable for me.

I had told myself I could handle the distance, but this... this was too much.

Without another thought, I started the engine of my car and drove away, unable to stay there a second longer.

As I drove through the city, my mind was consumed by her thoughts.

My mind was a whirlwind, thoughts of her and the man on her activa replaying over and over.

The faster I drove, the more I tried to escape the suffocating mix of anger, jealousy, and sadness that surged through me.

My heart pounded with every turn and acceleration, as if by speeding through the city streets, I could outrun the storm within me.

I knew driving like this was reckless, but I couldn't bring myself to stop.