Just the two of us (EDITING)✔️

Chapter Thirty~Six~A nigtht to remember

He took a deep breath, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. "Afrah, You see, Aneesa and I have practically been together since secondary school. She was the best thing that ever happened to me back then, everything felt perfect. But then... things changed. It all started when she began imagining things that weren't real. I'd be at home, and she'd call me, frantic and angry, convinced she had seen me with another girl. It spiraled out of control. It got to the point where she stabbed one of her friends because of her wild suspicions." He paused, rubbing his temples as if trying to erase the memories from his mind.

"I couldn't bear it anymore," he continued, frustration lacing his voice. "So I told her that if she didn't seek help, I would have to leave. I couldn't keep living like that."

"What happened then?" I whispered, my heart aching for him.

"She finally agreed to get help, and we went to the hospital. She was diagnosed with Othello syndrome. After that, we were assigned to a therapist. She made me promise I would never leave her. We even swore to God that we would never let go of each other." His voice cracked slightly as he recalled those moments.

"Afrah, she put me through unimaginable pain, and I overlooked it time and time again. Aneesa is beautiful in every sense, she has this cute way of pronouncing 's' and 'c' but her bratty behavior is so unbearable."

I could see the hurt etched on his face, and my heart twisted in sympathy.

"When she claimed to be better, I took her to meet my parents, but they rejected her when they learned about her disorder and her spoiled ways. It broke my heart to see her like that. When I told her about my marriage to you, she nearly committed suicide. In that moment of desperation, I promised her with my life that I wouldn't choose you over her. And she agreed to that.

"But here's the truth, Afrah. It was supposed to be that way, but somewhere along the line, I fell for you. I really fell for you, even before our arranged marriage. When you were in school, Bullz kept urging me to tell you how I felt, but I couldn't. I thought of you as too childish.

"Do you remember the very first day you stepped into our house wearing that peach Atamfa?" He sighed, a small smile breaking through his somber expression. "You looked so radiant. I still remember how my heart skipped a beat."

I felt a warmth spread through me at the memory, but then reality crashed back in as he continued, his voice thick with emotion.

"Then today..." he paused, his expression darkening. "I caught Aneesa with an old man, Afrah. After everything, I've done everything for her , there's no amount she asks that I don't provide for , after I gave up my love for you, thinking it would be best..."

Afrah's POV
My heart sank as he recounted the painful details of his day. I had an inkling of what had transpired because I had asked Bullz to take Afaan to the club, hoping he would see Anisa's true colors. I never imagined he would end up feeling this shattered.

Acting on impulse, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, holding him to my chest. He stood there, momentarily dazed, before he finally embraced me back, his grip fierce and desperate. But then he pulled away slightly, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that left me breathless. Was it lust? Was it love? I couldn't decipher it.

Suddenly, he lifted me off the ground, strapping me to his waist, and found my lips, kissing me passionately. My heart raced, my body responding instinctively to him. It was intoxicating, but it was getting out of hand, and I knew I had to put a stop to it.

"Afaa—n, please stop. I'm not ready," I managed to say, pushing against his chest just enough to create space.

"Please, Afrah, let me," he pleaded, his voice heavy, husky, and seductive, sending chills down my spine as he closed his eyes, clearly lost in the moment.

I found myself torn between desire and fear, the lines blurring as I surrendered to the moment.

"I... I can't," I whispered, my heart racing. But as he looked at me, I felt an overwhelming urge to offer myself to him, to let go of my inhibitions and embrace the passion between us.

So, I took a leap of faith, my heart pounding in my chest as I offered myself to the altar of pleasure, worshiping his every thrust, trusting the rhythm of our bodies coming together.

A song of two souls becoming one echoed in the silence around us, a melody that resonated deep within me.

As we moved together, lost in our own world, I could feel the ancient music of love guiding us. Our bed pleaded for mercy, but we were deaf to every sound except for our sonorous moans, each gasp and sigh weaving a tapestry of shared intimacy.

We danced through the night, enduring everything as we lost ourselves in each other, the pain, the past, and the future fading away. It was just us—a harmony born from the depths of longing and connection.
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I would rather be myself and let people accept me for what I am than be somebody who I am not, just because I want people's approval. Life is short, and if we enjoy every moment of every day, then we will be happy no matter what happens or what changes along the way.