Torn between two: The faith and The heart

Mysha stood in front of the mirror, a soft hum of excitement in her heart as she finished applying her lipstick. Zaan was taking her and Zaariya out tonight, though he'd kept the destination a surprise, only hinting they should "dress well." Her maroon dress flowed gracefully down to her feet, complementing the warmth of her long red hair that cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. She was applying a nude maroon shade of lipstick, carefully perfecting the final touches, while Zaan, standing near the bed, adjusted his crisp white dress shirt, looking effortlessly handsome.

As she dabbed the lipstick on, Mysha realized she'd applied a bit too much and wanted to blot it.

"Sweetheart," she called out gently, her voice carrying a subtle allure as she looked at him through the mirror, "would you please come here?"

Her voice, the affectionate way she addressed him, sent a flutter through Zaan. Even now, he found himself captivated, not entirely used to how she could make his heart skip a beat with just a word.

"I accidentally applied a little too much lipstick," she added with a soft smile, her eyes meeting his in the mirror's reflection.

Zaan's lips curved into a smile as he walked to the side table, picking up a tissue from the box before making his way over to her.

He offered her the tissue with a smile, expecting her to take it. But Mysha's gaze lingered on him, and instead of taking the tissue, she reached up, catching him by surprise as she gently grabbed his collar. Rising onto her toes, she leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Her lipstick left a warm maroon mark on his skin, a reminder of the kiss that took his breath away.

Her smile lingered against his cheek before she pulled back, her eyes meeting his. Zaan's lips parted slightly in surprise, his gaze soft and intent as he tried to gather himself. Mysha turned back to the mirror, the faint blush in her cheeks adding an extra glow to her beauty.

"It looks good now, doesn't it?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone playful as she looked at him, her eyes gleaming with warmth.

Zaan's expression shifted, playfulness glinting in his eyes as he tilted his head, pressing his tongue into his cheek. He slid his hands into his pockets and took a deliberate step forward, watching as Mysha instinctively stepped back, a soft smile lighting her face. She tried to hold her ground, but as he closed the distance, her pulse quickened. Before she could retreat further, his hands found her waist, lifting her gently onto the edge of the dressing table. Her hands rested on his shoulders, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt.

"Aren't you being a bit bold... all of a sudden?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing whisper, his eyes alight with affection as he leaned in closer, effectively trapping her between his arms.

Mysha's cheeks flushed, her heart racing, but she attempted to keep her expression neutral, her lips pressing together to hide the smile threatening to break free.

"What did I do?"
She whispered.

"Oh, sweetheart, you know exactly what you just did," he teased, a soft chuckle rumbling from his chest.

She tilted her head slightly, controlling the smile that tugged at her lips, but the blush in her cheeks gave her away.

He leaned in even closer, his head tilting, cheek brushing softly against hers, close enough that she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. "Do it again," he whispered, his voice dropping to an intimate, barely-there murmur, his lips grazing her cheek as he spoke.

Her breath caught, and she looked at him, her eyes wide, lips parting as if to ask what he meant. His gaze softened, the playful glint in his eyes mingling with something deeper.