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He said it firmly..., voice steady, but his eyes uneasy.
"Even if we're married now, I won't fake anything. Not with you. Never."
A short pause, a quiet breath.
"In front of everyone else... husband and wi...
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Author's pov :
Zara sighed, lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep felt impossible as her thoughts kept going back to what had happened earlier.
She had been so close to getting her bag back, but then everything went wrong.
The paparazzi had gathered around him before she could even explain properly. Their loud voices, flashing cameras, and endless questions had swallowed the moment, leaving her standing there behind.
She turned onto her side on bed, frustrated. The memory of crashing into him came rushing back-the way he had caught her, his strong arms steadying her, and those sharp brown eyes that seemed to look right through her.
Her face heated at the thought, and she buried it into her pillow.
"Why does this stuff always happen to me?" she muttered, her voice muffled.
She kept tossing and turning, the embarrassment and regret replaying in her mind. If only she had spoken faster, or maybe not bumped into him at all. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to calm her thoughts.
Finally, after what felt like forever, her body gave up, and she drifted into a restless sleep. . . . . . . . . . . Zara scrunched her eyes shut as sunlight poured through the curtains, warming her face and pulling her from sleep. She groaned softly, turning over to avoid the light, but it was relentless. With a sigh of resignation, she sat up, stretched her arms above her head, and yawned.
She went to washroom to freshen up..After getting ready, she walked into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Maria was seated at the dining table, her eyes glued to her phone.
"Morning," Zara greeted, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
Maria barely glanced up. "Morning." Her tone was distracted.
Zara furrowed her brows as she sat across from her. "What's so interesting?"
Maria paused for a moment before sliding her phone across the table.
"This."
Zara picked it up, her eyes widening at the headline: "Famous businessman Zayd Suleyman seen with a woman the public has never heard of, raising questions about his private life."
It was a photo of Zara in Zayd's arms from last night.When she ran into him accidentally.
Her jaw dropped. "What?! I-It's not... I wasn't... this isn't what it looks like!"
Maria shrugged, folding her arms. "Doesn't matter what it actually was. That's what people are saying. Apparently, you're his new 'mystery girl.'"
Zara's cheeks burned as she read through the article. "They're making it sound like I planned to fall into his arms on purpose!"
