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Chapter 13

The tense air surrounding the table was beginning to suffocate Afrah. Fahad refused to take his eyes off her, even when he chewed his food or drank some water. It was almost as if his eyes were the needle of a compass, and she was the North pole. 

It had been thirty minutes already; thirty grueling, uncomfortably silent minutes. The awkward car ride was nothing compared to this. 

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