WHY ME
And for once, she didn’t pull away.
Didn’t push him back.
Instead, she tilted her head up, just slightly—
And that was all it took.
Zayn’s fingers slid beneath her chin, tilting her face toward his.
His touch was gentle, but his eyes were anything but.
Then he kissed her.
It wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t desperate.
It was slow, deliberate—a promise wrapped in warmth.
Ayesha melted.
For the first time in years, she let herself feel.
Let herself forget about the war, the betrayals, the weight of everything they had lost.
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