After four years of longing, the moment finally came. I had spent those years stalking and watching from afar, the only man I have ever wanted to call mine.
Even though my fate is bound to something that consumes and leaves nothing but ashes, this foolish heart of mine has already fallen too far. The feeling is irreversible. I was not born for comfort...for love or affection. That truth is carved deep into my mind.
Yet, I cannot deny what I feel for him.
His brown skin glows under the sunlight streaming through the glass window, and I find myself irrationally jealous of it— jealous that it gets to touch him when I cannot.
For a fleeting moment, I wish I were the sunlight. I would not need permission. I would not need restraint. I would simply exist against him, soaking in the warmth beneath that honeyed skin.
Those dark orbs narrow in amusement, faint crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. His lips curve upward, softening his face in a way that feels almost cruel...cruel enough to make me want to sink my teeth into his cheeks.
His jaw remains relaxed yet composed as he laughs carelessly at something Anaya—his sister just said.
The voices around me fade into nothing. They no longer reach me. I am entirely consumed by the man sitting across from me, his slightly disheveled hair, those impossibly dark eyes, and that dangerously tempting skin.
He is dressed in a dark brown jacket with a zip-front closure, a white T-shirt underneath, paired with charcoal-shaded jeans.
Simple. Effortless. Devastating.
“Jiya, stop staring like you’re about to devour him.” Inaya’s voice jerks me out of my trance.
This moment,this restaurant and this weather will be carved into my memory forever.
Today, I met them. Anaya—his sister and Inaya—My best Friend.
And most importantly… him.
I still remember those late-night conversations after exhausting days, typing endlessly in our Telegram group where we first met years ago.
And now here we are sitting together, laughing, existing in the same space.
I never imagined it would feel like this.From an online connection to reality. it feels surreal.I never thought our paths would cross beyond a screen.
Yet here we are, sharing stories, exchanging laughter, and soaking in a quiet December afternoon.
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