Inside the car, the drive to the Ahemad's mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Aqsa sat in the back seat, her heartbeat still slightly fast after the stunt she had pulled in front of her brother. And then the way ibrahim had pulled her into a hug right there, in front of everyone.
His love was never something that stayed hidden behind closed doors. He loved openly, proudly, without hesitation. And slowly, she had started doing the same. He had taught her that love didn’t always need words. Sometimes, it was in gestures, in little moments, in the way someone held you close without caring who was watching.
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