Ayesha stood silently in the huge bedroom.
Golden lights.
Silk curtains.
A king-sized bed.
Everything looked luxurious…
Except her heart.
She was standing in her husband's room.
But she felt like a stranger.
The door suddenly opened.
Zayn walked in.
His black shirt was half unbuttoned.
His hair was wet.
He had just taken a shower.
Ayesha's breath caught.
He looked… dangerously handsome.
"Why are you still awake?" he asked coldly.
"I… I couldn't sleep," she replied softly.
Zayn walked closer.
One step.
Two steps.
She backed away.
Until—
Her back hit the wall.
He placed his hand beside her head.
"Remember our contract," he said in a low voice.
"No feelings. No expectations."
"Then why…" her voice trembled,
"Why do you care where I sleep?"
His eyes darkened.
"Because you belong here."
Her heart skipped.
Belong?
Before she could react—
He lifted her gently.
"W-What are you doing?!" she gasped.
"Sleeping," he answered simply.
He placed her on the bed.
Then lay beside her.
Not touching.
But close enough to feel his warmth.
Silence filled the room.
Only their breathing remained.
Ayesha whispered,
"Zayn… do you hate me?"
He didn't answer.
After a long pause, he said quietly—
"No."
"I'm afraid of you."
She turned to him.
"Afraid… of me?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Because if I fall for you…"
He stopped.
Didn't finish.
But she understood.
Tears filled her eyes.
Outside, thunder roared.
Inside, two broken hearts were slowly getting closer…
The next morning—
Ayesha woke up in his arms.
And saw—
His first wife standing at the door.
Watching them.
With hatred in her eyes.
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