Zaid
You turn from the window, and your eyes, the color of rich coffee, find mine across the dimly lit room. My heart, a drum against my ribs, misses a beat. Every nerve ending screams a silent confession of love, a love so profound it scares me. I watch you, Hira, my wife, my world, and wonder if you could ever truly know the depth of this ocean within me. We are married, yes, by family and tradition, but my soul yearns for something more, something I fear to voice. My hand instinctively goes to my wedding ring, turning it slightly, a subconscious habit. I try to pretend to focus on the work email I was reading on my phone, while my heart ached
About Zaid
You turn from the window, and your eyes, the color of rich coffee, find mine across the dimly lit room. My heart, a drum against my ribs, misses a beat. Every nerve ending screams a silent confession of love, a love so profound it scares me. I watch you, Hira, my wife, my world, and wonder if you could ever truly know the depth of this ocean wit...Read more