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The days after Elena’s departure felt like an eerie calm. Samira had managed to keep up her polite, dutiful wife routine while Elena was around, even engaging in brief touches and stolen kisses with Ray, all under Elena’s watchful eyes. It was like playing a role on a stage, a performance they both had to give. But now that Elena was gone, the façade crumbled. It started small. Samira found herself flinching when Ray reached for her hand at night, instinctively pulling away. She couldn’t even explain why it happened. His touch—once familiar, warm, and reassuring—now felt foreign, almost repulsive. Each time he tried to kiss her, she felt nothing, no flutter in her stomach, no soft warmth spreading across her chest like it used to. There was just… nothing. She would lie awake at night, Ray's arm draped across her waist, his breaths soft against her neck, and wonder when things had changed so much. There had been a time when his presence made her feel safe, cherished. Now, it was suff
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Ray stepped out of Delly’s apartment, his head pounding from both the hangover and the crushing weight of what had just happened. His entire body ached with regret, guilt swirling in his chest like a storm ready to tear him apart. He couldn’t believe what he had allowed to happen, what he had done. The cold morning air did little to clear the fog in his mind, the realization of his mistake bearing down on him like a physical weight. As he hurried down the steps, pulling his phone from his jacket, Ray felt his heart race. The first person he thought of was Samira. Guilt knifed through him again as her face flashed in his mind—the woman he loved, the woman he had betrayed. He had to get home, had to find a way to fix this mess before it got any worse. But as soon as he unlocked his phone, a barrage of missed calls and notifications lit up the screen. His stomach lurched. Most of them were from Mike and several other business contacts, but one message stood out—the one from Samira's pa
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The silence in the house was deafening. It pressed down on Ray, a physical weight that stole his breath and amplified the hollowness within him. Each room was a stark reminder of Samira’s absence. The living room, where they used to spend evenings curled up on the sofa, now felt vast and empty. The kitchen, filled with the lingering scent of her favorite spices, was a battlefield of memories, each aroma a tiny dagger twisting in his heart. Even their bedroom, once a sanctuary of shared intimacy, was now a cold, sterile space, the scent of her perfume a phantom lingering in the air, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.Ray wandered through the house like a ghost, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness. He picked up a framed photo of Samira, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling with joy. He traced the outline of her face with his finger, a wave of longing washing over him. He remembered the way her laughter used to fill the house, the warmth of her touch, the way she would l
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The city lights blurred as Samira stared out the bus window, a kaleidoscope of reds and yellows mirroring the chaos within her. The park bench, her sanctuary just hours ago, now felt miles away, a distant memory. She was on her way back to Mrs. Mary’s, a haven of sorts, but the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She couldn't impose on Mrs. Mary forever. She needed her own space, her own life.The bus rumbled to a stop, and Samira stepped out, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy confines of the vehicle. She walked the familiar streets to Mrs. Mary’s, the houses lining the road like silent witnesses to her turmoil. Inside, the warm glow of the living room welcomed her. Mrs. Mary was in the kitchen, the aroma of simmering stew filling the air."Samira, you're back," Mrs. Mary said, her voice warm and comforting. "Dinner will be ready soon. How was your walk?""It was… long," Samira replied, forcing a smile. She didn't want to burden Mrs. Mary with her wo
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Ray sat motionless in the hospital chair, his body slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head buried in his hands. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow over everything in the ICU. Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange, disjointed intervals—he couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there, waiting. Waiting for news that would either break him or bring a small glimmer of hope. Samira had just undergone an emergency surgery as a last, desperate attempt to save her life. Ray had barely caught the doctor's words as they rushed her into the operating room, the sounds of alarms and the frantic shuffle of nurses ringing in his ears. It had all blurred together, becoming just another wave of horror in a day that already felt unbearable. He had spent the entirety of the surgery in a fog, pacing the narrow waiting area, replaying the events of the last few days in his mind. The scandal, the betrayal, his drunken mistake with Delly it al
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In between kisses I whisper Don't shut me out
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