“Don’t leave me,” Sarang whispered weakly, her arms tightening around Zayren’s waist as if she feared that the moment she loosened her grip, he would disappear again. Zayren could feel the desperation in her hold, the way her fingers clung to him like someone drowning. He gently placed his hands over hers, resting against his stomach, and spoke in a calmer voice. “I’m not leaving you, Sarang. I’m giving you a choice.” Hearing that, she slowly loosened her grip as he turned around to face her. His eyes softened when he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. Carefully, he lifted his hand and wiped them away with his thumb.
“Do you want to come with me?” he asked quietly. The question came so directly that Sarang instinctively opened her mouth to answer. For a brief moment, the words almost escaped her lips⸺but then she stopped. That tiny hesitation didn’t escape Zayren’s notice. His jaw tightened the instant he saw it, because he already knew whose shadow stood behind that hesitation. He knew exactly who she was thinking about.
Hi, I’m Taevya. Writing has always been my way of understanding emotions and exploring the complexities of relationships. I love telling stories about people who are imperfect, passionate, and trying to find their way through life’s twists and turns. My stories often revolve around love, misunderstandings, and the kind of connections that challenge and change us. I believe in creating characters who feel real and crafting moments that make you laugh, cry, and maybe even see a little of yourself in them. Thank you for being here and sharing this journey with me. I hope my stories bring you as much joy and inspiration as they bring me.
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