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The morning after their passionate night, Zainab woke in Yusuf's bed.
Not her room. His.
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows. She turned to see Yusuf watching her, shirtless, eyes softer than she'd ever seen them.
"You're dangerous," he said quietly.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I'm starting to forget this was supposed to be fake."
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For the next week, things shifted.
Yusuf started eating breakfast with her. He'd text her during the day—short, dry messages like "Don't forget to eat" or "Call if anything happens." But to Zainab, they meant more than flowers.
At night, they shared a bed. And their chemistry deepened—intense, raw, and addictive. Each touch, each kiss, was a silent confession neither of them could say out loud.
But just as she was beginning to believe in their almost love—a knock shattered everything.
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A maid rushed in.
"Sir… there's a woman at the gate. She says she's your fiancée."
Zainab froze.
"Excuse me?"
Yusuf stood, face hardening. "That's not possible."
But when they reached the entrance…
There she was.
Lana.
But not just Lana.
Lana... pregnant.
She stood proudly, hand resting on her belly.
"I told you I'd be back, Yusuf."
Then she turned to Zainab.
"You didn't really think this was your story, did you?"
Zainab's throat went dry.
She looked at Yusuf.
He said nothing.
Didn't deny it.
Didn't even blink.
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That night, Zainab locked the bedroom door behind her. Her heart racing. Eyes burning.
And for the first time since her wedding… she felt like a fool.
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