Aayat's admission hung in the air between them, vulnerable and raw. She had laid bare her conflicted emotions, revealing a depth of feeling that had long been suppressed.
Hamza's expression remained gentle and attentive as he listened to Aayat's confession. His eyes, deep and understanding, met hers, offering a sense of security in sharing her thoughts.
"But at the same time," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "I cannot deny the connection that we both have. It's like an invisible thread that ties us together, no matter how much I try to break it.”
Aayat looked at Hamza, her eyes searching his for understanding, for guidance. "I'm at a crossroads, Hamza," she confessed, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I don't know what to do."