Rafiq had never felt so much ease at just from seeing someone’s face. Knowing that their very presence—a presence he’d craved—was so close yet so far. This time, he didn’t bother denying it. He’d missed everything about her. Her sheer beauty, her touch, her voice. Everything.
But then, guilt consumed him where he stood after seeing how weary she seemed, yet she carried herself like the princess she was. Her eyes had lost that glow that he adored. But when she finally looked up and saw him, he stiffened at the impact of it. As if it had slapped him. She was as beautiful as ever with her gleaming hazel eyes, full lips, and perfect nose. She was perfect. In every way. Why had he left her!