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I said I'll post the rest of Zayn and Tessie's side story once the votes hits 800, it did!!! It reached 1000💃 but sadly I forgot to update for you guys, thinking that you might have lost interest. Time to time I thought about update but, I'm an over thinker and I thought you lost interest. But guess what? A lot of people have been asking for the remaining chapter so here it is👇:
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ABUJA, NIGERIA
Tessie literally ran to her car the moment she realized that Zayn and Layla could no longer see her, she had put up a calm and nonchalant facade and pretended as if she didn't love Zayn but she loves him but she just couldn't stand seeing him with another woman. She knows he was once a playboy but he told her he had changed, he told her that he changed for her.
The moment Tessie had uttered the words, "I need a break," a tidal wave of pain surged through her, threatening to drown the love that still lingered in the depths of her heart. The weight of her decision bore down on her like a heavy cloak, each step away from Zayn feeling like an unbearable burden. Her love for him remained an undeniable force, but the cracks in their relationship had grown into chasms that seemed insurmountable.
The pain intensified when she witnessed Zayn and Layla together. Every shared laughter, every exchanged glance, became a dagger that twisted in her heart. The jealousy, once a quiet whisper, now roared within her, fueled by the fear of losing him to the specter of a past she couldn't fully embrace. Zayn's handsomeness, the dark eyes, the plump pink lips—each element that had once been a source of joy now served as a reminder of what she felt slipping away.
The memories of their shared date haunted her, especially Layla's uninvited intrusion. Each recollection stung, a symphony of pain and resentment that played on a loop in her mind. Layla's interruptions became symbolic of a relationship under siege, a narrative in which Tessie felt like an outsider in her own story.
The complexity of Tessie's emotions manifested in her daily struggle to reconcile love and hurt. There were moments when she longed to reach out to Zayn, to mend what was broken, but the fear of more heartache held her back. Her tears, silent witnesses to her internal turmoil, painted a portrait of a woman torn between the love she craved and the pain she couldn't escape.
In the quiet corners of her solitude, Tessie grappled with the paradox of her emotions. The jealousy, like a relentless storm, clashed with the enduring love she couldn't deny. Each passing day without Zayn would feel like an eternity, yet the idea of facing him again was a daunting abyss. The narrative of their love story, once a harmonious melody, had morphed into a dissonant symphony that echoed the tumult within her soul.
She drove recklessly back to Ayman's house, her eyes were clouded with anver and jealousy, she hates Layla! She hates her with all fibre of her being! How dare her?! Couldn't she go and find her man? Why was she always after Zayn? He had made it clear that he didn't love her with the endless relationship he has always been getting into, so what is there not to understand? Is she that dumb? Her heart felt heavy, she reallt didn't want to leave Zayn even if it was just for sometime but their was nothing she could do, this is the one way she can bring him back yo his senses and make him talk to his annoying best friend to stay away from their relationship.
She parkes her car and got out, she ran inside the house as the tears she had been trying so hard to hold back fell from her eyes like a waterfall, she was so lost that she didn't even notice Maha standing beside her until she spoke to her.
"Tessie is everything okay?" Maha asked, Tessie wipe her tears as she sniffed again before she turned to Maha with a half smile.
"Everything is fine." Tessie said and then she turned to leave again.
"Did you fight with Zayn?" Maha asked, Tessie stopped walking as she clenched her hand into a tight fist, she didn't want to talk about Layla to Maha, the two were bestfriends and she didn't even know if Maha would believe. What if she didn't and chose to believe her besfriend that she has spent her childhood with, she has no reason to believe her but she has every reason to believe that damn Layla because she knew her as a child. She really hates her, sometimes she feels like hitting her head with wood whenever she talks.
"You can tell me what's wrong and I will talk to matches, he can be an asshole sometimes." Tessie finally broke down and she turned around and hugged Maha, Maha also held her tightly as she patted her back reassuringly.
"It's okay, let it out sweetheart." Maha said softly.
"Z-zayn a-and." Tessie kept hiccuping and she couldn't complete her words, Maha held her and made her sit on the couch.
"Take a deep breath, inhale and then exhale slowly." Maha said, Tessie did as she was told and when she finally calmed down she began to speak.
"I think Layla is in love with Zayn." Tessie said.
In the intimate corners of Maha's world, the revelation of Layla's unspoken love for Zayn, a truth she had delicately chosen to pretend ignorance about, sent ripples through the carefully constructed layers of her reality. Tessie's tear-streaked face became a mirror reflecting the complexities that Maha had consciously avoided acknowledging. Shock and concern played across Maha's features, a nuanced dance that betrayed the weight of the secrets she had chosen to carry.
As Tessie unraveled the intricacies of Layla's emotions, Maha's inner turmoil intensified. The knowledge, once hidden in the recesses of her awareness, now hung in the air like an unspoken truth, a silent agreement between friends that had become a delicate tapestry of loyalty and silent complicity. Maha's eyes, usually a well-guarded repository of wisdom, widened with a mix of surprise and a newfound understanding that the threads binding them all were more fragile than she had allowed herself to admit.
Empathy for Tessie's plight mingled with a sense of guilt within Maha's heart. The loyalty she owed to Layla, a friend who had entrusted her with the weight of unspoken love, clashed with the emerging realization that Tessie's pain was an uncharted territory they couldn't continue to ignore. The room, once a haven for shared confidences, now echoed with the unspoken tension of unaddressed truths.
In that pivotal moment, Maha became a silent guardian of the intricate dance between friendship and unrequited love. The delicate balance she had maintained by feigning ignorance now teetered on the edge of revelation. Her gaze shifted between Tessie's tearful eyes and the unspoken acknowledgment that Layla's feelings had been a quiet undercurrent beneath the surface of their interactions.
As Tessie's words painted a poignant picture of heartache, Maha grappled with the weight of unspoken confidences. Loyalty to Layla, an unspoken pact to preserve the facade of blissful ignorance, clashed with the genuine concern she felt for Tessie's pain. The room became a silent battleground where Maha, the keeper of intertwined narratives, struggled to reconcile the bonds of friendship with the evolving dynamics that threatened to reshape their shared history.
The air in the room became charged with the tension of unaddressed emotions as Maha navigated the delicate terrain of friendship and love. Her heart, a complex symphony of conflicting allegiances, echoed with the haunting melody of choices that now demanded resolution. The unspoken pact between friends unraveled before her eyes, leaving Maha to confront the uncomfortable truth that the foundations of their relationships were shifting, and with them, the delicate equilibrium that had defined their shared existence.
"But matches loves you, right?" Maha managed to ask, Tessie nodded her head as she kept it low.
"Zayn and I went on a date today and Layla suddenly came uninvited, I trust Zayn and I know he didn't invite her."
"Well trust is the best thing you can offer in a relationship and I am glad you guys have that."
"She keeps talking about her childhood with Zayn and he does nothing to stop her, she makes me feel like a third wheel in my own relationship, today she said that no woman can come in between her and Zayn." The frown on Maha's forehead deepened, she knew Layla and so she knew Layla had said that, she could say words that are more hurtful than that, Layla is just mean, she had always been the bully among them.
"Did you tell Zayn what you feel?" Maha asked,
Three years into her marriage, surrounded by the laughter of two beautiful one-year-olds, Maha found herself standing at the crossroads of reflection. The journey of matrimony had been an intricate dance, a delicate balance between shared joy and the inevitable challenges that came with building a life together. As she navigated the landscape of motherhood and partnership, a profound realization dawned upon her - the pillars that upheld a lasting relationship were rooted in trust and communication, not only love.
In the gentle chaos of parenting, Maha recognized that the foundation of a resilient marriage lay in the fertile soil of trust. Trust was not merely the absence of doubt but a robust affirmation of belief in each other. The shared responsibility of nurturing their little ones became a metaphor for the shared responsibility of safeguarding their connection. Trust, she realized, was the silent guardian that fortified the bonds of love, weathering the storms of doubt and uncertainty.
Communication, the lifeblood of any relationship, took on a newfound significance in the symphony of their days. Maha discovered that words, when woven with intention, became threads that stitched the fabric of understanding. The language of shared glances and unspoken gestures gave way to the importance of articulating thoughts and feelings openly. In the midst of sleepless nights and the orchestrated chaos of parenting, communication emerged as the compass that guided them through the maze of challenges.
Maha's realization extended beyond the routine exchanges of daily life; it transcended into the realm of vulnerability. She understood that sharing fears, aspirations, and vulnerabilities was the mortar that bound the bricks of their connection. Opening up to each other became a testament to the authenticity of their partnership, a ritual of laying bare not only the joys but also the shadows that danced on the periphery of their shared existence.
The evolution of their relationship became a tapestry woven with shared dreams and honest conversations. Maha discovered that the key to weathering the storms lay not in avoiding conflicts but in navigating them together. Disagreements transformed into opportunities for growth, and resolutions were forged through the crucible of mutual understanding.
Parenthood, with its kaleidoscope of challenges, underscored the importance of teamwork. Maha and Ayman discovered that the art of co-parenting was a manifestation of their commitment to a shared vision. The collaborative effort required to raise their children seamlessly translated into a collective commitment to nourish the seeds of love and understanding within their marriage.
In the quiet moments when the world slept and their home was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Maha found solace in the arms of Ayman. Together, they embarked on the journey of rediscovering each other beyond the roles of parents. Date nights, stolen glances, and shared laughter became the threads that rewove the tapestry of romance, reminding them that the foundation of their marriage extended beyond the responsibilities of parenthood.
As Maha reflected on the intricate dance of trust and communication, she realized that sustaining a relationship was not a destination but a continuous journey. It required a commitment to growth, an acceptance of imperfections, and a willingness to adapt to the evolving dynamics of their shared narrative. In the embrace of trust and the symphony of communication, Maha discovered that the true beauty of marriage lay not just in the destination but in the shared journey that unfolded one heartfelt conversation at a time.
She held Tessie's had and squeezed it gently as she smiled at her,
"Love isn't enough in a relationship dear, you need to tryat each other and communicate with each other."
"I told him I needed a break." Maha squeezed Tessie's hands again as her mouth formed an O shape and she gently nodded her head.
"Matches really loves you, you are the first woman he had ever cared for and even wanted to marry." Maha said.
"I'm not saying this so you can go back to my brother, if you need a break then I think you should take one. I'm just telling you this so you will make the right decision, Zayn love you... alot and I am sure you also love him." Maha said with a soft smile, Tessie nodded her head as she cleaned her tears.
"I will think about what you said but please don't let him see me whenever he comes here."
"You have my word." Maha said, she smiled at Tessie as she went to Azra and Azran's room.
In the wake of Maha's revelation about Zayn's feelings, Tessie found herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, a tempest of uncertainty that left her grappling with the fragments of her own thoughts. Maha's words lingered in the air, a delicate revelation that reshaped the contours of Tessie's understanding.
Confusion etched itself across Tessie's face, her brows furrowed as she tried to reconcile Maha's disclosure with the tumultuous landscape of her feelings. Zayn's love, a revelation she hadn't anticipated, cast a sudden spotlight on the intricacies of her relationship. The certainty she thought she had crumbled beneath the weight of newfound information, leaving Tessie suspended in a state of emotional flux.
In that moment, the ground beneath Tessie's convictions felt shaky. Maha's intent, although rooted in concern, added a layer of complexity to Tessie's already turbulent emotions. The love that Zayn harbored for her became an enigma, a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit into the narrative Tessie had crafted in her mind.
Tessie's eyes, once pools of uncertainty, now mirrored the conflict within her soul. The revelation left her questioning the foundation of her decision to take a break from Zayn. Was there more to their story than she had allowed herself to see? The line between clarity and confusion blurred as Tessie navigated the uncharted waters of conflicting emotions.
As Maha's words hung in the air, Tessie's internal dialogue became a storm of conflicting thoughts. The love she had felt for Zayn, a sentiment that had driven her to seek distance, now coexisted with the revelation that Zayn reciprocated those feelings. The jigsaw puzzle of her emotions lay scattered, and Tessie found herself at a crossroads, unsure of which path to tread.
The uncertainty painted across Tessie's features spoke of a mind in disarray. Maha's revelation had opened a Pandora's box of questions, leaving Tessie standing on the precipice of a decision that held the power to redefine the course of her relationship with Zayn. The complexity of emotions played out in the furrow of her brow and the flicker of indecision in her eyes.
In the aftermath of Maha's revelation, Tessie grappled with the fragments of her own understanding. The love that had once been a source of solace now became a puzzle to unravel, and the path forward appeared obscured by the shadows of doubt. The emotional tempest within Tessie whispered of a struggle to make sense of the newfound knowledge and to discern the true nature of the connection she shared with Zayn.
Despite learning about Zayn's feelings, Tessie remained steadfast in her decision to maintain distance. She believed that for their relationship to progress, Zayn needed to address the complexities with Layla. Tessie's choice wasn't a rejection of Zayn's love but a recognition of the need for clear boundaries and open communication. She hoped this break would encourage Zayn to initiate conversations that could untangle the threads of their relationships and pave the way for a more stable foundation. Tessie's decision was a pause, providing space for both to navigate their individual emotions and shared complexities.
Also, please don't confuse yourselves while reading, this story I'm narrating now is a year after Maha had given birth to the twins Azra and Azran, the part were Maha and Ayman got married again hasn't happened here.
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