ZAIRA POV
Even though he had been in a relationship with me, he still carried that disgusting habit-flirting. And I hated it. I hated how casually he did it, how effortlessly girls smiled back at him, how they looked at him like he was something meant to be shared. I knew he loved me-loved me to no extent-but love didn't erase jealousy. Love didn't silence the fear that clawed at my chest whenever another girl stood too close to him.




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