A New Chapter

One Week Later

Lina’s POV

The last week felt like a whirlwind. After the family confrontation, Zara and I had finally found some space to breathe. The tension that had once weighed heavy on us had lifted, but in its place was a new kind of energy—excitement, nerves, and the undeniable pull between us.

Today marked one week since everything changed, and I was determined to make it special. Zara had been so patient and caring, constantly checking in on me, making sure I was okay after the family’s overwhelming reactions. Now it was my turn to do something for her.

I decided to surprise her with a quiet dinner at home. I’d spent the afternoon attempting to cook, though it quickly turned into a comical disaster. By the time Zara walked in, I was standing in the kitchen surrounded by flour, spilled sauce, and a half-burned attempt at lasagna.

She froze in the doorway, her eyebrows shooting up. “What… happened here?”

“I was trying to cook,” I admitted sheepishly, holding up a wooden spoon like a white flag of surrender.

Zara laughed, the sound warm and rich, as she set down her bag and walked over to me. “You’re adorable,” she said, brushing a bit of flour off my cheek.

“Adorable and terrible at cooking,” I muttered.

Her eyes softened as she leaned in to kiss my forehead. “It’s the thought that counts. And for the record, I think it’s sweet that you tried.”

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Zara’s POV

Seeing Lina standing in the middle of the kitchen chaos with a pout on her lips made my heart melt. She always found ways to surprise me, and this attempt to cook dinner—despite the hilarious results—was another reminder of how lucky I was.

“Let’s clean this up together,” I said, grabbing a towel. “And then we can order takeout. Deal?”

“Deal,” she said, her smile returning as she grabbed a sponge.

As we worked side by side, scrubbing counters and rinsing dishes, Lina started humming a tune under her breath. It wasn’t long before she broke into a full-blown song, using a wooden spoon as a microphone.

I couldn’t stop laughing as she danced around the kitchen, completely unbothered by the mess or her earlier failure. She had this incredible way of turning even the simplest moments into something magical.

When she finally plopped down on the couch beside me, her cheeks were flushed, and she was out of breath from laughing. “You’re going to hold this over my head forever, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Forever,” I teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

She rested her head against me, her fingers idly tracing patterns on my arm. “You make me so happy, Zara,” she said softly.

“And you make me feel alive,” I replied, pressing a kiss to her temple.

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Lina’s POV

Later that night, after the kitchen was clean and the takeout boxes were empty, Zara and I sat on the balcony, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance.

I reached for her hand, intertwining our fingers. “Do you ever think about the future?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said, her thumb brushing over my knuckles. “I think about what it’ll be like to wake up next to you every morning, to build a life with you.”

Her words made my heart skip a beat. “You’re really all in, aren’t you?”

“Completely,” she said, turning to look at me. “But only if you are too.”

I smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. “I’m all in, Zara. No doubts, no second-guessing. Just us.”

She cupped my face, her gaze searching mine. “Then let’s keep building this, one day at a time. No matter what comes our way, we’ll face it together.”

As I kissed her under the stars, I felt a surge of confidence that no matter what challenges lay ahead, Zara and I were strong enough to face them together.

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