“Mama,” I choke out. “Ba—” But to my disoriented surprise, it isn’t my parents by my side, but Azeer—who was supposed to be on an important business trip in New York. I find him sleeping beside me in his business attire, holding my hands tightly. Oh my god, am I hallucinating? “Azeer,” I whisper weakly, poking his cheek. Nope. “You’re real.” In an instant, he wakes up and cups my cheek, looking at me with raw tenderness and exhaustion. Having him here, physical and so real, brings hot tears to my eyes, and I feel the last remnants of my sanity shatter. “Alina jaan,” he says softly.
yeah I’m dead 😍🔫
