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～ˆ｡☆•*.✧'･∘˚˳° He was sick of it. So sick of it all to the point it made him nauseous, the love he thought would bloom for him, now it was nothing more than a chore for him. Was he always so desperate? When? How? Where? And just why did it all start?･*.✧｡◕♡( ༶ ~ Ali and Haseeb were living and loving perfectly, they had everything planned out well. Everything was going smoothly, almost. It seemed like communication was never a problem but compromising was. Just when things turned heated in their relationship, Ali found the coolness in his eyes. Faheem was like a cold coffee in summer and a hot coffee in winter. He was perfect. Just perfect for him and only him. He could be and strictly was anything and everything Ali wanted him to be. But Faheem had a dilemma of his own, far more important and relevant than Ali's desires. He hated, really hated, how this Playboy escalated such lousy matters and made them so personal. It was nothing, really nothing more than a fleeting moment for them, or how he liked to think about it.
Chapter- Sick of it
