Not Easily Forgotten

Kelshun was so exhausted that her entire body ached, her feet burning from hours of treading through city streets in high heels. With a heavy sigh, she finally collapsed into the car, desperately seeking respite from the day's demands. Hamza, on the other hand, was no stranger to these kinds of situations. He had grown accustomed to these grueling occasions and didn't feel as fatigued as Kelshun. Nonetheless, he joined her in the vehicle, gently closing the door behind him.

As the driver revved the engine, Hamza cast a concerned glance at Kelshun. Her tiredness was palpable, evident in the way lines of exhaustion etched her face. In a tender gesture, he reached for her slender legs and carefully slipped off her heels, providing her with even a small measure of comfort. It was an act of love, a silent acknowledgment of how precious she was to him.