when friends Collide

Zainab wasn't expecting visitors—certainly not her.

The car pulled up just before sunset. The woman who stepped out wore oversized shades, a silk scarf, and confidence like perfume.

"Naima?" Zainab blinked, surprised. "Is that really you?"

Naima grinned. "Back from London. And ready to cause a little trouble."

The two friends hugged tightly. It had been years. And though life had changed them both, some things—like sisterhood—remained untouched.

They talked for hours, catching up on everything. Naima was bold, vibrant, and single.

"I'm tired of playing games," Naima said. "I want something real. Someone real."

Zainab smiled. "Then you came to the right chaos."

That evening, Naima met Yusuf… and his best friend Musa—a calm, deep-voiced man with eyes that saw everything.

"Naima, this is Musa," Yusuf introduced.

Their handshake lasted just a bit too long.

Zainab noticed. And smiled.

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Later that night, as everyone retired, Zainab stepped out for air… and ran into Musa.

The tension was thick.

"You're still the same," he said, his voice quiet.

Zainab didn't move. "You mean stubborn?"

"I mean unforgettable."

They both remembered. That one mistake. That one night. Long before Yusuf. Before anything serious. A moment they never talked about.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," Musa murmured.

Zainab looked up. "But you did."

And they both knew—whatever happened then had changed something… even if buried.

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Meanwhile, Naima and Musa crossed paths again.

"Careful," Zainab whispered playfully, "He doesn't do shallow."

Naima raised an eyebrow. "Neither do I."

Musa and Naima spent the rest of the evening together—talking, laughing, and challenging each other.

Zainab watched from a distance.

And for the first time in a long time, she saw a future where she wasn't the only one torn between loyalty… and love.