"Did you touch her without her consent?" Fiza's father bellowed at Alan.

Alan remained frozen in place, incapable of uttering a word. His silence was all the answer her father needed.

In a fit of anger, he stood up and delivered a resounding slap to Alan's face.

"What are you doing?" Alan's mother shouted in defense of her son. "Don't you dare lay a hand on my son!" The room was engulfed in turmoil, emotions running high, as the situation escalated to an alarming level.

Fiza was crying. Everything was going horribly wrong.

"We knew you had no character. And we've heard things about your brother too. But we didn't think you were this bad," Fiza's father hollered at Alan. He stepped toward Alan again, but Fiza got on her feet and stood in front of him.

"We did not come to your house to be accused and insulted. Do you know who is characterless? Your daughter. For the last several years, she comes and stays with him, sneaking out of her hostel. Whatever you are accusing Alan of, it was her doing," Alan's father shouted.

"You are coming to my house and calling my daughter characterless?" her father responded, his eyes wild with anger.

Fiza stood there, her gaze shifting between her two arguing families, feeling utterly helpless. Her eyes met Alan's, and she could see the tension in his clenched jaw. Fiza couldn't bear the idea of him leaving her, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "Don't leave me," she pleaded with desperation in her voice.

Her father glanced at her for a fleeting moment before the heated exchange between the two families continued unabated.

Alan held her tightly. She rested her head on his chest, seeking comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat that drowned out the chaos around them. His fingers entwined in her hair, and she inhaled his familiar masculine scent.

Fiza was certain she couldn't leave him. They were soulmates, destined to be together. He had saved her as much as she had saved him

"Fiza!" Her father's voice pierced through her thoughts, snapping her back to the harsh reality of the situation.

"You're never seeing him again. Leave him," her father declared firmly, and Fiza clung to Alan even tighter, her eyes searching his for an answer.

"Alan, let's go," his mother urged, taking his hand firmly.

Fiza's heart sank as she realized that Alan's father had already left the house. Her pleas intensified, desperation in her voice. "I'm yours, Alan. Take me with you. You told me I'm yours," she implored, tears streaming down her cheeks.

This couldn't be the end.

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