During literature class, their hands accidentally touched again. Amina felt her pulse quicken. No words, just a silent communication through their eyes. Something unspoken passed between them: curiosity, longing, and an invisible promise.
During literature class, their hands accidentally touched again. Amina felt her pulse quicken. No words, just a silent communication through their eyes. Something unspoken passed between them: curiosity, longing, and an invisible promise.