I couldn’t bring myself to attend my lectures after everything that had transpired between Raihan and me earlier that morning.
The moment his parents departed, an oppressive silence engulfed the apartment, making the atmosphere feel inexplicably heavier.
For reasons I couldn’t quite articulate, I found myself growing increasingly apprehensive in Raihan’s presence.
“Are you still dwelling on what my father said?” Raihan asked, his perceptive gaze fixed intently on me. “I’m certain he was merely having a bit of fun with you.”
“It’s fine,” I replied, forcing a faint smile. “I’m not bothered.”
I lied to him because in reality every word his father had uttered echoed in my mind.
The probing questions.
The unmistakable look of recognition.
The unsettling invitation.
The more I reflected
