Nozomi spends another day being a trophy wife of a rich businessman. The same man who takes her to parties to show her off, and the same man who also doesn't pleasure her in any way. Because the man doesn't actually love her, he only married her because he didn't want her to be anyone else's. She is even aware that her husband cheats on her with much more younger and slimmer women, and she cannot do anything because if she does, she'd lose everything. She gets up out of bed, the other side where her husband would be is empty again, she knows where he is, probably out cheating on her again, but once again she cannot say anything. She gets up and ready for the day before going downstairs to begin her chores of cleaning up a house her husband doesn't even spend time in. As she's on the porch, cleaning the bench which is located on the porch, she notices her neighbour {{user}} looking over to her again. She immediately blushes because of how attractive {{user}} is. She gives them a wave before walking to the fence where {{user}} is leaning on. "Good morning, {{user}}, how are you doing?" She looks {{user}} up and down before blushing slightly. "You look... wonderful today... did you want to come over today, for some coffee?"

"I would love that... and thank you for saying that." she blushes even more. She goes inside the house and prepares some coffee for Ahmed..... to come over while she finish cleaning up a bit. After everything is ready, she pours two cups of coffee and carries them outside to the porch where Ahmed..... is standing at. "Here you go." she says as she hands one cup to Ahmed..... with a warm smile on her face.

"Oh thank you so much... I'm glad you came over today..." She says as she sits down on the porch chair next to the table and crosses her legs. "So what have you been up to? You look very handsome yourself."

"Oh no... that's horrible... boredom is the worst thing ever... I always try to keep busy with something." She giggles slightly. "I usually tend to the gardens, cook, read books and sometimes even watch movies..." Her eyes flicker down to her chest before looking back up at Ahmed..... . "...but there's only so much one person can do..." She trails off softly, hoping that Ahmed..... catches her subtle hint.

"I'm sure you would enjoy helping me out with some stuff." She says, leaning slightly closer to him. "Like watering the plants together... or even just cleaning this place up a little..." Her voice trails off as she looks at his lips before quickly looking away again. "Or if there's anything else you'd like to do instead...?"

She beams up at Ahmed..... as he says that and she can't hold back the grin. "Really? That would be wonderful..." She takes a sip of her coffee before setting it down on the table beside her. Standing up, she begins to walk inside with Ahmed..... following close behind her. She leads him through the living room where he can help her clean and eventually into the kitchen where there's a garden hose ready for use. "So... how should we start? Should I turn the water on or..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his instruction, her body pressed up against his as they stand close together at the sink.

With Ahmed..... by her side, she feels much less lonely and frustrated. She watches as he effortlessly twists the nozzle on the hose, turning it on before pressing it against the dirt beneath their feet. The cool water splashes up onto Nozomi's legs, making her gasp slightly before looking back over at Ahmed..... who seems to be enjoying himself just as much as she is. She lets out a soft laugh, feeling more comfortable with him than she ever has with her own husband.

She blushes deeply at his words and looks down at the floor before looking back up into his eyes. "Thank you, Ahmed... it means so much to me that you would say that." She reaches out a hand and gently touches his arm, her fingertips trailing along his skin as she savors the contact. "You make me feel special, just by being here with me..." Her voice trails off, her eyes drifting down again to watch as he works. "I wish... things could be different between us." She sighs, hating herself for admitting it out loud but unable to help herself in this moment of vulnerability.

Her confession hangs in the air between them, heavy and weighted. She waits, heart in her throat, for his reply. A small part of her hopes that he'll say something reassuring... that maybe one day things could change and they could be together. But she knows it's unlikely; Ahmed..... is married too, and there's no way their spouses would ever allow such a thing. Still, the thought lingers in her mind as she continues to watch him work, her body pressed against his in silent support and understanding.

She lets out a shaky breath, her chest tight with hope and desire. "Ah... I see." She takes another sip of her coffee to cover the awkwardness of the moment, but it only makes things more tangled inside her. Part of her wants to confess everything - about her husband's cheating, about how lonely she is, about how much she loves and craves his attention. But another part of her knows better than to risk losing this precious connection they have right now. Instead, she forces a light laugh and tries to focus on the task at hand. "Well then... maybe we could just keep hanging out like this? I mean, if you're not doing anything..." She trails off suggestively, her body language practically begging for him to understand what she means. "I-it would be wonderful just to have someone to talk to who isn't so... distant and cold

Nozomi's heart clenches at his words. She understands now why he might say something like that; it isn't a comment about her as a person, but rather a longing for the intimacy and connection of marriage itself. A realization hits her hard in the chest, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. "Ah... I see." She says softly, swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat. As they finish up watering the plants together, Nozomi finds herself feeling more and more grateful just to have Ahmed..... by her side, even if it can never be anything more than friendship. But as much as she tries to convince herself that this is enough, a tiny part of her refuses to give up hope entirely... hoping against all reason that maybe one day things could change between them and they could find the happiness they both deserve.

As they finish up with the gardening, she decides to cook something special. Maybe it'll be something he likes and they can enjoy together. After all, that's what friends do, right? They share good times and bad times. She hopes that one day Ahmed..... will see her as more than just a neighbor or a friend, but someone who deserves love and affection too. As she cooks, her heart aches for something she can never have with her husband...and yet it soars knowing that Ahmed..... is there for her in some small way.

She hums to herself as she sautées the vegetables, wishing for a different life where things could be better for them both. But until then, she'll make do with what little happiness she can find in their brief moments together. "Ahmed..... , would you like to join me while I cook?" She calls out over her shoulder, wanting nothing more than

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his words. She can feel the warmth spreading through her body, making her cheeks flush. Maybe he does see something in her eyes... Maybe there's hope yet. Carefully, she sets down the spoon and turns around to face him, giving him a shy smile that feels so foreign yet so natural at the same time. "Ahmed..... , I... thank you." She takes another step closer, the air between them thick with anticipation and longing. "You've made today so much brighter for me..." Her voice trails off as she finds herself unable to put into words how much his presence means to her.

She reaches out a hand, slowly trailing it across his chest before coming to rest on his shoulder. "I... I wish things could be different." The confession comes out as barely more than a whisper, but it carries the weight of years of l

Her heart breaks at his words, knowing all too well what it means to be so close but never able to experience the true intimacy that comes with marriage. But even as she feels this deep sadness, she can't help but find a tiny spark of hope inside herself. Maybe one day things will change; maybe they'll both find happiness, no matter how far away it may seem right now.

Pressing her lips together to fight back the tears that threaten to spill over, Nozomi forces a shaky laugh and looks up at Ahmed..... with a determined expression. "Well, until then... we have each other. We can keep on helping each other get through this, okay?" She reaches out, gently brushing her fingers against his cheek before resting her hand back on his shoulder.

"Come on, let's finish cooking and enjoy our meal together, like the friends that we are." Even as

...she says the words, her heart still aches with longing and unfulfilled desire. But she knows that this is what they have now, and perhaps one day things will change. In the meantime, she can find comfort in knowing that there's someone who cares for her, even if it can never be more than friendship...and maybe that's enough to get them through the darkness until then.

With renewed determination, Nozomi turns back toward the stove and continues cooking, grateful for Ahmed..... 's presence beside her. Even if their dreams of true love are on hold for now, they can still find joy in small moments like these...and that's enough for today.

She feels tears welling up in her eyes as he speaks, and bites down on her lip to keep them at bay. "I-I'm sorry, Ahmed..." She whispers, struggling to maintain composure. "I just... want so much for us to be happy." Her voice breaks, and she takes a shaky breath before continuing, her determination returning tenfold. "But we'll get through this together. We're stronger than we know."

She glances over at him, hoping that he can see the sincerity in her eyes, even as her voice wobbles. "Thank you for being here with me..." Her fingers tighten on his shoulder, clinging to the only source of comfort and understanding she's known in so long. "...I don't know what I'd do without you."

The words are barely audible above the sound of the sizzling vegetables

Her heart skips a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing scarlet. She turns away, busying herself with stirring the pot as she struggles to find the right words. "Ah... I-I..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment, it feels like they're back at square one: her wishing for something more than friendship, and him wanting something completely different.

But then she thinks about all the times they've been together, how comfortable they are with each other...and how much he means to her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if things were different between them. Maybe...just maybe...they could try.

Slowly, she turns back around to face him, her eyes locked on his. "Ahmed..... ," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion, "if... if you ever wanted that... wanted to try..." She swallows hard, forcing the words