Be my special one

Trouble Always Follows

We stepped out of the house, Neither of us said a word as we made our way to the car - the anger and tension palpable between us. I moved to get into the passenger seat, but he stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"I don't understand why I always come to help you when you're in trouble," he said in a tone that was more frustration than accusation.

I yanked my arm away from him and stood there, my jaw clenched as I stared at him with barely contained rage. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him how much I had tried, but all that came out was silence as I held my ground.

He just shook his head and stepped away from me, opening the car door without another word. We drove away in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, but the angry atmosphere remained.

The wind tousled my hair as we cruised down the open road. The sun was shining, but suddenly, the car came to an abrupt halt. "Oh no, not now! Why does this always happen to me?" I asked aloud as I glanced at Salar.

He crossed his arms and shot me a withering look. "Well, it's obvious that wherever you go, you always seem to attract some kind of trouble." His words gave me an unexpected jolt and I glared at him, my frustration mounting.

"Well, let's go outside and see what's wrong with the car," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "Sitting here won't solve anything."

We both stood and walked outside, the tension between us thick in the air. Salar stared at the car, an expression of finality crossing his face as he finally diagnosed the problem.

"The engine is broken," Salar said matter-of-factly. "It won't be able to move forward." I couldn't contain the shock flooding my face.

I was shocked at this sudden turn of events. "Is it such a weird car? It just went out for a short drive, and it's already broken down."

A sly smirk spread across Salar's face. "Oh madam, it's an Audi A5," he said with a hint of amusement. "And besides, nothing good can happen when I'm with you."

I rolled my eyes in frustration. "What's the point of this luxury car that can't even drive properly?" I asked angrily. I looked to Salar, waiting for an answer. "Anyway, now tell me how we're going to get to the resort. Everyone must be waiting there."

Salar's smirk faded and he sighed. "We'll have to take a cab," he said, the disappointment evident in his voice. I nodded, and we both stood there in the middle of the road, facing each other, neither of us willing to budge. I could see the frustration in his face, and it only made me angrier.

"Look," I said, crossing my arms. "You want a lift, get it yourself. I'm not doing all the work here."

"You think I'm not trying?" He snapped. "I've been standing here for hours and nothing!"

"Maybe that's because you don't look too friendly," I countered. "Who's going to want to stop for you with that face?"

"And what's wrong with my face?" he said, his voice rising. "You think you can do better? Fine, you try it!"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I will." I stepped out into the road and waved my hands, trying to catch the attention of the passing cars. After a few minutes, my efforts paid off and a car pulled over. I couldn't help but feel a little satisfied with myself, a smug grin crossing my face as I looked at Salar.

"See," I said. "It's not that hard." He said nothing, but I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

We walked up to the car to find an elderly couple sitting inside, and a middle-aged woman poking her head out of the window. "Who are you two, and why are you alone in this place?" she asked, her eyes full of suspicion. I knew they wouldn't give us a lift.

Salar was about to answer, but before he could, I quickly interjected, "He is my husband." Salar glared at me, his eyes full of anger. He was about to protest, but the couple in the car had already started the engine. We had no choice but to get in the car.

Salar was still fuming as we stepped into the car. "Why did you lie?" he demanded.

I sighed, looking at him. "They were obviously not going to give us a lift if they knew the truth," I said. "It was the only way. We needed the lift and they were our only hope. I was just trying to help."

Salar shook his head in disagreement and looked out of the window. He didn't seem convinced, but he didn't say anything else.

The car was silent for a few minutes, before Salar suddenly spoke up. "We should have just walked," he said. I sighed softly and shook my head. "We would have been walking for hours before we found someone who was willing to give us a lift. It was the only option we had." Salar didn't say anything, but I could see the frustration in his eyes.

We drove in silence for a few minutes until the elderly woman's voice broke the silence. "By the way, you two make a great couple. It seems like your husband loves you a lot, the way he looks at you," she said.

My heart raced at her words and I felt my cheeks flush. I quickly looked away, not wanting to meet Salar's gaze, yet I could feel his eyes on me.

The car was filled with an awkward silence, until finally we arrived at our destination. Salar and I thanked the couple, and we stepped out of the car, smiling to one another. "Well, at least we got here," I said to Salar. His lips curved into a small smile as he replied, "Yeah, we did." I couldn't help but feel a little warmth in my chest as I looked at him,

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