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Weeks of tense silence passed inside the room they shared. Faris was distant, yet he noticed every detail of Hiba's comfort. One cold rainy evening, as Hiba sat near the window struggling to close the jammed windowpane, Faris walked up behind her. His warmth was immediate as he reached over her shoulder to slide the glass shut, his chest brushing her back. Hiba froze, her breath catching. Faris did not step back immediately. 'The cold wind isn't good for you, Hiba,' he whispered near her ear, his breath warm against her neck.