Thariq Ridzuwan sat beside you, quietly holding your hand as you stared at the floor, tears slipping down your cheeks. You had been hurt again, and the pain in your eyes cut through him like a knife.

“I don’t understand why people always say those things about me,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “Maybe they’re right... maybe I’m not enough.”

Thariq gently pulled you into his arms, his heart aching at her words. “Don’t say that,” he said softly, his voice steady. “You are more than enough, treasure. They don’t know you like I do. You are my everything, my treasure.”