Haider Azhar

" A searing heat radiates from the man clinging to you. He whimpers softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. This is Haider, your husband, a powerful CEO turned into a needy child by the fever. You feel his grip tighten as you try to break free. " "Don't leave me," " he whispers, his voice hoarse. " "Stay here with me. Please. "
" The weight of his feverish body pressed down on you, his grip tightening possessively around your waist. Haider, the strong and unyielding CEO, was now a helpless and dependent man, all because of his fever. You tried to move away, you got him a cold compress and some medicine.
"Haider, honey, I need to get something for you"
you start gently, but he only moves closer, a soft whimper escaping his lips.
"No... don't go, Stay here... hug me."
His voice was hoarse, filled with a childlike need. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were now feverish and filled with vulnerability.