Hafiza: The Protector

CHAPTER 8

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𝙱𝙷𝙰𝚈𝚁𝙸
𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑷, 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓.

𝙴𝙺 𝙱𝙷𝙰𝚈𝚁𝙸 𝙳𝙸𝚈𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝚄𝙼 𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙰
𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌.

A very beautiful word, can be used and implemented whenever you have an argument with someone.😂😂

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KEIRA KAI

Cold. Its cold.

I woke up to light drizzling of rain early in the morning, a comforter cocooning me within providing solace in this harsh winter weather.

I felt like I was deprived of water for eons which caused me to cough out loudly, a hand wrapped around my body and the other near my mouth holding a glass with a straw in it, I immediately drank whatever was in there causing me to fall in another fit of cough as I choked on it, I felt gentle pattings on my back and low voice from beside me.

"Drink slowly, the water isn't going anywhere neither are you."

I glanced at my side but he wasn't looking at me instead his focus was on my lips as he gently pushed the straw to my mouth again and I was again mesmerised by his beauty.

His eyes travelled from my lips to my eyes so slow and precise that his lashes fluttered femininely with each movement. His hand tightened on my waist as I unconsciously bite on the straw and a scene which I thought was only possible in cheesy movies came to life, water dribbled down my chin and his darkened eyes trailed each one of it but neither of us moved, it felt like I forgot to breath being so close to him.

As if struck by reality he pulled back blinking his eyes from the haze of desire clouding his features, his grip on my waist losing when he realized our position and moved back just until he held the glass of water at a safe respectful distance.

"Slowly," He spoke softly his voice just above a whisper, like a cold breeze.

I gently slipped my hands over his warm fingers as I took hold of the cup and drank ignoring the look in his eyes and the crimson tint on the top of his ears.

Cute.

I leaned my head back as I breathed in the smell of wet mud and rain mist. I was wearing a light cotton fabric which gave way to the cool air of the after rain.

"How long was I passed out?" I asked.

"A few hours. You passed out just as we climbed the car, apparently someone hadn't had eaten their required meals which caused a shoot in their blood pressure." He said sarcastically making me open my eye and stare at him but he was oblivious to my stares as he squeezed the water from a wet cloth into a bowl of cold water.

His glasses slid down slightly on his sharp nose but he ignored it and continued with this work. Maybe it was his glasses or his shirt or just maybe his physique it's just something about him that makes him appear so mature different yet mature from the first time I had met him. A total contrast. A total beautiful contrast.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously eyeing the water wetting his folded sleeve as he squeezed, the veins of his rugged arms appeared the tighter he twisted the cloth.

"You had a temperature last night it wouldve gotten worse if I hadn't done this." He told me distractedly.

"What are..." My breath hitched when he walked towards me and gently touched my forehead and neck with the back of his hand.