A Queen's Touch & Some Glitter

اکیسواں باب - Chapter 21

اکیسواں باب — Chapter 21

THE KING'S CONFERENCE

THE THIN COTTON CURTAINS SWAYED WITH THE HOT AIR. The large glass less windows, surrounded on both sides with limestone statues and pillars. Delicately handcrafted trims with wide sills. White curtains hung from the tops of the large room. The floors and walls were made of yellow sandstone. A large white oakwood bed placed in the centre of the room. One wall was wholly glass, and gave a view of the ensuite. Other than the large windows, that lead to the private pool, overlooking the city of Alexanderia, there were white oak nightstands and a large LED on the large tv trolley that hid half of the glass wall. An array of floor cushions, covered in handstichted cotton and mirror covers were laid out over a thin straw mat. A touch to remind of the days of glory gone by. The room was situated in one of the most renowned hotels in Alexanderia and its interior and ambiance was reason enough to understand why that was the case.

The March weather in Egypt, was a contrast to that of Pakistan. Rather than the cold winds that blew in from Siberia, Egypt enjoyed the warmth and sunshine during such months. Its roads baked under the light of the large star and warm winds blew through the large, wide leaves of the palm trees that were plentiful in the region. The city of Alexanderia, a port city in Egypt, enjoyed a wonderful position. There was plenty of vegetation but as you moved further towards the outskirts of the large city, the iconic sand dunes became visible. The city, was a gem in Egypt. While on the large, tourists visited Cairo and Gaza, this city was left unexplored. But it was a land famous for the great historical importance it held. For the secrets that went to ruins hundreds of years ago.

After the long flight, Lyana felt her bones had turned into mush. Nuzzling herself deeper into the cotton sheets, hair spread out onto the pillow case, she sighed. Closing her eyes, breathing in the warm moist air of the city. Enjoying the relief of the warm air touching her bare arms, the heat escaping into the large, airy room. Her white flannel was thrown on the floor cushions, carelessly. Revealing a cropped black tank top with no sleeves. High waisted black jeans on her toned legs.

"Do you want water Lya?" Alamgeer took a seat on the bed.
His hands brushing her ink black hair away from her face, pushing them behind her ear, he bent down to kiss the side of her cheeks and eyes.
"Please!" Lyana sighed.
Turning and sitting up to face Alamgeer. Taking off her black shades, she kept them to one side, smiling at him as the bottle of cold water rested against her full lips.

"Thank you," she kissed the tip of his nose.
The cold water that remained on her lips, touched his nose. Alamgeer pinched her nose in return, sliding his arm around her waist, pulling her to his lap. Lyana wound her arms around his neck, switching position until her legs rested on either side of him. Leaning down to kiss him softly.

Alamgeer smiled into the kiss. Their lips colliding and brushing. Warm tounges exchanged words that could never be spoken. The soft yet hard pushes against each other's mouths turned their lips swollen and red. Letting go of her, Alamgeer pushed his head away. Using his hand to brush away strands of hair that covered her sweaty face. Pecking her lips once, twice and then a total of three times, he pulled away. The pads of his thumb rubbing her blushing cheeks.

"So jao mera bacha". [Sleep my child.] Alamgeer cooed.
Placing her on the bed, he lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. Laying soft kisses against the top of her head, he brushed his fingers in a gentle, slow caress against her bare navel. A smile on both of their faces as they fell into a light sleep. The sunlight streaming on their bodies, dimming with each passing minute.

The warm winds turned colder as the cloudless sky turned a bright blue. The vastness of the blue canvas, adorned with a centre jewel, the moon. Sprinkling of stars dusted around. Down in the dusty streets, sand blew into the eyes of the people. Cars whooshing by on the most busy street of the city. On the other side, the window that overlooked the dock, streamed with white lights by the large lighthouse. Ships docking for the day as workers left to their homes. The clock striking eight in the evening.