Burn the truth (ENG)

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"Imran."  I squatted on his side of the bed and gently rubbed his arm.

When he didn't respond, I leaned more towards him.  "Imran."

A sigh left my mouth as I stood up again.  "Imran!"  I screamed loudly and he fell off the bed in terror.

I giggled into my hand and helped him to his feet.

His eyes looked at me sleepily as he sat down on the bed.  "What is going on?"

"We were supposed to walk around today. The week is almost over."

He pouted his lip and tugged at my arm.  I fell in surprise with a thud on the bed.  Imran seized his chance and clutched me under his arms.

A grin formed around his lips as he looked at me from above.  "Now I have you."

I rolled my eyes and pushed Imran's arms away.  He fell on the bed next to me.  "Come on, Imran."  I crawled out of the bed and stood with my hands against my hips.  "You promised!"

He let out a deep sigh and stood up.  The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he muttered in my ear, "Just because you say so."

I smiled enthusiastically and started to make the bed.

Imran pressed his lips against my cheek and walked into the bathroom.  I chuckled happily.

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I grabbed my bag and led Imran out of the room and down the hall as soon as Imran was ready to leave.

We discussed where we wanted to go on the way down and decided to go to Big Ben first to see Shakespeare's globe and Tower Bridge.

An hour later I looked up in awe at the buildings around me and every two seconds I tugged on the sleeve of Imran's coat and pointed to something.

I heard him chuckle softly, but my enthusiasm didn't stop.

"Do you want me to take a picture of you?"  asked Imran to my surprise.

I looked at him surprised.  "What?"

"Well, you look like a kid at Christmas. Don't you want a picture?"

"Oh, no. It's all right," I say, shaking my head and turning around again.

A frown formed between his eyebrows.  "Why?"

"I don't like taking pictures alone. I feel too uncomfortable," I admitted honestly, looking in the shop window we passed.

"Don't you have a picture of you alone? No selfies?"

I shook my head.

My eyes scanned the jewelry by the window and I leaned forward a little to get a better look at the bracelet that had caught my attention.

It looked delicate, with a fine silver chain and a nice simple crown as the charm threaded through the chain.

"Let's take a picture together."

"Are you sure?"  I asked half distracted when I saw matching earrings.

Imran didn't like taking pictures.  That was known at our engagement party, when Samira hammered to take a picture of us.  Imran refused despite Samira's nagging.

"Yes."  Imran took out his phone and looked around before approaching an old lady and handing it to her.

"Come."  His eyes twinkled when he called to me.  I ran to him enthusiastically.

After taking some pictures, we decided to have a drink.  We went back to Trafalgar Square and found a cafe on top of one of the buildings so we could look out over London.