Her Helpmate

5. Let me feel you

Fear fluttered in my stomach. I spun my head. There were no traces of Shaurya. "Shaurya!" I shouted again. "Open the door, please!" No response. The image of a White hood man with a white mask came into my brain. I could feel nothing but blind terror.

Is he planning to kill me?

I thought to call Armaan but the clicking voice of the door unlocking ceased my actions. I pulled open the door, jumped out, and stomped directly to him. Unconcerned, I punched his chest with my right fist followed by my left. I continued drumming his chest. "What were you thinking of yourself? How could you lock me and leave?"

Instead of replying, he grabbed my wrists, then tilt his head to look behind. My eyes followed his head's direction. There was a dark cloth spread on the ground which was merely illuminated with a phone's flashlight, placed at the center.

"As tonight is our one month of...," he stopped then smiled, "togetherness. I thought to spend some time with you along with your universe friends." Stars. I tilt my head up and saw the moon is full and bright, the sky is clear with stars twinkling happily. Not only that view even the thought of my bodyguard was beautiful. I eyed him unbelievably, Armaan completely spilled out about my likes and dislikes in front of him.

"Was it necessary for you to scare the shit out of me?"

"I thought to do something different but you didn't want to step inside the mall, so I lied that we will go to Armaan's place. Instead, I wanted to spend some..." he took a pause and continued, "...time with you."

"Surprise. Uff! Couldn't you inform me before stepping out!"

"Actually, I thought to surprise you, Baby Bear!"," he ran his right-hand fingers through his hair and addressed intermittently glancing at him and his surprise, "And. I dunno how to give surprises!" I shook my head and thought to run my hand through his silky hair.  

*****

We lay flat on our backs, staring at the sky. The thing or could say cloth he used as a carpet to lie down was my car's cover. How intelligent of him? You can ask me if his proximity is making me uneasy, nervous, and anxious. Then yes. I didn't expect to sleep beside him, that too within two-hand distance. Uneasy, awkwardness, and distraction were taking their time to act on me, periodically. Eventually, I began feeling distracted as his hand slipped below my head.

"It's okay I am comfortable–" I tried to object but he interrupted me. Yet I felt this gesture of his, so heartwarming.

"Why do you like stars?" I stared at the sky contemplating my childhood memories. After my mama's death, I was heartbroken, maybe that was also less to describe how I felt. I was left alone. Therefore, watching my father's negligence, my mansion's head Chef, and other maids started taking care of me. They dozed some stories related to, dead people turning into stars in my brain every day. It was told to every child, the one who lose their parents. But it did work for me.  I feel contented once I vomit the whole of my daily incidents to the stars. 

"I was told that my mom has turned a star and is leaving among them." I pointed at the sky. "Therefore, particularly on clear sky nights I stare at them and speak as if I am speaking to my Mom" I narrated and then I thought to ask, does he feel the same and find his mom and dad among other stars? "Shaurya-"

"What do you speak?"

"Hmm. Everything...even about you?"

"About me?" He tilted slightly facing me without withdrawing his hand from my behind. I also turned to glance at him. Even in that ill light, I could appreciate the sparkling excitement from his light-grey eyes. He has beautiful eyes, too. I nodded.  "What do you speak about me?" he pried enthusiastically with a soft and pleasant voice.