Realm of Love [Short Love Stories]

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓘𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓜𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮

Time. Zubab gave him the time he wanted. She really needed to be with him this time but she knew he needed some time to settle himself with whatever was happening. She didn't go to their room. Instead she went to a vacant guest room on the floor and tried sleeping there.

As she tossed in her bed, all her mind was occupied with him. What would he be doing? Had he slept? Asfandyaar lost his mother, the one who looked after him, he had no one besides him except her.

She stood up and walked out. She was growing restless every minute staying away from him. He meant everything to her. She stood in front of the door for a good five minutes. She finally opened the door and walked in. A lamp beside their bed was switched on except the darkness that dipped in the room.

He was there, sitting beside the table. His head on his knees. Maybe crying or maybe sleeping. She sat beside him and put her head on his shoulder. He sat up and held her hand slowly. She noticed how he was not crying anymore nor was he saying anything.

He was playing with her fingers. Holding them ever on so tight as if that's the last thing he ever wanted to hold. She knew it all. The comfort while he just held her hand. It was evident. He didn't want her to go anywhere else nor did he want her to feel pressured by his existence in her life.

He was aware she would come. She was aware he needed her. That's love.

"You will not leave or betray me, right?"

He sounded like a kid. A scared kid afraid to go to school because of the strict teachers or selfish friends. He folded his legs, turning a little towards her still holding her hand.

"You are all I have, Zubab."

She held both of his hands tighter. Her eyes on him entirely as he was the only person in the world who mattered to her more than anyone at the moment. "I won't. I am here. Always with you."

He gave her a smile before she wrapped his arms around him. "I am with you," she says again, stroking the back of his head. He held her lightly. He pulled apart and kissed the top of her head where he always does, where the scar was imprinted. "I can't believe I fired you because of her. It hurts so much."

He always made sure he made her feel comfortable, loved and cared for. He was the gentleman she wanted. He pulled apart and slept in her lap. She strokes his soft, fluffy hair while he looks at her.

"Mom used to play a lot of games with me when she was alive. She was a UNO champion. She knew she would win but everytime she realised that I was losing, she would make sure I was winning. She just wanted to see me happy."

She listens to him.

"At first, I was tired of winning and thought I was a champion who could never lose. My royal standards were strikingly high. Then when I started practicing with my friends and others, I knocked back to reality. I was losing each time and asked Mom to play honestly. She did. And then everytime I lost."

There was moistness forming in the corner of her eyes. His loneliness was the deepest for her.

"Losing each match against her slowly I never realised how I lost her completely."

"She was the happiest because of you, Asfand. You made her happy. You were the only one reason that kept her lively." Zubab said. "You look like Mom sent you from heaven."

She smiles. There's a comfortable bond between them. It's invisible, spontaneous and charming. "She was beautiful like you."

"She is beautiful and will always be. She is with you, Asfand. She has always been with you."