WITH YOU!

7. ENIGMA!

AISHA

I'm sitting in the hospital yet, & it's 3:30 in the morning. The doctor just came & told me he is completely fine, & I'm somehow feeling better.

He has been shifted to his private ward, which of course I paid for!

According to the hospital's policy, they take fees in advance, at least 50% of it. Bloody greedy people!

They don't care if someone's dying or living, just want their own bank balance, be it at the cost of other's life. He doesn't have anybody to pay for him, & he himself is not in the position to, so I paid for his treatment, taking away my whole month's pocket money.:-(

'But he needs it more, right?' asked my subconscious, & I just nodded my head internally. Afterall I was guilty of behaving bitchy with an injured man, that too with two bullet shots.

I was hell worried when the doctor said that he was shot! & also those men with rifles, I thought they'll kill him, it scared me to the levels, I never thought I was capable of...

Those goons however reminded me of our moment, & God, I turned red! I mean I was unable to hold myself together at our close intensity...

His manly sharp perfume paralyzed my senses. How I wish I could stay in senses, but I was loosing control... & his touches were like hell fire to me, like I was burning. I kept on reminding myself that it's just for our safety, but no, my subconscious kept on imagining wild & God, I had no control!

The way he moved his hands in my hair, messing them, & the way he relaxed me, when I got nervous, moving his hand on my back, the way his breathe hit my lips & my neck when he tilted his head, his hand caressing my soft cheeks, my breathe hitched when his hard chest collided my softer one.

Actually fuck those movies, those books, & those friends of mine, who feed such crap in the virgin innocent brain of mine.

'Ya ya, Virgin Queen!', my subconscious mocked. It's like it's my enemy, & not mine anymore!

Huffing, I went to see him. I felt poor for the poor guy when I asked him about him family.

No matter how much he tries to keep his cold mask intact, I can see further, the loneliness in those dark as the night orbs...

They are the darkest black & blank, like cloudy no-moon night. & one can read loneliness written in them...

I would not have left him alone anyhow, but somehow, when he asked me to go, I could read his eyes begging me to not leave him. Maybe because of the vulnerability, imposed by his injured self, but I felt his loneliness clearly, & I felt really bad.

I entered the room, & found him sleeping peacefully in the effect of medications. He was looking so cute & innocent, unlike his usual wolf-like-self with that stupid cold expression, creepy smirk, & that gun to complete the look. I chuckled at that look of his...

I sat on the stool placed near his bed, & looked at him. Height of 6'3 or more, night black hypnotizing magical orbs, thick, long, curled lashes, sharp & thick eyebrows, milky complexion, pointy sharp nose, sharper jaw, which looks the sharpest I've ever seen, with his styled slight stubble, soft pink lips, thick, soft & dark chocolate brown hairs, sculptured body, which is on display, as the doctors removed his dark shirt already. He looks like a Prince...

I'm sure he comes from a well-to-do family if not richy-rich. His looks, his aura, his clothes, even his shoes narrate his richness.

But how did he get these injuries, & what was he doing at such a place, at such a time, that too alone, & that too injured?

Why did, instead for asking for help, he point his pistol on me, & why did he say he is habitual of such injuries?

'& by the way dude, who carries gun openly? & even if they do, who points it out at people openly like he did? & who were those goons who were holding advanced looking rifles all white dressed?' Added my subconscious, & I got more confused.

But do I've any place to ask him even a single question? NO, & even if I ask him, why would he answer a stranger like me.

'& don't forget he is a cold rude bastard babes, & also unpredictable, might insult you, or even shoot you, in the worse case.' added my concerned subconscious, making me gulp hard. I agreed & sighed... I won't take this risk!

My eyes again looked at the handsome hunk lying in front of me. He is a dollar worth view indeed...  Greek God like body, & the most handsome face I've ever seen.

'Add the most cold one as well! & the one you're not going to look at ever again, after this morning.' Somewhere in my brain this echoed, & I sighed. Somehow I felt something between us. Maybe a slight bond...

'Or hunger for this delicious looking body?' My subconscious added grinning, & I just rolled my eyes, diverting from these thoughts.

I came from the party at that hour of night cause I had to submit my annual assignment of Polity. I just hope I may be able to do that, else Professor Singh will eat me up alive.

Ooff!!!! So much to do, for a single poor soul of mine. God, I'm tired!

'Who asked you to hit the dance floor with Isha?' My subconscious scolded, & I agreed, I danced & enjoyed a lot, & then this man, to complete the case. God he has polluted my brain with unanswerable questions, & these looks of his. I'll go crazy, if I don't stop here!

God he is such an ENIGMA! An enigma, I'm loosing my brain for!

'& probably your heart as well!' my subconscious mocked, & I don't know how to shut her up.

These were the last thoughts before I drifted to sleep, God knows when....-----------------------------

The first meet continues. Well this is actually the longest first reading, I myself am reading. What's say guys?

Yours persistent Author,~$D