𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧

27 |Revenge|

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎V:

A few days had passed after the wedding, Ashar and Mirha living the life of what they had always dreamed to have, like a story written in a book, a poem adored by a poet or a song every bard would sing, a fairytale was the right word to define it. But there were things left unfinished, things that weighed as a burden on Ashar's mind.

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I laid upon my bed, my neck and my back positioned in a crooked manner, my eyes fixated on my phone. The golden rays of the morning sunshine slipped through the gap of the curtains, hitting directly upon Mirha's eyes which started to agitate a little in her sleep. Looking upon her I placed my right hand directly resting above her eyes, the palm of my hand feeling her pupils move underneath the skin of her eyelids.

As i focus my vision upon my phone, trying to ignore the ethereal feeling of just touching Mirha, I started to feel my hand lift by the fragile slender of her fingers and being pecked by a pair of soft moist lips, imploring a sensation of cool dampness upon my palm and an electric spark that flew across my body.

Mirha felt the shudder of my hand due to the sensation of the kiss and she placed her head to rest upon my chest, slightly tilted towards her left to face down my abdomen. Her hair spreading far and wide upon my body touching and tickling the brim of my neck. The soft whistle of her breath glided across my belly as she breathed in unision to mine.

"I can hear your heart" she said, "its faster than I expected it to be."

I responded, "its because right now it feels so near to you".

I saw Mirha's face flush red as she turned her head towards my face this time. "Why so fixated on your phone this early in the morning".

I replied, "Well, so you see, I recently saw this girl at the wedding and she looked so gorgeous i just cant stop looking at her".

Mirha's face pouted as she sulked and snatched my phone to see who it is only to blush again after seeing her own pictures being scrolled in my phones gallery.

She scrolled through my gallery to find my pictures and stared at it for long periods of time before my phone started to ring displaying "Office 3" on the phone.

"Why do they have to bother you on the weekend?" Mirha pouted as I gave her head pats while taking the phone from her. She closed her eyes and smiled like a little kitten that awaited it's masters show of affection for quite a long time.

"Can i take this call outside?", I exclaimed knowing this call wasn't meant to be overheard by Mirha for her own good, it was supposed to be a call from his mafia subordinate, his right hand-man, Code 002. Mirha returned an answer to the question with a silent nod and a pleasant smile that spread across her beautiful face like a flower blooming in the spring after awaiting a whole year to show its true beauty, but the only difference between a flower and Mirha was that she was something that never withered. Or that's what I always believed it to be.

She re-adjusted herself back onto her pillow to sleep some more because it was 8 am and still too early to wake up for breakfast. I pulled myself off the bed into my room slippers and continued to head towards my bedroom door, creeping silently so my sleeping beauty wouldn't have to get disturbed by the occurence.

I called back on the same number to hear 002 on the other side of it, "We have solid intel regarding Yasir shiekh and his whereabouts according to his daily routine schedule. We also have tracked down his security team routes and positions."