Dil Jale

Chapter no 19

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Sleep.

He whispered laying down on the bed and she rested her head on his chest, her head ached from crying. As she slept, he couldn't help but run his hair through the silky strands of her hair, occasionally scratching her scalp. The sigh of contentment that escaped her lips made his heartbeat stop for a moment. He smiled and breathed, the scent from her beautiful hair, a mixture of roses and vanilla wafted into his nose, stirring something deep within him. He patted her head gently, running his hand through her hair. He couldn't help but sigh, feeling the softness of her hair as he gently placed her on the bed. Her hand still clutching his shirt. He smiled and pressed another tender kiss on her hair. He stayed there admiring her, his eyes were a mixture of tenderness and affection as he reached out, his fingers caressing her cheek with a soft touch. He couldn't help but smile brightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as an unknown happiness radiated off him in waves.

He leaned in and whispered, his words a soft caress against the tranquility of the room.

Main tumhein kabhi nahin chorunga

He promised, his voice carrying a promise. The smile never leaving his lips as he leaned in and hurriedly placed a quick kiss on her nose and then layed down on the bed closing his eyes tightly, holding her close, his heart was pounding in his ears and within few minutes, a soft sigh escaped his lips as a wave of sleep washed over him.

Two Hours later!!!

Zaid looked at himself in the mirror. Dressed up in a blue jeans, white shirt and black coat.

Mubashira watched him standing in front of the mirror, his black orbs seemed to appear dark brown in the light of the room. The soft light was highlighting his sharp features. She couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat as her gaze went to his beautiful striking eyes which were deep as an ocean that seemed to take her breath away. They were soft now in the light of their room. He was clad in a crisp white dress shirt. His face carved in perfect lines and angles was too handsome for his own good. Her heart skipped a few beats as she watched him reach out for his perfume bottle, it's silver cap glittering in the light, with a practiced flick of his waist, he sprayed it over himself, a familiar scent, a woody fragrance that Mubashira knew way too well. It was a scent that lingered on his clothes, it was a scent that she had breathed in when they had hugged, it was a scent that wafted into the bedroom whenever he walked in. She closed her eyes, her heart quickening it's pace and she could almost taste the woody fragrance in the air, a scent that was way too familiar to her.

Acha lag raha hoon?

Zaid asked raising an eyebrow, a teasing lilt evident in the depths of his gaze.

Mubashira,s heart skipped a beat and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mirth, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she responded

Haan bahot. Mera shohar humesha acha lagta hai.

Her voice was barely above a whisper but it echoed in the quite room. Zaid smiled feeling his heart warm. The sincarity in her words resonated deep within his soul.

He smiled, a gentle blush coloring his cheeks and turned smiling tenderly at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Ready ho jao tum.

He spoke rather softly.

Per main pehenun kya?

She asked, a hint of curiosity coloring her tone as she met his gaze.

He smiled, a soft smile that seemed to light up the whole room, her heart skipped a beat.

Kuch bhi pehen lo.