Irreversible

⚜♚26. Sun & Cloud♚⚜

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Yamna

My alarm went off and I almost wanted to throw my phone against the wall.

We had slept late last night, and then we had gotten up to pray Fajr, so I needed more sleep. But the stomach is annoying, because once it realises that you're awake, it reminds you that it needs food...ASAP! I sat up, sleepily.

I blinked, surprise. Am I dreaming?

Rohaan was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee as he scrolled through his phone. The room was equipped with a kettle and a coffee maker, as well as tea bags, sugar, milk and coffee sachets, so he must have made it there. As I watched, he took a sip of his coffee. 

"I thought I was meant to wake you up." I mumbled, sleepily.

"Seriously, Yamna. Isn't sunshine your nickname?" 

I narrowed my eyes at him. "How are you up so early? It's too suspicious." I got out of bed and putting on the hotel provided slippers, I walked towards the bathroom. 

He just chuckled.

By the time I came back out into the room, he was on the phone with someone, pacing the room. "Ahmed, yaar, aren't you meant to be in the police? How the hell did you have your bicycle stolen?"

I unzipped the overnight bag and tried to decide what to wear. As usual, I had packed more clothes than necessary. 

"You absolute nut." Rohaan continued speaking on the phone. A few seconds later, he ended the call and looked at me. "Ahmed, the twit, got his bicycle stolen. And yes, he's also a detective."

I giggled. "That's ironic." I looked up at him. "What are you wearing today?" 

"The grey shirt and black jeans. They're in the wardrobe." 

I walked over and got the clothes for him.

"Yamna, what are you doing? I can get my things myself." 

"You've protected me, taken care of me, shielded me from harm. It's not degrading for me to do such minor things for you." I smiled at him.

He stepped closer to me, grabbing my wrist. Memories of our heated kisses from last night flashed into my mind, and I blushed. His shirtless state was driving me crazy. Yet, at the same time, I felt proud that only I had the right to see him in such a state.

He pressed his lips against mine once again.

Only I have the right to be kissed by him like this.

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I wore a long yellow skirt with white leafy patterns, along with a white long-sleeved blouse with a white camisole underneath. 

Meanwhile, he wore a soft long-sleeved grey shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves, and his black jeans. 

We made our way down the Brighton Pier, hand-in-hand.

"You asked me about my dreams. What are yours, or what have you always dreamt about or wanted?" I asked. I was glad that I'd braided my hair today because the breeze would have constantly blown my hair into my face.

"Believe it or not, nothing." He replied, his hand gripping mine tightly. "I was actually a little arrogant when I was a teen. I was under the delusion that I was rich, so I could basically pick and chose what I wanted. But I should have known better. My parents would not have let me solely rely on the family wealth."