ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 15.

I was in the car, waiting for her in the other lane from her house. I can't risk her safety especially after yesterday's incident.

It has been almost 30 minutes now that I'm waiting for my dear Zouja, to be honest I was never this patient while waiting for someone. I barely used to wait for max 10 minutes.

A few minutes later, my eyes were finally blessed by her magnificent face. The sun rays were making her face glow and her eyes to sparkle like stars.

She looked around her surroundings and was taking cautious steps, her hands were clutched to the strips of her bag and she was walking at a fast pace.

Starting the ignition of my range rover I pressed the accelerator and drove behind her. I pressed the horn and she literally jumped in the air. Crap! Did I scare her?

I was about to stop and roll down the window but froze on my spot. Oh My Lord! She held her abhaya and ran in the direction of Uni without sparring a glance at the back.

The car got filled with my laughs looking at that idiot girl. Did she think I would kidnap her? Oh my Allah! I started driving again and saw her running like her life was in some threat.

I again pressed the horn and to be honest this time to mess with her. Taking out my phone I dialled her number but she didn't receive it as she was saving her life from her own personal stalker.

"Oo biwi." I called her but she wasn't in her senses to listen.

"Amyrah."

I was about to pull up in front of her but she ran in a narrow lane. Taking the other route I started searching for her but she vanished or might've flew away with that barely weight of hers.

Sometimes I really get worried about looking at her. She is so lean that even her cheekbones are prominent. Whenever I hold her wrist I get scared that my little force might break her bones.

She wasn't in my reach, sighing to myself I drove off to the University. Did I really scare her? I didn't think she would be so scared just by listening to a horn sound.

As I parked the car my eyes landed on my panting wife. She was bent a little with her hands on her knees and was trying hard to suck in the air. It didn't feel right, I shouldn't have done that.

Slamming the door shut I walked in her direction but she got startled and looked up at me and within seconds she got calmed but her breathings were heavier.

"Assalam ul alikum." She greeted me in a low voice trying to smile. Trying.

I am aware of her every emotion, I know when she is sad and when she is smiling genuinely. I can easily point out her fake smiles which she is giving me now.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She shook her head and stood straight.

She comes just an inch above my chest, she looks so tiny and so cute and it sometimes makes me feel like I got married to a child. Not only her appearance but even her heart is still of a child.

Small things make her happy and excited, she gets scared easily and it will be a piece of cake to distract and divert her in seconds. She resembles a toddler, trying to figure out new things and getting overexcited about the most casual things.

I wonder how pampered she might be at her house. How caring and loving her parents might be that she doesn't have any idea about the outside world.

Can I be able to love her like her parents?

Will I be able to support and pamper her like them?

"Sunein." Her soft voice rang in my ears breaking the trance of my thoughts. I focused on her and her eyes made my breath hitch. The innocence in her eyes always takes my breath away.