ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 25.

AMYRAH:

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust my vision. My head hurts and my entire body is aching. The surroundings got clear and I abruptly sat straight.

Where am I? I looked at myself and immediately took my hijab and wrapped it around my head and took my dupatta wrapping it around myself.

My heart started thumping loudly and my breaths were getting heavier. Where am I? I searched for my phone but it wasn't there. I was about to get out of the bed but the door opened and my tensed state calmed completely looking at the person in front of me.

"Uth gayi, theek mehsoos kar rahi ho na?" (You woke up, are you feeling alright?). He asked coming inside with a tray of food in his hands. He kept the tray on the table which was placed in the corner in front of the couch.

He walked towards me and kept his palm on my forehead, checking my temperature. "Come and have something."

"Where are we?" I asked, looking at the surroundings. The room was well furnished and had wood touch finishing. It was beautifully furnished. It felt like I was looking at some magazines.

"In our bedroom." He said casually sitting in front of me but my eyes widened listening to him. Bedroom? Ours?

"We are at your house?" I tried not to yell in shock. "Did your parents know? Ya Allah what will happen now? Abbu will kill me and what about your parents what did they say? They might be thinking how indecent I am and why I am here and why can't I remember anything and this headache."

I kept on ranting getting really panicked. What might they be thinking about me? I heard him chuckling and I snapped my head in complete shock. What is funny about this?

"You are back." He mumbled to himself making me perplexed. "Stop freaking out, your in-laws aren't here. They went for a trip and now give some rest to your overthinking self and come here." He forwarded his hand in my direction and I reluctantly held it.

He grinned, shaking his head. What is wrong with him? "Do you wanna go wash your face or do you want to dig in straight?" He was fondling my knuckles giving me goosebumps all over. I need to be away from him for a while and calm myself down.

"I'll wash my face." I whispered trying not to look at him. Why can't I remember anything? How did I get here in the first place?

"Go ahead." He whispered near my ear and I gasped. I tried looking at him and he was grinning like a Hyena. What is going on in his mind?

Scurrying away from him I entered the washroom and closed the door immediately. I leaned on the door and started taking deep breaths to calm myself down. My heart was ready to fall out of its cage by the force it was thumping with.

My gaze travelled around and it was so beautiful. Yeah I might sound crazy but even his washroom is carved beautifully. Well what can you expect from someone who opted for architecture as a profession. I know it's the work of an interior designer but I can't unsee it.

I unpinned my hijab and washed my face. As I closed my eyes there were few blur images and my head started spinning again.

Did Mir remove my hijab? Why would he do that? It didn't feel right. He is not the one who would do it but no one is there other than him? My heart felt a pang and my body trembled.