ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 38.

AMYRAH.

After keeping me in his embrace for more than 20 minutes he left before telling me to take some rest. I looked at my arm and the gauze was bloody. I still don't know how I cut it this deeper?

I tried hard to avoid it but after that everything is blurry but the good thing is the voices stopped and I can breathe again. I looked at the time and it was around 3:30 am.

The hurt and helplessness in his eyes is haunting me. I trust him more than anyone else maybe more than my own parents but asking someone for help is out of the box for me.

It never happened and I'm clueless on what to say? I don't know how to rely upon someone. I feel like a burden to him. He is the one being there with me, protecting me from the day one we met and on the other hand it's me I haven't done a thing for him instead of being a burden to him.

Everything is still so overwhelming. I don't know what he and Abbu talked about and how I am with him rather than at the house. Even uncle sent us here, was he unhappy? He didn't smile like he used to do whenever we met.

This is so stressful and now I even made Aaban upset. I sat straight on the bed and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I look like a mess and did I gain fat? Averting my gaze from it I did my hair tying it in a pony tail and walked out.

I slowly walked to the end of the corridor and gently knocked on the door. There was no response and I opened the door slowly. He might have slept and I just need to look at him then I'll go back.

I took a step inside but he wasn't there. Walking out and closing the door behind me I searched in the adjacent room. He wasn't there either. Did he go somewhere? In the middle of the night?

Slowly taking a step near the living room my nerves calmed looking at him working on the laptop. He didn't leave me alone. I walked towards him but he didn't look at me. He isn't in a good mood.

He was typing something. Taking slow baby steps towards him I sat on the carpeted floor beside his leg and rested my head on his lap. His fingers froze in the middle then taking a deep breath he started working again.

I closed my eyes getting comfortable. After I don't know how many minutes passed I felt his fingers in my hair and this brought a smile on my face. He can never ignore me. I opened my eyes looking at the screen.

He pulled the band from my hair and started massaging my scalp. I sighed in contentment. It's so relaxing. His touch on my earlobe shivered my body. His fingers were brushing behind my ear, at the side of my neck then back to my scalp. His every touch was fluttering my body.

He tucked my hair and his fingers again touched my ear, shivering me. Is he doing it intentionally? His fingers were moving effortlessly on the keyboard typing something and his left hand was playing with my hair.

"You know when I was born my Nani (maternal grandmother) was so happy. She was the one who named me and called me her princess. Well the thing was she saw a dream before I was born and that I'll be fortunate for my parents."

I started telling him my story from the beginning. I don't know how I will tell everything but let's start it. Let's show him that I trust him and by telling him everything makes him believe me then so be it. He stopped typing and was maybe listening to me.