𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟔

ARZO

Okay, so, I may have forgotten that Faizan is a billionaire.

Because when we arrive at his private jet, my jaw falls on the ground.

Faizan said we were leaving the first day of winter break so I had to rush and pack everything.

I don't know how he packed so quickly, I bet he packed only a few things. I have more luggage than him.

Not fair.

Faizan tells me to take a seat anywhere I want and my eyes roam the huge space. My feet finally realize that they can move and I make my way towards the seat by the window.

Faizan sits beside me, his laptop placed on the table in front of us. While he opens his laptop, I look out the window.

We haven't taken off yet. The runway is empty, the only plane here is Faizan's.

"Can I get you anything?"

My head snaps towards the female voice to find a flight attendant with an easy smile directed towards me.

I open my mouth to answer, then realize I'm a mute so I turn to Faizan to find him already looking at me, waiting for my answer.

"Water is fine, for now." I sign

"Two glasses of water, thank you." Faizan tells her, she nods then disappears behind the curtain somewhere.

"Are you okay, amar?"

I look at him and nod, "The turn of events is shocking."

"How?"

"Well, I was expecting a plane full of people. Not a private jet with only us."

"Is it not okay? Are you uncomfortable?"

I quickly shake my head at his concerned voice.

"It's okay if you are. I'll book tickets, get us into business class on a plane with people, if that's what you want-"

I shake my head and hold his hand. I give him a smile then sign, "calm down. This is great. Much better." I kiss his cheeks, "As long as you're in the same place as me, I feel safe."

He shows a hint of his smile, interlocking his fingers with mine and places a kiss on my forehead. My smile widens and I rest my head on his shoulder.

The flight attendant returns with our water and we thank her. After she leaves, the pilot announces that we're about to take off and instructs us to put on our seat belts.

When we're secured, the plane starts to move and my hand automatically squeezes Faizan's as I stare out the window.

I'm not scared of flights, it's just something I do whenever I'm in some kind of vehicle. When I was young, I used to squeeze api's hand. When I'm alone and driving, my grip on the steering wheel tightens before I start the car.

Faizan has probably noticed this habit of mine but he never complained about it. In fact, whenever I squeeze his hand, his thumb caresses my knuckles, calming all the unwanted nerves.

After staring out the window, at the sky filled with clouds, I pull out my sketchbook and pen while holding Faizan's hand with the other.

I rest my head back on his shoulder and start sketching to pass time.

I've been getting inspiration to draw sketches but haven't painted on the canvas for months. I usually paint, it's more fun and relaxing but I also need the perfect inspiration or else I don't paint at all.

I'm in a painting slump. And it's annoying.

After a while, my eyes start to become droopy and my hand loses balance. I may not have slept properly last night. I was too excited and kept tossing around in bed, I'm surprised he didn't complain, it must've been annoying.

I close my sketchbook, placing the pen away and rub my eyes.

"Sleepy?"

I nod at Faizan's voice.

"There's a sleeping quarter behind that door, you can sleep there."

I sit up and look at him, "you have a sleeping quarter on this jet?"

"This jet has one. It wasn't on the previous plane."

He wh-

"What previous plane?"

"The other plane. I bought a new one which had sleeping quarters so you could rest properly during the flight."

I stare at him for a moment then sign, "you're full of surprises, Faizan Malik."

"Good or bad?"

"Good."

"Then I'm alright with it."

I smile. I get up from my seat, kiss his cheek and make my way towards the door behind us.

I walk through the door into the bedroom and find a master bed placed against the wall, a TV mounted across from it, and a small table in the corner.

I take off my hijab and place it aside on the table before I get inside the duvet to rest.

The door opens again, revealing Faizan. He walks in, closing the door behind and gets in the duvet with me.

We don't say anything as we lay down facing each other. I lift my hand and gently run my fingers through his soft hair. His eyes close, eyelashes resting on his cheekbones and he releases a soft breath.

The best thing about being with Faizan is we can sit in silence for hours and not feel awkward or be bored. We never have to fill that silence because it becomes comfortable.

My fingers move from his hair to tracing his cheekbones as his breath steadies indicating that he's falling asleep.

I remove my hand from his face and rest my head on his chest, moving closer to him. His arm sneaks around my waist bringing warmth with it. My eyes close and I fall asleep to the sound of the beating of his heart in my ear.