Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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The white curtains were camouflaging the effects of sheer sunlight which was poking at the slits of the window. The air conditioner was pouring sweet and cold air into the whole area. The room was big with a white and grey pattern interior and an intricate design over the roof. The walls were tiled and high. There was a separate hallway over the left, which led to the washroom and en suite. Another path walked over to the terrace, which showed the beautiful view of a pink-colored bench and table with fresh greenery and flowers.
Masab was sitting in the armchair with a cup of hot and delicious tea in his hand, which he was sipping from time to time. His mind was rapidly processing something, and when it brought a familiar face in front of the cover of his eyes, a heartwarming and possessive smile came across his lips.
That silhouette almost drugged and mesmerized him. The enchantment of that beautiful and lovely face left him completely devoted to just that imagination. His clear ingenuity was what directed him to drizzle his emotions on the canvas. The elaborative way of memorizing and remembering her every feature and then drawing over those blank pages of his heart.
Suddenly the white papers placed over the table ahead of him fluttered rapidly by a swift waft of air. A few of many dell over the ground. Masab was quick to gather them, and once they were in his hand, all his eyes did was stare at them without any pause. A serenity occupied his heart as he slowly ran his fingers over his self-made drawings of her. Once again his lips spread in a smile satisfactorily. He inwardly praised his intuition for being so apt in memorizing her features because she looked the same as what his heart sketched her.
"Andaleeb, you are mine now. None can stop you from becoming mine now," he murmured in a husky voice, his finger outlining her beautiful green eyes. Like an emerald. Like a beautiful piece of art. She was just perfection.
He was still in his thoughts when his door knocked. He mumbled a come-in, and seeing who was in front of him caused him to raise a brow in suspicion. He was a man, probably in his mid-fifties, bald but with a long beard and a bit bulky with muscles, he had a short height. Rahim Baksh was Masab's worker here. A very reliable man whom he chose very carefully for this duty.
"Everything fine?" He asked, straightening himself.
"Saab, she is awake," Rahim told him, sounding distressed.
Masab stood up from the armchair and headed out of his room. It revealed a vast foyer which had many rooms on both sides. He headed towards the cornermost room on the left. Dragging its brown wooden door, he entered inside.
This room, too, was similar to his own. Having the same interior, it quickly showed a tinge of white sunlight over his face. The first thing his eyes saw was a shadowy figure lying on the bed. Unlike what Rahim said, she wasn't awake. She seemed passed out by the way her head was drawn to the other side of the bed. She was still in a bridal dress with her bridal heavy dupatta covering her body. Her hair was a mess right now, but still, she went straight inside his heart.
