ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 66.

AMYRAH.

I was trying to focus on the book but these cramps are worsening. Alhamdulillah two of my exams went smoothly and I pray that the rest should be the same. I adjusted the hot bag which Fahmida aunty gave me as per Aaban's instructions.

I have no idea, how he got to know about it. He even got all of my favorite snacks and filled the bed side table. It isn't what I grew up hearing about. Maama made me realise that it isn't a sin to talk about and even said it is a natural thing which shouldn't be made as a big deal.

'When Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala gave us the permission to leave or give up the Fard (obligatory) prayer at this time then who got the right to force us  against it. Amyrah we got so into the cultural system that we forgot the rights which are given to us by our lord. So, never be ashamed of it or try to hide your pain. I'm not saying you should go and announce it in front of others but be casual about it. It's not a disease nor something to be ashamed of.'

The words maama said are fixed in my mind. The other day she saw me crying as I wasn't prepared and was shy to ask her again. She consoled me and asked me why I was so scared talking about it.

I told her about all the things ammi said to me and guess what ammi was wrong the entire time. She then made me understand all about it and took a promise that I should talk to her first if there is anything that's bothering me.

I'm indeed so blessed to have them all in my life. A movement near me made me flinch but I relaxed down looking at the cat cuddling to me. I shook my head and resumed my studies while petting the cat.

I glanced at the clock and sighed. He is late again. It's past 12 and the Mr isn't back home. He just messaged me saying to eat on time and to sleep early as he will be overworking and might get late.

I did neither of it, and as I have my own reasons. First of all I'm not hungry as I literally ate the junk throughout the day with almost 3 glasses of juice and about sleeping I can't get an ounce of sleep without his presence. Until and unless he runs his fingers in my hair and shares about his day I couldn't sleep.

Getting back to myself from his thoughts I indulged myself in studies. A long while later the door opened slowly but as soon as our eyes met he sighed shaking his head with a disapproval look. "Assalam ul alikum." I greeted him with a grin.

"Walikum as salaam. Ab tak soyi kyun nahi?" (Why haven't you slept till now?). He walked inside closing the door behind him and kept his laptop on the couch while taking off his coat and loosening his tie. I kept looking at each and every step of his with the attention.

I don't know why every time I try to concentrate on my studies I end up looking at him or thinking about him. I want to gain his attention and feel his eyes on me. "Amyrah?" He was coming towards me.

"Huh! Jee vo.. Neend nahi aa rahi thi.. Aur padhna bhi hai." (Huh! Yes that.. I wasn't sleepy...and I even had to study a little). He squatted down in front of me and kept the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Tabiyat theek hai?" (Are you fine?). His scent filled my nostrils blessing them with it. The rough yet gentle touch of his hand on my cheek is warming me with it. His deep dark eyes which held so much worry for me wanted me to drown in it. His closeness was erupting the butterflies in my stomach. Those silky soft cotton like hair strands falling on his forehead kept distracting me. How I crave to run my fingers in it and feel those textures.