Beyond Words

25. My Man

Author POV

She doesn't know how her words affected him, they felt sour, like lemon. 
"He was my senior, now he has his own company", the enthusiasm in her voice felt like acid. She continued blabbering but he was stuck feeling jealous. It was burning him like wildfire, he was feeling this after so long, it feels so new to him.

"Vishu, you here?", she said in a slow voice with a smooth kiss on the crook of my neck and nuzzling more into my warmth. The sense of having her in his arms, with their bodies touching each other without any barrier felt so sorcerous for him. 
"Yeah, I am", he removed the hair from her forehead and let his lips linger on her template. 

"So, shall I invite him this Sunday?", no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he agreed nonetheless because he could not say no to her, that is the effect she had on him. 
"Come let's get you on bed, so you can rest", He made her wear the t-shirt and picked her up in the same position with legs wrapped around his waist. She slid to sleep the moment her back touched the bed. She could sleep anywhere anytime if she had him with her, that is how she trusts him and he earned it. 

But sleep seems to be found nowhere for him. So he just sat beside her, watching as she closed her eyes and slept like a little baby. A small smile formed on her face while he was careassing her hair and his thoughts drifted to her dreams, 

What is she dreaming about?

her company,
her family,
her childhood.
her future,
does she still think about her ex?
does she cry?
does she still care for him?

Will it affect me if she still thinks about him, if she still cares about him?
Why did I feel so jealous just because I heard about a boy?
Am I the only one feeling all this?
Does she also feel jealous when I talk to other girls?
Does she feel like burning the person just because she flirt with me? Like felt.

With all the unsettling thoughts running in his brain, he also fell into the depth of slumber.

                                                                                 -×-

The rays of the morning felt so warm and welcoming just like a nature's hug along with the sufi music of birds made Adaa stir in sleep. A smile formed on her lips the moment she saw him, he looked cute, with his morning hair, and skin glowing from the warm light, like a baby sleeping in his mother's arms feeling safer than ever. 

The brains reminisced yesterday's memories making her blush at the actions they did in the dark night and how he brought her to bed after everything. But her brain stuck at a point where she felt his body stiffen when she mentioned Virkam's name. No matter how hard her brain tries to tell her to ignore her heart just couldn't get off the question "Is he jealous", she hates it, but it gives hope. And she knows how far hope can destroy one's life.

But now she decided to enjoy the present that she would spend with him. A tight grip on her waist and sudden pull towards the person on the made jerk her up from her thoughts.
"Caught redhanded madam", She couldn't speak, she was lost in his eyes, they were shining bright looking directly into her soul, his voice was so husky, weakening her knees, his smell intoxicated her brain, his touch giving warmth to the same time sending shivers to her spine. 

She felt something not between her legs, she was not turned on for sure, but in her heart that was just beating so loud and fast falling for him. This was something she never felt, not with her ex too, there has always been pain, but never did that pain feel so good, never did that feeling give her peace. 

"don't look at me like that", he said chuckling. 
"Like what?" she asked still in a daze.
Like I am your moon, your love, he wanted to say. but instead
"Nothing", he kissed her forehead and muttered a good morning before moving to shower.