ＡＦＳＡＮＡＹ- collection of one-shots

SMITTEN FOR HER

Wearing a shimmery ankle-length dress, sitting on her couch she was patiently waiting for her husband to arrive. As they had a date tonight. It was past eight-thirty, He'll be here in a few minutes. She thought.

But the clock slowly turned nine-thirty, and then ten, and she knew what all this meant. Clicking her tongue, she stood up from the comfortable sofa and headed towards her bedroom. Stripping the beautiful dress off her body, she entered the attached bathroom. Letting the cold water soothe her nerves, smudging her makeup all the way along, but she care less. The hot stream of her tears also joined with the running water. Sobbing silently, she clutched her mouth, letting more tears escape.

Why was she crying now? Even she didn't know. He must be busy with some work, maybe he forgot to inform her, or maybe his phone is out of his reach at the moment. She kept reminding herself, trying her best to be mature. But nonetheless, her tears kept flowing down. She was sensitive. Sensitive for love. He was the only person who made her feel loved, made her feel heard, and acknowledged her. But the only person who made her feel so much was not with her. Not like she was a kid who wanted her mother all day with her, but when he himself made her so addicted to his presence she couldn't help but crave for more.

They both were busy and couldn't able to give each other the time, the warmth they both craved. She was upset with their hectic schedule, noticing everything that bothers his wife, he made a plan for this date, which was supposedly meant to happen today, but he didn't show up.

Calming herself down a little, she turned the shower off. Wrapping the robe around her petite figure she made her way towards the bedroom and then to the living room again. Switching on the television, she busied herself binge-watching her favorite shows.

Her eyes heaving up with sleep, and soon she entered her slumber.

The door clicked open, he entered the house with tired steps, guilt rushing in his body as he knew that he missed their date. He knew how much necessary this date was, as the distance between both of them just kept on increasing. Although they were together under one roof, but sometimes it's not about the physical closeness, It's more than that. And surely it was not like they had fought or something, but there was this distance between their hearts.

Sometimes it happens, no matter how strong our relationship is, we have to keep on putting in efforts to make it stronger. It's like growing a plant the more you add water to it, the stronger it will become, and the moment you stop adding water, value, and effort to it, it will not only stop becoming stronger, but rather weaken drastically. The base of any relationship is communication, the moment you lack it, so many issues that you never knew existed in your relationship, will start to bother you.

With slow steps, he entered the living area, loud noises from the television could be heard, and there she was, still in her bathrobe, sleeping so soundly on the couch. Making his way toward her, he stood in front of her, she still dozing off.

Kneeling beside her, he stroked some of her hair strands, tucking them behind her ear, which happened to disturb her sleep and block his view. She stirred her eyebrows a little, getting back from her dreamland.

"I'm sorry." He said as soon as he saw her lifting her lashes.

She just blinked her lashes a few times before nodding at him, getting up from the couch, she made her way toward the bedroom. But he stopped her steps by holding her wrist.

"You had dinner?" He asked out of concern, as food is the first thing she leaves when she is mad.

"We supposedly were having a date tonight, so I didn't prepare anything to eat." She replied without turning to him.