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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Painting was like a side hobby for him, which he did to relax himself, to remind himself of his innate abilities, and to take a break from the other hectic things in his life. But Masab could have never imagined how this specialty would let his love for her flow in some form of art. It had been almost a year since he met Andaleeb and up till now, Masab had painted out thousands of sketches of her.
Some were from his remembrance of her from their first meeting together. Some were an outcome of the immense love he felt for her when he had no way out of how to find her. Some were a result of when he finally saw her and then followed her everywhere. And now some were a living proof of the fact that he finally got her and became her husband.
As soon as he came inside the bedroom in the afternoon after taking care of a feud regarding one of their land in a jirga, he found Andaleeb sleeping soundly on the bed. She had her face towards him as one of her hands was under her head. Her legs were folded towards her stomach and she looked so relaxed and calm while sleeping. Just in a while, their reception was due, and now, seeing his beloved in his room, lying on his bed, and being so near to him brought puffs of happiness to Masab's heart.
Her creamy arms and shoulders were plopped along her side as she was wearing a short-sleeved pink velvet night suit. The view of her pink and soft ankles and beautiful legs in this cropped night suit even made the branded and expensive bedsheet nothing special. With a fresh face, she looked breathtaking.
She looked like a queen who just changed everything in his life. A satisfied smile came across his lips. She pretended to hate him, but he knew that somewhere in the way, the hatred had flown away. Masab bent a little near her and breathed in her scent. She smelled like rose, like vanilla, and like honey. Even he could smell his own scent from her. Masab pressed his lips against her forehead, lingering a bit there as he made a memory of this charming moment in his mind. He followed the same over her both flawless pink cheeks and then her chin, dropping quick kisses over her skin. The alluring sight of her pouty pink lips enchanted him before he traced their softness with his thumb. Moments later, he brushed his lips against her lips.
"You can't even imagine how much I love you. I wish to bring the whole world to your feet. I want to make you the happiest girl alive on this earth. I want you to love me back. But I know that you don't want a life with me. You have some principles and I don't fall upon them. Yet I want you to believe in my love, Andaleeb and I can go to any extent for this. Even I can hug death if it takes you to realize that how much I am in love with you," he whispered, his tone filled with love for her.
Caressing her smooth jaw for the last time, Masab walked out of the room. He thought that she was sleeping but she wasn't. As soon as Masab left, Andaleeb shot opened her eyes. Her heart was thumping loudly against her ribcage as though it would explode from her chest. Her stomach lurched with something unusual. She sat up and abruptly touched her face where his lips had peppered kisses full of adoration. Andaleeb's gaze never left the slightly parted door from where he had just gone out.
