ENTANGLED AND HEARTS (Her Price For Dreams) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 34 : Behind closed doors 💞💞💞

Maryam's POV

It's been a whirlwind week, and I'm exhausted. Thankfully,Anneanne's visit was a welcome distraction, and she didn't bring  snow with her this time! I've been juggling test prep, as the exam dates are looming closer and making me increasingly anxious. Amidst all this, I've been taking care of Samar, who's taking advantage of  his injury.He wants me to feed him. He even made  me massage his head in front of Anneanne many times- I couldn't refuse him, of course! I like massaging his head.I like touching his hair they are silky It seems like I have hair fetish.Thankfully Samar doesnt know about it that I like touching his hair.

Samar's friends came to visit, and Alina Aunty visits him everyday. Samar is healing. He's finally removed the sling that was holding his arm, and it's a relief to see him recovering well.

I search for Samar in the house, but he's nowhere to be found - not in his room, the living area, or even the balcony.Anneanne went to sleep in her room. It's time for his medication.

I wonder where he is?I think to myself He cant be in his gym in this situation the only place he can be is his study room.

As I enter, I'm met with darkness, except for the glow of the TV screen. Samar sits on the couch, his head resting on the headstand. "Do you like it, love?"I turn my head to the voice,its his mother. she is feeding something to baby Samar and asks how's it."Not good."He replies. Amira Aunty laughs "You don't like it."

I feel embarrassed, realizing I've intruded on a private moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't knock," I say, trying to leave, but Samar stops me. "Come here."His voice husky. I approach the couch, reminding him, "I came to tell you it's time to take your medicine." He replies, "I forgot that.Sit with me" he says while looking at the screen.He looks tired. I sit beside him.

Baby Samar is giving me baby fever.He is a fat baby with great talking skills at such young age.He seems to be only 2 years old.He is responding to his mother constently.His mother is epitome of beauty.She look so cute getting angry cuz Samar is crying I look at him and say " Samar can only be a cranky baby." He smiles but I feel pain in it.I dont see his father in any of the clips.

In one clip,Samar and  his mother lie on grass in a lush lawn,It seems like KINDNESS."Want that thing down." Samar says pointing upwards.
"Moon.You want moon down" Amira aunty repeats.
" sure."Baby samar replies.
"Love.I would get it down for you if I could." She says.I smile as I find him relatable I also wanted moon to come down.
"Baby Samar is a true selenophile." I turn to look at his face. His eyes close and tears running down from the corner of his eyes.I remain silent I feel sad for him.How bad it must feel to live without a mother, I can not even imagine his suffering.I quietly get up to leave,I should not be here in such intimate moment.

As I get up Samar hold my wrist and says " Where are you going?" His voice low.
"I am really sorry I interrupted you.Its not a place for me to be here."
"There is no such place in my life where you cant be .Love."

Love thats what his mother used to call him.

He  pulls me to the couch.I sit beside him. He is still holding my hand.
"My mother recorded this till her death.She must be recording it to watch when I grow older."He is looking up at the ceiling.My heart breaks watching him like this. He tries to portray himself as a cold person but now I know what is behide his tough exterior." I am grateful she recorded it.If I didnt had this I would have forgotten her memories.They might have gotten blurry with the time."

His eyes well up with tears again and I feel my own tears falling.

Samar's POV

As I enter the living area, I find Maryam sitting on the floor, engrossed in the Turkish drama playing on TV. Anneanne usually watches these melodramatic shows.I wonder why Maryam prefer sitting on floor rather on confortable couch.