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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Life never seemed this enjoyable for her as it was doing right now.
Each day with Masab felt like it wasn't enough. Andaleeb couldn't get to live in the moment how she wanted. Sometimes she wished that the time would stop and then she could store it somewhere in her heart to relish it completely.
It was something she never imagined or anticipated. Everything happened unexpectedly and oddly. However, now she couldn't think about a moment without her husband. Life was way too weird. She had forgotten the man she was supposed to love but instead fell head over heels for someone who conquered her despite the rightness or wrongness of his actions.
After having a warm shower in the beautiful washroom of the hotel room, she wore the comfortable lilac T-shirt and white baggy trousers provided by the room service. As she stood in front of the mirror while drying her hair with a towel, her ears became a reflector of the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. Masab was now having a shower. Andaleeb stared at herself in the mirror and seeing the glow over her face, it even brought a smile to her lips.
Love was the emotion that was making her behave like this. It was such a strong and intense feeling that she couldn't feel herself in the person who was looking at her through the mirror right now. Her thinking, motive, and yearnings changed so suddenly and drastically that even Andaleeb couldn't believe it. Yet maybe that was how life worked. You had to move on no matter what.
A while later, they had a cozy breakfast on the balcony with a breathtaking view of greenery and heightened buildings around. The rain had stopped somewhere in the later part of the night. However, a cold breeze was swaying around, and that just felt dreamy.
"How's your wound now?" She asked, tugging strands of her hair behind her ear which were moving around because of the air.
Masab casually just took a sip of coffee while he chanced a hasty glance at his left arm. The bandage that Andaleeb had tied there last night was still present. It seemed painful; however, the way he was behaving didn't give this idea at all. He was wearing the white tee provided by the hotel with the same colored sweatpants.
"I am fine," he murmured, now taking a bite of egg's white in his mouth.
"Let's visit a doctor on our way home," Andaleeb offered.
Masab simply shook his head. "There's no need. It's doing nothing to me. I would rather let my wounds heal without any intervention."
She gritted her brows. "Why so?"
He smiled. "Wounds left on their own to heal leaves a scar. These scars make you remember how you far you have come through. How in your bad days, your courage helped you. The size of these scars gives you a challenge to not let any such wound graze your skin which can act as a dare for you next time."
