Wassal's POV:
The night was so pacifying that I even forgot my morning walk and was already late for office. I wanted to get a day off and spend some quality time with her but the meeting was important, so I had to leave.
I was closing my cuffs when I saw her brushing her hair. Small droplets of water were falling down from the edges of her hair. They were still wet as she didn't use a hair dryer. Some droplets were also on her face. She was slowly brushing them lost in her thoughts, when I approached her and took the brush from her. "Let me, " I said.
Her expression had now changed from lost to shy, her ear lobes were getting red, her eyes were cast down but I could see the tension in them.
I slowly ran the comb through her beautiful hair watching her face turning even more red. I smiled at how she turned red on my small gestures. I love it when I make her blush.
After a while, I placed the brush on the dressing and turned her to my side. She looked exquisite, cheeks red, small droplets of water covering her face from corners, a light hidden smile on her lips...She was looking like a fresh pink tulip.
"Sweetheart," I said on purpose, and my purpose was accomplished when her eyes went wide and her color turned crimson. Looking at her surprised expression I smiled, in return to which she cast her gaze down.
On this shy gesture, I smiled more and helped her hands. I entwined my fingers with hers and joined my head with hers. "Oh janaan, you will kill me one day like this!" I said out of heart looking straight into her eyes.
Her eyes sparkled and a gentle smile appeared on her face, making the dimple on her cheeks slightly visible.
She took the coat and helped me with it. After settling it, I turned toward her. A smile appeared on her lips, and it made one on my lips too.
I was about to leave when she called me, "Wassal!"
I returned to her. The words were just at the edge of her lips, "Come back soon!" But she didn't say, or maybe I was imagining too much. She just said, "Nothing" shaking her head with a smile. I smiled and shook my head at her timidness.
The feeling of having her in my arms was something else. A feeling I just thought to have, A strange warmth.
She was mine, all mine...
Shinaya's POV:
All day The thing I did was walk her ena there in my own room, I wasn't even able to go to university, I took an off, but for what? just to think about him all day?
What have you done Shinaya? What have you done? An inner voice was continuously screaming.
What? I have done nothing wrong I trust him! he will not betray me! Another voice answered.
He was getting on my nerves, and on my mind too. I don't know how just he entered my orbit. or he pulled me in his? how can it be possible?...
All of what happened was my decision too? but why? how? when did my mind alter like this?? and to this extent? Am I losing my mind?
The way I was hiding in his chest when I woke up. My head was buried in his chest, I was even wearing his shirt!!!
The thought of it only heated up my cheeks. I quickly hid my face in my own hands. I am losing it
? I am losing it!!!!
Just between those insane thoughts, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly fixed my hair and called in.
It was Abeera.
"Hello!" She greeted me warmly.
Mine and her relations were better now. She was quite friendly now. The way she had a rivalry with me in school time, it almost seemed like we were bloody enemies. but now things have improved and she used to talk to me sometimes and every time it was better than the last one. If she was changing then why should I be a bad woman?
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FEAR OF FONDNESS
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