When Fire Meets Ice - Completed.

35. P O S E S S I V E

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I N A Y A

I woke up to the sound of closing of a door and soft rustling of cloth. My eyes opened lazily and I glanced towards the side to find Ahad, spreading a prayer mat on the ground. I smiled as he stood up for the Tahajjud (late-midnight) prayer.

He didn't notice I was awake and began his prayers. I kept on looking at him as he rested his head in prostration. My eyes widened the slightest of it as I heard a muffled sob, a soft cry.

He stayed in sujood for almost five minutes, the room was silent and I could only hear his silent and low, whispered incoherent prayers.

I closed my eyes quickly, feigning sleep as he finished it. I could sense his footsteps coming closer and then I felt a warm blow of air over my face. He sat beside me, supplicated more and blowed it across my face three more times, making me smile involuntarily.

He, then placed a soft kiss on my forehead and I could hear the footsteps walking away. I slowly peeked through one eye and found him walking out of the room, he probably left for masjid.

I smiled and giggled to myself.

I was sure that my cheeks were all red by now... I covered the duvet up till my eyes and smiled more. And then I laughed, recalling how we had been yelling at each other last night, a sudden wave of embarrassment rushed through me, remembering how utterly illogical I had behaved..

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I walked down after a long much needed shower, keeping my hair open to dry. I could hear clinking of vessels from the kitchen and walked in. Ahad was there, looking something in the freezer and I took a moment to admire My Man! His words haven't spared my mind even for a second, they keep on echoing again and again in my head. I hadn't expected in my wildest dreams for him to Love me.. Well! He always does the unexpected.

He was focused on cooking something which looked like a gravy or a soup-hard to distinguish. I filled a glass of water for myself and sat on the counter, sipping it quietly.

"Do you have any allergies with mushrooms?" He asked out of the blue and I shook my head in a 'no', gulping the water.

"Are you cooking mushrooms?" I asked and he hummed.

The kitchen was silent, save for the boiling of the mushroom curry. I sat on the counter quietly, swinging my legs back and forth.

"Is breaking vases one of your hobbies?" I asked as I remembered how he had thrown it last night and earlier too, in the mansion.

"No it's not! They always appear infront of me whenever I'm angry, and become a victim". He chuckled, the voice oddly mesmerizing. I smiled and got down, "Let me help you!" I grinned and decided to make Rotis.