𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

62.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓴, 𝓪 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘'𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷.-𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾 𝓣𝓪𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓷.

The soft light of dawn entered their room. The faint hum of the air conditioner was the only sound filling the silence. Arsalan and Sofia were lying on their bed in an embrace after offering their morning prayer together. They haven't slept the entire night, not their fault; they just can't seem to get enough of each other. Thus, they decided they would sleep once after they performed their prayers. Before that, Arsalan helped Sofia with changing their bed sheets with fresh ones, and then they both took turns for a bath.

Now, as they lie on the bed in a cuddle with Arsalan's one hand wrapped around her waist while the other runs through her hair softly in a caress, Sofia nuzzles her head to his chest as she feels a soft feeling of contentment take over her.

She never wants to get over this, for this was her absolute happy ending.

Or so she thought.

Because Sofia had no idea what was in store for her. The destiny never played its part of a happy ending quite easily, and in the near future, she was going to come to know about it much harder than she would've expected.

While lying there, Sofia remembered something: "Arsalan?"

"Hmmm," came his sleepy reply.

They were both exhausted, desperately in need of rest before the world began to stir and their day took over. But if Sofia didn't ask him now, she would forget once again—her schedule was about to become even more hectic, with preparations for their couture event in Paris and, in just two weeks, she would have her first-ever international appearance.

"You remember the first time we...um...consummated?" She asked, her voice coming muffled against his chest.

Arsalan's lips pulled into an amused smile "Ah, that night," he said with a teasing tone, "how can I not remember wifey?" He replied, though he is surprised that she brought it up, because knowing Sofia, it would take her quite the courage to speak about their bedtime routine, but nowadays she was becoming exceptionally gutsy with him, so he might just enjoy teasing her a bit, "I remember every detail of that night quite clearly, if you may ask. Every beautifully whispered moan that had my name laced on your sinful lips, every thrust of my hips made you cry in pleasure and the way you—aw!" He stopped when she pushed away from him to slap him on his chest.

"I am being serious here!" he could hear the quiver of embarrassment in her voice, and he could bet that her cheeks were on fire under the darkness of their room.

He chuckled, pulling her close to him again, he asked, "Alright, what about it?" finally sounding a little serious for Sofia's sake.

"I have been meaning to ask you, but it would always slip from my mind," she said, adjusting herself back in his arms, "before we did what we...did. We had a conversation where you mentioned that you had gone through a heartbreak once, and it took you two years to get over it. Is it true? Did you have a heartbreak once?"

Arsalan went rigid against her, his fingers stopped running through her hair as her question came unexpectedly to him.

Sofia pulled her head back to look at him, but she could not quite figure out his expression in the dark. Though the air around them turned quite heavy, like a warning bell. Anything uttered by Arsalan would not sit well with her, and then she hears him sigh, tightening his hold on her. He pulls her even more closer to him.