Memoirs of a Forgotten Love

How do you know me so well

To be honest life sometimes felt a little weird for me... Specially nowadays. There was something that I couldn't still catch on and I had this incomplete feeling. But hey, who said life is supposed to be complete... Must be my overtly philosophical outlook getting the better of me...

I was in my deep thoughts and introspection was slowly veiling my eyes when I snapped back to reality with Fatima thoroughly nudging me. She had left me for a while to tend to Uncle Jahan who always forgot to take his pills on time.
Fatima started chirping away about her Dad's carelessness and complained about how since I left that house everyone's energy had subdued and how they all missed me. Wait what...? Fatima didn't even wait for me to question her about this. She took me by my hand and pulled me away. I didn't know where she was taking me. I was utterly confused... "Fatima, what the hell, why are you pulling me, and where are we going... and what was that stuff you were telling about me in your house and mis...." Without a word she pushed me inside a private room enclosed by the banquet.. The room was dimly lit, and before I could come out, she shut the door and locked me in... I called out "Fatima you little piece of monkey poop, what's wrong with you... why did you loc..." I heard someone chuckle softly and clear his throat as if announcing his presence. Yeah, that was a guy. Wait... what on earth... Why would Fatima lock me up alone with some guy in a dimly lit room...
Without paying attention or caring whose voice it was I tried the doorknob desperately. I was afraid a little. I tapped the door loud. No answer. Finally, I knew what I had to do. Find the switches. My Sherlock instincts kicked in right in time. If Fatima was trying to be a traitor for all the hijab and abayas I owned and get me killed by a secret assassin she was gonna do it on my face. I could barely see the switches and I was inching towards it when I felt someone closing up on me. Not too close but I knew the chuckles-guy was nearing me. And then I was hit with that too familiar perfume... Imran...???
My fingers hit the switch right then. The room brightened up and presented to me, Imran. Someone who had now become a synonym for trouble.
"You used to like dim lights". I looked up at him, straight in the eyes. Confused, yet again.

"What do you mean?"

He came closer now. He had this smile on his lips which was just making me uncomfortable. Why the hell is he smiling at me. And dim lights??? How the heck did he know that... Ya Allah... Will someone, anyone just stop shitting and tell me what's happening. Looking into his eyes for so long was giving me a physically good but morally bad feeling. And also, it was giving me a headache.
I averted my gaze and threw up my hands in a gesture of inquisition.

Coming even more closer, he said in a shaky voice, "Well actually, things have... umm... changed a lot in the past few months,and... umm... I don't really know if I should be the one who breaks it down to you. I'm too afraid myself, and to be honest, right now, my words are failing me".

While he was talking, he had taken my palm resting on the switch board in his hand and had my fingers intertwined with his. I was too busy getting some facts out of him, and didn't notice. His touch felt normal. It wasn't foreign to my skin. Or rather it didn't feel so. I didn't know why suddenly I was feeling comfortable with his presence and his touch...

He looked up at me and I saw his eyes dilate and become glassy. It wasn't exactly nice to see him like that. His true instincts bared to me. At that moment he looked so lost.

"I missed you so much", the last part of that sentence was muffled by his suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist speaking into the crook of my neck in the folds of my hijab. He hugged me like a little kid weary and tired and wanting to sleep after a long day of play. I felt so confused yet comfortable. His closeness, the hug, his perfume in my breath, his words and gestures, it was all driving me nuts but at the same time I felt like I belonged there, in his arms.

With a tremendous lot of will power I used my hands on his chest to push him off me.