Chapter 17

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The chirping of birds at the early twilight woke me up.The sky had lightened but the black skies cloaked the heavens.I quickly looked at the wall clock which says its was time for Fajr Salah, of course how could I forgot I have a built-in clock in my body no matter what I got up on time( Thank Allah for that).I tried to get up but I soon realized a heavy arm was draped over my waist as well as, a black head was buried in my neck conveniently, hot breaths puffed softly on my skin sending chills throughout my body.I remembered all of last day's events & my senerity disappeared within minutes.I hurried to get up but Aarej's hand stopped me I tried to move it (keyword:tried) but he was like hulk he didnt move an inch... seriously what the hell did the guy eat?...
I turned & regretted because soon Aarej was grasping me like a freaking octopus he have completely colied himself around me, his arms like tentacles surrounded my petite form.I thought he was consious & doing it purposely but when I looked at him he was deep asleep, his face so peaceful & to my utter astonishment he looked boyish almost like a teenager with his black hair all mussed up covering his forehead & his face relaxed without its ususal frownlines & trademark scowl.I frowned at the line of my thoughts when I considered this brute monster a boyish teenager...how ridiculous seriously!
I had to take my chances I had enough of his clinging to me I slowly rose without even breathing I dragged his hand away, peeking at him all along, then the next finally, I was free & was able to breathe easily, when I was just across the bed & was about to get up, a hand yanked me back & I again fell on the bed rather abruptly, when I jerked up two glazed pools of green were watching me unwaveringly, his daunting gaze was making me more uncomfortable considering our awkward position.I tried to yank my hand back but he tightened his grip hauling me more towards him.I was avoiding his gaze thinking for excuses to get away from him finally, my eyes struck on the clock & I actually panicked because all of this rising & moving have wasted all of the time & there were hardly ten minutes to pray Fajr Salah.I looked at Aarej & asked him

Can you let me go?

He just watched me intently..seiously this guy have issues...Oh Allah plz help me...I again repeated more softly this time

Aarej, Can you let me go?

His eyebrows burrowed & he looked almost confused finally he spoke in a throaty husky voice

Why? Where are you going this early?

I saw him & sighed(yeah actually sighed)...seriously what am I going to do?

Aarej, Its Fajr time & if you didnot let me up like right now Iam going to miss it.I have to pray so let me go!

He watched me like a hawk analyzing Iam telling the truth or not, what seems like forever he lightened his hold rather unhappily & I quickly scatterd away from him like he had some contagious disease that he can affect me with (no offense but I dont like him) I went to the washroom like a bullet, after doing my Wudu I seeked my makeshift mat & started praying.After my prayer, all too-familiar calm washed over me & when I raised my hands for Du'a (Muslims way of supplicating towards Allah Almighty) I thanked him for all of His countless Bounties,Blessings & for my family I prayed for their health & prosperity & for myself just that I trust Allah Almighty & whatever that is best for me Allah will gave me lastly, to give me strength & guide me to the Right path.When I completed my Du'a I saw Aarej leaning against the hardboard watching me with an uninhibited emotion.I turned & folded the mat ignoring him & sat at the cushion facing the window reciting different Du'as quietly.

The morning sky bridled with beautiful colors,the hot summer sun still hidden behind the clouds I saw a bird singing & unintentionally said "Suban Allah" smiling that how the creations of Allah Almighty praise their Creator.The chapter of Surah-e-Rahman came to my mind...
Aur tum apney Rabb ki kon kon si Namatayu ko jutlau ghay?
(Which then, of the favours of your Lord will you twain deny?)

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