Language Of Love...(#watty2016)

chapter twenty//: first morning

This chapter is dedicated to manha_786

Abeeg's POV

The rhythm of wind blowing, little chirping of birds made me awake. There was a water fall nearby. The prosody of dropping water made a music. Finally moving from my bed I stood by the window. Yesterday we reached here almost in the evening. So we just ate dinner and went our respective rooms. After that I couldn't get to talk Ritika. I hoped she would like this place. Here morning was so beautiful.

Wrong. It was not. The scenery was OK when this fairy was standing here. I placed myself comfortably to enjoy the seen. Why wouldn't I? Ritika was standing a few metres away from my view. Her silky satin night gown was perfectly fitted on her. Her long dark brown hair was loosely laid down on her shoulder. As she was looking other side from me. She couldn't see me. But I could see her smile from here. She was beautiful.

But if looked carefully you could say she had lost some weight in this month. She was skinner than before. I sighed, trying to erase to uncontrollable pain. So I just concentrated on her smile, she was taking deep breath hugging herself closely. It was little cold. I took the Chuddar from my bag and walked outside, where she was standing.

"So.... Morning bird, aren't we?"

She looked back and sweetly smiled seeing me. Will it be selfish to want a personal smile only for me? May be....

"Hey.... You wake up?"

"No I am walking in sleep."

"Ha..ha very funny." Her sarcastic face was cute.

"Normally you wake up in this morning?"

"Nah, here climate is so beautiful, so and I think here is a waterfall, right. It did the job of alarm."

Okay both of us had the same thing. She was rubbing her arms. Oh shit I forgot exactly why I had come here. I walked back her and warped the shawl around her. And exactly that moment she turned her head and I moved my head quickly, otherwise it would cause brushed our lips. though all I wanted to kiss her now but I didn't want to do the same mistake again. I didn't want to make her cry, ever.

She was afraid for our future. Hell I was too. But that couldn't make any difference. Better to be ignored. I looked at her eyes, wanted to memorise her, this moment, the way she looked at me it felt the same. Her fragrance was sweet, warm like rain, pure.

She didn't say 'l love you' to me. Neither declared any love confession. I wished I could hear it. But never mind. I liked it this way, reading her eyes, it talked more than she could. And that language was incredibly beautiful.

The cool breeze touched her face, making her hair messy, I brushed that from her face and for a brief second she closed her eyes. And I lowered myself to kiss her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked at me, with painful eyes. Please not again.

I was pleading by my face to just be here with me. For this moment, could she just forget everything. In reply of this silent demand she snuggle in to my arms. I placed the shawl around her securely tightening my grip. Her warmth was intoxicating. I could hold her rest of my life, still will be craving.

"What are you thinking?" She whispered.

"About you." I replied with in a second. Was little dazzled by her proximity. She snuggled into me more softly.