I Miss the old ME...

Chapter18

'The matter is that......' He stopped  amidst the sentence.

'Hmmm...say it.' I said slowly.

           He  burst into a loud laughter. I started punching him on his chest. 'You are pathetic. Why do you do this all the time?' I was afraid initially of what might be the problem. Inspite of the fact that he looks all serious, he always pranks me and i'm loving it.

'Stop....stop... I wasn't knowing that my wife is a wrestler.'  I punched him once again. He took hold of my hands and kissed my knuckles. This caused tantalizing feeling throughout my body.

'But there is really a matter. I am going to Germany tomorrow, for a week.' That sentence killed me.

'Why?'  I asked whispering.

'Business meet..and it's really important.'

'Can't I come with you?' It is weird that only few days have passed with us together and I can't think my life without him. 

'Ofcourse...you can. But I don't want you to come with me. You will be having fast and moreover I will be busy the whole day. ' He looks so innocent .Yes, he's right.

'But I do wanna come. Please.' I made  the cutest puppy face I could make.

'Listen, Rose. I'll not be getting any free time and I don't want dampling of my Rose.' He kept his hand on mine assuring me. I nodded in a positive response and hugged him. His cologne filled my nostrils. He started tickling me on my stomach and  after having a tickle war with him, i went for salah.

'Have you packed all your things?'
I was combing my hairs and he was busy on his phone. One day I'm gonna burn that thing snatching from his hand.

'Yeah...I just need to take my documents and a kiss from you, that's all.' He answered without glancing  at me.

'Okay...' Then his sentence registered on my mind and I watched him. He was smirking , his dimple became more prominent.

'In your dreams.' I whispered slowly. I looked at my face in the mirror and found myself blushing.

'Rose...' He looked at me.

'Hmmm...'

'Nothing.' I gave him what the look and continued my work.I saw him coming towards me through the mirror. He came and stood behind me. My open long hazel curls touching his shirt. He took the brush from my hand.

'What're you doing?' He gently pushed me down on the chair by keeping his hands on my shoulder.

'Will you let me be your hair stylist for the moment? My Lady.'  He asked in a different accent.

'That will be an honor for me.' I smiled at seeing his playfulness. Sometimes he act so innocent that i have this sudden urge to engulf him in a hug. He started brushing my hair ever so gently as if i am some piece of artwork on which his life depends.