Philophobia

EIGHTEEN PART-II

AssalamoAlaikum.

Peace is in the air as my note is what you are reading first, or probably not reading and have already jumped to the words below.

I wanted to tell what had happened to me but leave it for some other random day.

Philophobia reached at #63 yesterday and it means big to me. Sad that I have got no sibling to stuff my mouth with chocolates.

You want me to stop blabbering? Okay. As you wish! 

Did I say that the love is in the air?

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Byeeee.

Allah Hafiz.

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"Beast. You are not." Staring at his back on the giant sofa she pressed her fingers on mouth to stop the abrupt laughter.

"I will never forgive you, Irtiza, for you made me all awake and now you are sleeping peacefully." In the pale light of the room she shrugged her shoulders and pushed away the comforter.

"I wish I could see your face; closed expressive eyes, the stress on your cheeks while you breathe and everything that is fancy about you." With smile flooding in those light brown valleys she thought and stepped out of the bed.

Covering the distance of a few steps she sauntered towards the sofa and sat on the chill floor. The excessive warmth of heavy comforter was troubling her and the cold tiles were proving themselves as her only source of solace except the man sleeping in front of her. His back was facing her face and she desperately wanted to turn him; by those mobile hands that went numb on his contact.

The t-shirt was pasted on his body and the long legs were tangled as he had nothing to cover himself with. The arms were crossed on his chest and his shoulders were heaving frequently. For an instance she thought of covering him with the duvet but what to do of those mad wifely feelings and desires. She just wanted to see him in a novel way; that was new, seen never before and felt for the first time.

"Did I ever tell you that you are so attractive that I begin feeling like typical conservative woman? I fear that someone would steal you and I would be empty handed. I never want to lose you." Whispering in his ear she dared not to high her inaudible voice.

"I do not know what happens every time when I see you. I behave in the most stupid manner but deep inside I am well aware that I am just wasting our time. I am comfortable to pursue the new ways but I fail in confident notions that make you feel what I want you to feel. Your gentle and subtle actions just catch my breath and I regret on the silly replies I give. If you were at my place then you would have covered me but see, I am not you, Irtiza.

I want to see you for long. I want to see you when you know that I am noticing your each move. I am doing it now but again you are sleeping." Crawling on the floor she lifted her neck and stared at the stilled thick eyelashes and whispered again.

His head tilted a little and she observed him doing it without any nervousness on her face. She was about to break her walls.

"At least I can see stress." Gazing at his cheekbones and the shift to jawbones she mumbled and grinned.

The all two buttons of his t-shirt were open and her heart was captured in the spaces. She was trying to stop that mad delirium but things were not in her control.