Philophobia

TWENTY-FOURTH 2

AssalamoAlaikum,

So, the remaining part of chapter is here. I still cannot figure out how I mustered the courage to write the last chapter. OH MY GOD!

Please forget what I wrote. I suppose that you know what I mean. IT was in words only, All praises for Allah. :p First, I thought that people did not read the last chapter properly as they were sure of my SADNESS EPISODES. IT IS NOT SAD. IRTIZA HAD GONE MAD IN IT. OH MY!

The good news: PHILOPHOBIA has reached to 10K reads and I am on cloud nine these days. It was along awaited dream. Thanks a ton for making it possible.

It is shaya_16 aka Sadia's birthday today! Wish her if possible. The sweetest girl I have found! She even saw a key chain named as Irtiza and sent me its picture. The most unpredictable, love you for these reasons!

Exams mode on!

Allah Hafiz.

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"Stay still, Irtiza. Why are you moving?" Sataish spoke softly while wiping his face from the wipes as he was still not allowed to use water on his unsealed wounds.

"Oh my God! What I am doing even? I am sitting still since these five minutes." He responded irritatingly.

"You are moving your head after every now and then. Do not complain if my hand touches the bandage." Sliding the wet tissue through the meager space behind his ear, Sataish told him.

Her ears heard him sighing and she continued using the fragrant wipes for another few minutes. Lowering her face to the nape of his neck she precisely cleansed the skin and stopped the abrupt desires developing in her heart.

"I wish I had a sandwich in my hand with a lot of mayonnaise in it." His voice pierced the silence of room and her hand stopped working.

"Was that dream real?" She mumbled under her lips and nodded in confusion.

"Which dream? What are you talking about?" He asked as per the expectations and she sauntered towards the front.

"A dream that I had in hospital while you were still in theatre." Making space on the bed, she said lightly and sat against him with a beautiful, small smile on her lips.

"And what was that dream about? Mayonnaise? How come?" He asked questions in a row and she giggled at his reaction.

"Hold on. I am not rushing to somewhere. I will answer you." Making an amused expression with her eyes, Sataish said excitedly.

"Then tell me already." Fixing his intense eyes on her face and smiling under his lips, Irtiza spoke.

"It was about you asking me for mayonnaise and I was not giving you taking in consideration your fitness and health." She replied him confidently and loosened her scarf that she had wrapped when a male nurse came lately.

"Did you give it to me then?" Asking with the same calmness as that in her dream, he parted his lips.

She looked at him for a while and then nodded in approval. He smiled at her considerate gestures and then his eyes travelled to the diamond shimmering in her neck now visible. His lips lifted upwards in a gorgeous smile when she traced her neck involuntarily relaxing the crunching muscles of her body.

"Why do not you sleep now? It is late and you are so exhausted, I can see from your eyes." He told her and then looked for a confirmation.

"Because you are not sleeping. How resilient you are against these heavy tranquilizers!" She said and yawned with a great intensity.