My heart and yours

chapter 4

The library is a labyrinth of books.

There is a fireplace by the side and chairs either around a table or aimlessly placed about. By a big window, there is a big arm chair. I can already imagine myself cuddled on it with a hot coffee and a book.

There doesn't seem to be anyone here so I decide to stay and read a book. I'm unexpectedly hit with the suspicion that there might be someone accessing and watching me. I hastily turn around to see if anyone is behind me. I take off my veil and tie it as a scarf on my head. I roll my sleeves and take off my flip flops before I step on the fluffly soft carpet beneath me. Then I walk towards the shelves.

I carefully move around the maze of shelves wondering where to start from. I unconsciously trace the binds of the books and I smile, lost in my own little world.

I look around for something to climb on as I spot a book on a top shelf titled 'flowers and bow ties'. A stool is sitted by a shelf where history books are. Its purplish velvet and posh looking. I climb it carefully with the support of the shelf.

I retrieve the book easily. As I am about to go down, I see another book I might like. I stretch trying to reach it. My balance falters a bit and I grab the shelf tighter. I try again on my tiptoes and that's when the stool rocks dangerously backwards and I'm suddenly falling to meet the carpet below. This is going to be painful, really painful.

I fall expecting to hit the ground but my fall is stopped by a pair of strong arms. I open my eye and gingerly peak out. I see the nicest brown eyes. I open the other and I see a good looking man around his mid twenties with nice features and dark hair. His eyelashes are long and his lips are full and pouty. His skin is flawless yet natural.

He drops me gently to the ground and I can only gape at him astounded. I realise his looking at me and the heat rises to my cheeks.

He's wearing a stripped blue shirt with navy blue trousers. His shirt is rolled up exposing his forearms. I eye him up wondering who he might be.He coughs expectantly also raises an eyebrow and I am brought back to reality. At first I don't get why he coughed then it hits me that I am supposed to say thankyou. I don't say thankyou.

He's about to say something when I stop him. I'm a little bit suspicious "And who do you think you are spying on me in the library" I ask confidently. I am really surprised at my blunt behaviour.

"Spying?" he says seconds later with a perplexed look on his face. His voice is like a musical instrument, only better.

"If you werent spying, how did you know I was here?" I narrow my eyes at him "and besides I was capable of stopping my fall myself, you know."

"Really?" he raises an eyebrow again.

"Yes! And who are you by the way?" I say crossing my arms.

With the look on his face I can tell his clearly confused. He runs his eyes over, clearly accessing me. His hand goes through his hair and he briefly looks away. I am stubbornly waiting for an answer.

"My name is Ahmad. Ahmad Fahad."

This is really getting weird. Please tell me this is not lady Aliya's son. I look at him closely and I notice a lot of resemblance. I gulp and give him a questioning look. He looks at me like I'm an idiot. Then he finally says

"Lady Aliya's son."

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