Philophobia

Wonderwall

"I miss old days," she paused and looked at his face for a moment, "but I will miss the present more."

Releasing a breathy chuckle Irtiza switched his eyes to her swelled fingers placed on the hinge of the balcony door.

"The future will be exciting, Sataish." Raising his brows meaningfully he said in low but affirming voice and her laughter broke the spell of unusual tranquility.

"Who knows? You may forget that I love chocolate chips more than strawberries or flood this house with almonds while totally forgetting that cashews are my first love." She pouted stubbornly and extended her left arm under the open sky and stumbled.

Blocking her passage by the barrier of his long arm against her elbow he held her hand firmly and a clear stress furrowed his face. She closed her eyes for a moment and then smiled embarrassingly.

"No adventure allowed. Prohibited area ahead." He said sternly and a spark lightened his eyes.

"Your highness." She tapped a finger on his shoulder and laughed.

"Enough for today. Take rest now." He released her and his hands started working on the door.

"Can we see the rain only? I am not going anywhere. Just some more time." She pleaded and he nodded.

"Now when you cannot have any mercy on this exhausted husband who had three counseling sessions and an alumni event today how can he beg for attention?"

"This is one interesting question." She said unaffectedly and lowered her face in a secretive manner only to reply,

"Maybe when he would let me sit in rain then I can come up with a better solution."

"One stubborn creature you are! Never forget that I am the man of my words."

"Oh Allah! So many lies tonight, Irtiza?"

"Not a single lie for your information."

"Way too many for one day. Cannot digest more, please."

"Say you cannot tolerate truth now but the truth is-"

"Nothing is truer than my wish to enjoy rain right now."

"And the truth is that you-"

"I want to relax in rain. What are you saying?" She said skeptically and her eyes forgot blinking.

"That you will name my daughter Ayla. Ayla Hashim." He knew well how to shut her excitement that was getting dangerous that time.

"Oh!" She said and remembered old lesson of blushing and shying.

"Let's go. Come on." Circling her waist he slid the glass door at their back and the noise of rain decreased gradually.

"Irtiza? I don't know how to ask something." She said while taking composed steps and he squeezed her hand encouragingly.

"Say it. I am listening. Don't shy now at least." Gesturing her to see ahead from his eyes he spoke and she who was looking at his face switched her gaze.

She took a moment and then faced him confidently,

"Why a daughter?"

He smiled and placed his hands on her shoulders, "To have another you in my house."

Her eyelashes trembled as she giggled softly and said slowly, "Now the real reason?"

"Because... I love the feeling... of being father... to... my daughter, Sataish. I will be overjoyed. Cannot tell you in words. There are many expressions but I cannot tell you. I actually cannot put them into words."

She ran her fingers in his hair and messaged his temples to ease his fatigue and said,

"Not every time words are necessary. I can understand your sentiments. Relax."

"You can change this name. You can name her the way you like it to be done." He intertwined their fingers and she intriguingly looked into his eyes.

"What if we have a son?"

He laughed and pulled her cheek, "Much craziness. Hard for you to handle."

"You have got dangerous plans. Don't ever dare to spoil my son. Mama will handle everything." She was saying when he blurted midway,

"Mama cannot handle her spoiled husband properly till yet."

"Up for a fight? Tell me so I would surrender because I love this weather."

"Okay. Cease fire. Fine to sleep now? Have some mercy on me, wifey. I do not trust you when it rains."

"Mercy? Then come with me."

"Never."

"Now."

"No."

"Right now." She held his wrist firmly and started walking towards the lawn.

"I am telling you for the last time."

"I am not even telling you anything as we are almost here."

"Stubborn."

"Very. Wife of the great Dr. Irtiza Hashim."

"Anything left to be said?"

"Yes." She was now taking a careful step when he supported her again and helped her. The mad rain splashed their faces and his grip on her hand tightened involuntarily. Looking with narrowed eyes she laughed in excitement and he wiped his forehead.

"I do not have any other laundered shirt now. What a great thing to happen!"

"Everything is great when Mrs. Irtiza Hashim is with you."

He paused while saying something and then nodded in agreement, "No second thought. Hundred percent true."

The water was cascading off her face when she shouted amidst the loud noise, "Hence proved that you behave unbelievingly sober and decent when sleepy."

"Decent.... Yes, I know. I know this word very well. Can't get over it. Never." And he started laughing mocking it in her face.

"Oh, please! Not now." She said while trying hard to conceal her embarrassment and laughed lowly.

"I can have mercy. Fine." He lifted his neck and stretched his arms to enjoy the chill downpour and her mind started registering a few things only; rain, her fingers in his palm, crazy wind, his arrogant neck and the hollow in his throat due to deep breathing. Hurriedly switching her eyeballs to the damp trimmed grass under her feet, Sataish felt that she was never going to stop feeling this way for him; the way that was always new although being mundane now.

"Can't get over me?"

She literally blushed hard and whispered a beautiful yes.

He turned and held her hands firmly, "Same. Can't get over you!" and pulled her closer. The heavy rain was drenching them and soaking loose braid falling on her shoulder when he tugged a strand behind her ear and said,

"Because you are my wonderwall."

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