UnFading LOVE(Completed)

41 - Bipolar 😵‍💫

# Areena's POV
# Date - December 07, 2022

---

I woke up to the sound of knocking on the door.

Who could be this early..? I just want to sleep.

I blinked my eyes open, staring at the ceiling for a moment before glancing around. The soft blue curtains were drawn around the bed.

Wait.. BED?

But I clearly remembered sleeping on the couch last night.

Confused, I tried to sit up but found myself pinned down by something heavy on my waist. I turned to see Abid, sound asleep beside me, his arm wrapped tightly around me.

What the hell...?

My heart raced, panic creeping in. I tried to lift his arm off of me, but he didn't even stir.

Ya Allah... Please help me.

I turned to face him, ready to push him awake, but the sight of him stopped me. He looked so peaceful, almost childlike. His hair had fallen messily over his forehead, and without thinking, I reached out, gently brushing it back with my fingers. His skin was warm beneath my touch, and for a moment, I just stared at him.

His forehead was broader than I realized, his eyelashes thick and long, gently fluttering in his sleep. I couldn't resist; I lightly touched the tips of his lashes, fascinated by how soft they were. His eyes twitched at the contact, but he didn't wake up.

My gaze wandered to his lips, slightly parted in sleep, soft and tinged with a hint of pink.

Did he use lipstick?

I chuckled at my own ridiculous thought, my heart skipping a beat. This was the first time I'd ever allowed myself to really look at him. We had never been this close before, never shared a moment that felt so... Intimate.

What the hell am I doing?

'You are checking out your Shohar (husband),' My inner voice chimed in smugly.

Huh!! My Shohar(Husband)..!!

The word felt foreign, almost surreal. Before I could dwell on it, the knock on the door sounded again, pulling me back to reality. I patted Abid's cheek, calling his name softly.

"Abid..."

"Abid, wake up."

He didn't even flinch. I tried again, pushing at his arm, but it was like trying to move a rock.

What has he been eating? Iron?!

Desperation bubbled up as I heard another knock.

Argghh...! I have to do something.

With a sigh, I placed my hand on his chest, intending to push him off of me. His body was covered by the duvet, but as my hand pressed against him, I felt the warmth of his bare skin beneath my palm.

Wait... is he not wearing clothes?

My heart skipped a beat, and before I knew it, I had yanked the duvet off.