Sartaj is looking so tenderly at me as though seeing me for the first time. I cannot look into these blue eyes for long. I smile and bend my head down. "You smile from your heart, Samaira, and I love that feeling I get when I see your smile", he, first time, speaks so intimately that butterflies in my stomach multiplies (again, as usual). "Samaira, my love, you light up my life. I love you", he says gently.
"I love you too, Sartaj. I am fortunate to have you as my soulmate. You makes me feel whole," I hesitantly utter few words.
"Samaira, my life," he puts his forehead to mine and kiss there. Our lips are so closed I could look at his hard mouth and the blue eyes. I can feel his breath on my lips. As he leans more, I try to calm my racing heart, but in vain. His head slowly tilts and captures me in a kiss. 'My first kiss!' I keep my eyes closed. He gently pulls me closer and his arms go around my waist. "A soft tender kiss" for few seconds. He pulls away as he doesn't want to cross a line. He makes me sit on the chair. We remain sitting quietly for minutes as controlling our breaths. Sartaj initiates, clears his throat, "let's order lunch." But I am not in a mood to eat anything, just want to live the moment. He reads my mind and says, "Let's go somewhere else" I jump out of my seat at once as waiting to move with him to the place where no one can see us. What is happening to me?
My chain of thoughts breaks when he stops his car at the movie hall. I look at him surprisingly. "We're going to watch a movie" he announces. "But I'll get late, Sartaj," I reply in a tensed tone. "Relax! I told Mumma in the morning about the movie show", he smiles (the same alluring smile). 'The Runaway Bride', I get excited to see that I am going to watch my favorite stars, Julia Roberts and Richard Gere.
It's 17.00 hrs when we exit the movie hall. I don't want to go home but have to. Sartaj, while driving, is looking at me now and then; makes me feel nervous 'again'. He puts his hand on mine and squeezes it. I smile at his romantic gesture. He parks his car outside my house and immediately jumps out of his car to open a door for me. Since it's dark he takes full advantage and pulls me closer and kiss me again, for a second, my body trembles. He comes to the main door but shows reluctance to enter the house. I don't force him either. We bid goodbye and he leave. Ufffffff......
As I am going to ring a bell, Mumma opens the door suddenly. Mumma knows that we are outside! OMG! She might have seen Sartaj kissing me! But Mumma's reaction and the way she welcomes me give me a relief. "How was the day and yes, which movie you saw," she, like a child, is anxious to know everything. 'Everything'? I smile. Mumma, as usual, is cooking something to eat with tea. Sammy likes to eat some light snacks if it rains.
I sit on the dining chair near Mumma and telling her about my day well spend with her would be son-in-law. She thinks I am telling EVERYTHING! "I am going to sleep now, feeling tired. You know I am wearing these boots since morning", I say and hug my Mumma, cannot compare this warmth with anything...anything.
Actually, I want to escape from Mumma's searching and detective eyes, it's really very difficult to hide anything from her or it may be my first time that I have kept some secret from her so feeling guilty.
I retire to bed early after changing into my cozy night suit. 'Sleeping is so hard when you can't stop thinking about someone'. I smile and hide my face in pillow. Today seems to be the longest day of my life. Lot of things happened in a single day! Sartaj's face come in front of my eyes reminds me of the kiss. I cover my eyes with my hands and try to fall in sleep to see him in dreams.
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