LOVE TRIALS

vii

Hii, I think you have got questions... Drop them here if you want and hopefully, I will address them in the upcoming chapters. (Some 15-20 more to go!)

Say, around X things will start picking up but before that happens, I am trying to establish some kind of understanding between them as a couple. Stay tuned!

P.S: This chap is an oldie.

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Hamza polished his Italian shoes, sitting on the sofa beside his wife watching him, intently while he was bent over his knees.

Hamza straightened with a soft smile as he saw the question in her eyes, she unfolded her legs and shuffled scant closer.

"I am going to see someone, we'll go for horse riding when I come back in an hour. Be ready, by then, "He told her, slipping on his shoes.

Sophia's eyes lit up with reserved excitement and he rose from three-seaters without a burden on his shoulders.

"Do you want to know who I am going to meet?"

"Do you want to tell me?" She tipped forward to put his book on the centre table.

"Do you want to know?" Hamza reiterated, concentrating on her dainty hands and somewhere along the lines, he was distracted. Her hands were beautifully feminine, perfect for holding. His eyes drifted to his own large hands, they hands would swallow her small ones and he did precisely that. Hamza reached out to grasp her hand, he was beginning to take liberties.

Sophia's heart stopped. Raced. Thrashed hard beneath her chest.

He had never touched her, before. He hadn't even lifted a finger.

He crouched before her and her eyes were as wide as the wall clock, staring at him, "What are you doing?"

"Do I make you nervous?" He chuckled, covering one of her hands with his own, snarling veins climbing his arm vanished under the cuff of his sleeve.

Sabeeha didn't want him, it occurred to her, then.

She pulled her hand from his stronghold, "Rise. You'll crease your trousers."

His eyes crinkled at the edges as brown orbs shifted from her lips to meet the most stunning set of eyes she owned, affection tickled in her chest.

There were not just brown eyes, they were his brown eyes, driving her mad.

"Doesn't matter," He dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand. He'd allow his trousers to the crease, for her? She pushed the absurd thought out of her mind and squashed the flare of hope in her heart.

Why didn't Sabeeha want him?

"Get up, sit beside me," Sophia said, patting the space beside her.

"As you command," He laid a hand on his chest where warmed flourished, almost as if she had rubbed a little heat into his frozen heart, thawing it.

He turned his head to look at her, setting his elbows on his thighs.

"Do you want to know who I am going to meet this afternoon?" He inquired for the third time.

Yes.

"If you wanted to tell me, you would have, "Sophia pulled her lips inside her mouth.

Sophia's eyes flitted to the ripples in the throat, she regretted her words, deeply.

You have drawn a wrong conclusion, he bit his tongue and swallowed. A moment, later he stood up, buttoning his blazer and she knew she had said the wrong thing.