Episode 41

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Raza's pov

It has been several days since Dua made her confession. I couldn't comprehend how it happened that day the atmosphere shifted from playful to serious in a matter of seconds.

Her nervouse persona made me want to claim my love for her on spot. Maybe just maybe what I'm feeling right now or have been feeling since the past few days is love that I feel for her. Maybe I do love her. Ever since our first couple like encounter I've been feeling some kind of way and I know for a fact that its most definitely not lust that I'm feeling the emotion is strong and overpowering making me to crave for her presence.

Everyday after returning home I want to see her face. I want to hold her in my arms just close to me so that I can feel her warmth. I want to smell the scent she leaves behind on my pillows when she wants to cuddle. I like seeing her getting ready everyday while I pretend to be asleep. I love hearing the sound of her anklets and bangles in my room and house.

I love it when her lavender scent is left in the bathroom when she leaves after taking a shower. I love it when she's in a playful mood. Ready to tease me to death I'll take that happily just to see her smile or even smirk at me evily.

It has been silent between us. She talks but with hesitance. I want the old Dua back who would talk even through sign language but alot. Now when she can actually talk she had been silent most of the time.

Today is Abba's birthday. I'm so excited to see everyone's reaction on Dua getting her voice back. The train of my thoughts broke by the sound of bangles jingling. I looked up and forgot how to breathe. She was wearing her earring while coming out of the closet. Her black dress contrasted well with her light tan skin.

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She looked at me and smiled fixing her earring in her ear and pushing her slightly wet hair back

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She looked at me and smiled fixing her earring in her ear and pushing her slightly wet hair back. She walked to the dressing table and started doing her makeup. I forgot what I was doing and just kept on staring at her. She smiled while putting blush on. Her concentration while putting eyeliner on had me amused she was even breathing carefully. Then she almost ripped her eyelashes out with those eyelash curlers and then coated them with mascara. Her eyes locked with mine and my world stilled. The mascara coated lashes guarding her honey brown eyes held me captivated in their trance.

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