Fated

Chapter-13-Dress

The gleaming sunlight fell on my face, peeking from the glass windows that led to the balcony. I open my eyes hazily from my deep sleep. I turn automatically to my left, expecting a warm body to clasp mine. But all I find is empty cold space next to me. Of course Hamid wasn't by my side. He had to go for a errand his uncle asked him to do.

I take a walk through my memory lane from this morning.

The morning was wonderful because I woke up right next to my soul mate. After having shower we prayed salha. Then Hamid's uncle called and he had to go out. But not before things got heated between us since could not keep our hands to be our self. He promised to be back by midday and then we would go out in the city.

My eyes glance at the clock, it reads 10 o'clock. Two more hours to kill until Hamid arrives.

I hope out of bed ,grab Hamid's button down shirt and slip it on, since I was partially clothed; all thanks to Hamid.

I pick up the clothes that were scattered around the beigh carpet. I place them on the sofa, head out to the balcony running my hands through my damp hair.

The view is mind blowing even in the morning from the balcony. I can see the eiffile tower, buildings and houses afar. The cold air from last night has hushed down, the air surrounding me is warm now.

I decide to head back to the room as my tummy is grumbling, demanding food.

I pick up the phone and order my breakfast. After fifteen minutes there is a knock on the door. I peek through the hole on the door.

A waiter is standing with the food trolley.

"Could you please leave, I will pull it in, thanks" I tell the waiter.

I wait for him to leave, then pull the food trolley inside.

I switch the TV on to a bollywood song channel and settle down on the sofa with the trolley in front of me. I uncover the lid to reveal the croissants, doughnuts, hash brown and the tea I had ordered. I rip of a piece off croissant ,dip it in the tea and slide it into my mouth.

I start nodding to the kamli song when it comes on,rembering Iqra doing a dance on it when we had that bachlor party. By the time I finish my breakfast shila ji jawani comes on.

Something comes over me and I start dancing crazily to the song. I am pumping out my chest and moving back trying to copy Katrina's dance move when bump right into Hamid's arms.

He holds me up with one hand, while he pushes my hair back and then rests it on my cheek.

"Wow, love you look really sexy dancing in my shirt. I wouldn't seriously mind if you like to share my clothes." Hamid says giving me a peck on the neck.

I blush a shade of red, but my longing for him overcomes my embarrassment. I swing both my hands over his shoulder.

"I don't want your clothes, I want you." I say to him. Before he can answer me I go on my toes, my lips merge on his as my fingers dig into his hair.

The kiss starts of slow ,but it starts to speed up. These few hours without him has my left a longing in my heart. Which I am trying to fill with these kisses.

His hand continues to travel down the shirt, it lingers over my thighs just below where the shirt ends. His hands start to travel back up, but this time under the shirt. There are wonderful sensations running down my body.

His hands finally find the hooks on my bra and he clasps them open.

I nip at his lower lip, trying to tell him to carry on. But a sudden ring from his cellphone makes us snap away from our kiss.