T.S. Lover

Chapter Seven - The 'Undeserving' One

C h a p t e r   S e v e n : THE 'UNDESERVING' ONE

Noor's P.O.V

 'The sun doesn't wish to rise Noor,'

 he looks at me and I find streaks of dried tears margining the region a little paler than his original gold skin tone, originating from the dark patches under his eyes.

He sniffs once and wipes his tears as I put an arm across his shoulder and he gives me an I'm-trying-to-be-okay smile. It melts my heart. Had I been thirteen like the time I had started falling in love with him, I would have kissed him right on his smile. He looks adorable and innocent like a little kid lost in a fair. His week old beard exposes some tiny, prickly, grey strands reflecting his age. The fan of wrinkles near his eyes screams of stepping into his late thirties. But I don't care. He is young for me. He will remain young like the knight in shining armour- my saviour, for me, for life.

I so love him.

I wish I could say.

The air feels more chilly and piercing than before as T.S. looks me the way I always wanted him to- lovingly straight into my eyes. I bend down near his face and look at his lips intently. They're pink enough to put beauty pageant to shame- shiny from his bite. His breath, the distinguishing flavour of mint and tea... and honey, I inhale it deeply and savour its flavour as I shut my eyes. With the pace of a snail I finally press his lips between mine and relish his taste. I grasp his hair in my fist while he holds me tightly against his body.

I kiss him.

Hard.

Once, twice... thrice. The wetness of his mouth- my elixir, I take in with all my force combined to one.

'I love you T.S.,' I say once our mouths unlock.

'Noor?' T.S. clicks he finger in front of and shakes me hauling me out of my daydream.

I freeze.

'Are you okay? Where were you lost?' he asks with a girlish grin on his face.

'I-'

What the hell was that?

Get a grip Noor.

I smile embarrassed, 'I was just-'

'Miss Noor, is this the shelf you were talking about?' Raj asks me setting me out of my misery, pointing to one of the three square shelves fixed on the front wall.

Thanks Raj.

'No not that one,' I walk and stand before the middle one, 'This is Rashi's collection.'

'Constable,' he orders.

'What is happening?' T.S. asks.

'Err. the inspector said that he would like to search for some clues in Rashi's books.' I shrug.

'First the library and now the personals- great!' he throws his hand in the air.

'T.S.,-'

'Not that you fool! That one's just a recipe book,' Raj bellows. T.S. walks away.

'T.S.,' I follow.

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'Hi my little baby,' Arif says as I open the door of my car.

'Hi,' I smile at him and sit on the passenger's seat, 'You seriously didn't have to do this sweet. You must be tired. I could have left on my own.'