Muntazir مَنتظِر

three

The next morning brought an onslaught of feelings never experienced before.

Aamaal was shy and blushing, finding her naked limbs entangled with his equally naked ones. Her soft, creamy skin was in contrast with his sinewy and darker one.The only modicum of decorum was maintained by the navy blue and gold blanket. It hid them just enough from any prying eyes of the Satan.

He had held her in a protective embrace, shielding her away from all evil.
  Her Knight in shining armor!

It was too early to be awake and last night's sinful activities had left her pleasurably aching all over. She traced his hard ridges and contours and having had an eyeful of her husband, she kissed where his heart lay in his chest. Satisfied with her exploration, she went right back to sleep.

A few hours later she woke up again, but to an empty bed and she was wearing what appears to be Furqaan's shirt from last night.  She looked at the time and it was way past 11 in the morning. Why haven't they called her yet. She remembered everything that happened yesterday and her heart was filled with an excruciating distress.

Wearing a new dress, she sat down at the dresser to comb her impossibly unmanageable hair when there was a knock at her door.

She timidly opened it and was welcomed by the most endearing sight ever. There stood who was easily the cutest baby girl she had ever seen, hiding behind her mama with a chocolate in hand. Beside Duaa stood a little boy not more than six years old. He had a balloon and freshly plucked flowers.

She opened her door wide and politely asked them  to come in.

"This is Qaan achu room. Are you new aachi?" Eshal asked her adorably.

Aamaal could just nod her head, lost in the little girl's cuteness.

"Esha, mama told us about it just outside. You are such a buddhu." Musa shook his head at her forgetfulness. Eshal pouted at him and said a sorry.

"It's okay baby. I'm your Aamaal chachi and you must be the fairy that lives here?"

Eshal looked at her with wide eyed wonder.
"Fairy? I dunno what's that. For you. Mama said you sad. Baba gives me 'ocolate when I sad. Qaan achu too." She said forwarding her bar of half eaten chocolate. Her mama had told her in the morning that her chachi was missing her home.

"Bhai, see I know. I no buddhu." She has always looked up to her big brother and him reprimanding her didn't sit well with her innocent mind.

"I'm sorry Esha, you're not buddhu. You're a fairy. Hai na chachi? I got you my favorite balloon and mama helped me pick these flowers from the lawn."

"I love them. Thank you sweetie. And yes Esha is a fairy. And you must be the brave prince of this palace?"

Duaa just looked on at their sweet conversation. She was confident that her kids would be able to help Aamaal in her difficult time. Losing a family is no small pain. She would need all the love and care they could give.

"This here is my sweet son Musa. And this naughty monkey is Eshal. They wanted to meet you since I told them this morning. Eshal had finally run out of patience and pulled me here. I hope we didn't disturb you."

"No bhabhi, I was just about to come down. Thank you for bringing them." She held Duaa's hands and Duaa gave her's a light squeeze. That little gesture assured her that she was not alone in this world anymore.

"Aachiiiiii, come. Daadijaan made ladoos. Comeeee." Eshal all but dragged Aamaal out of her room. Musa and his mother trailed after them. A similar expression of love on their faces for their little bunny. 

Furqaan had woken up from the most pleasant sleep of his entire life and it had everything to do with the hoor clinging on to him right now. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at seeing her.

But that pride suddenly turned into something else. He felt horrible when he remembered the turn of events leading up to this moment. The way they were bound together was neither his choice nor hers.

Maybe she had plans of studying ahead. Going abroad. Maybe she didn't want to marry so soon. The worst thought struck him when he realized that maybe she could be in love with someone else! There were so many possibilities and she was so damned young.

Oh Allah! He felt like the biggest criminal right then. He felt as if he had taken advantage of her vulnerability last night. She looked up to him for support and he indulged into his carnal desires. He couldn't help but envision himself a cradle robber!

He had to get away from her. Away from a place anywhere near her before he ruins her any further. She was just a little girl and he probably would dilapidate her life. He'd make every arrangements for her comfort and luxury but would make his presence scarce.

With a renewed sense of determination he carefully detached their bodies. His senses went into an overdrive seeing her looking so thoroughly ravished and sated. She looked so good in his bed. He controlled his urges and dressed her up in his shirt. That will have to do for now. Kissing her lips one last time, he left her snuggled up on his side, on his pillow.

He had to straighten out her disarrayed life. First things first, she will resume her studies. She would get admission in the best University around here and lead a life as a normal teenager would. He'd make sure of that. Even if he had to avoid her for that.