You Crept Into My Heart [Rewrite]

|3| Choked On Your Drool

A F I A  P A T E L

I sigh in content as I feel soft warm hands caress my cheek moving towards my chin. I smile and slowly open my eyes to be met with the sight that made my heart soar in happiness. Ubaidullah stared down at me with so much love in his hazel eyes. I don't think I've ever been looked at with such pure, intense love before , not even my parents have looked at me like that. I guess that's what love between two non-related  people feel like.

My heart rate picks up as he smiles -that breathtaking smile that makes my heart skip a few beats- and leans down to -I assume- give me a kiss. I close my eyes and wait expectantly for his soft lips to meet mine but that doesn't happen at all.

What does happen though is me being shook. Violently. I groan, hating the person that disturbed me from that wonderful dream.

Holy crap! I had a dream. About Ubaidullah. And me. In a bed. And we were about to kiss. Oh my god!

My eyes snap open and I shoot up from the bed so fast that I could have caught a whiplash. "Fia! Whats wrong, baby? You okay?" My mother asks with concern lacing her voice. Her eyebrows furrowed in worry. I just look at her. I stare not knowing what to say. I open my mouth but no words form. So I just sit there. With her curious gaze on me.

If I dreamt about Ubaidullah, doesn't that mean its a sign?A sign that I should accept the marriage proposal. I mean, I did perform istikhaara yesterday.

My heart involuntarily beats faster at the thought of my mornings being like that with the hazel eyed man.

When I gain enough courage to speak I just say two words.

"A dream."

My mother looks at me confused. I don't blame her because at the moment I'm also confused and shocked.

"Uh honey, we all have dreams. Do you want to tell me what it was about?"

I shook my head and mouthed later while holding up my pinky,indicating I needed to use the bathroom- I know that boys use that when they have to go to pee but I use it too in the morning.

I hate, no absolutely despise, opening my mouth in the mornings. If I do it's really important or I just make my sentences really short, like what I did right now to my mom. Why do I despise opening my mouth you may wonder? Morning breath. That's it.

My mother nods her head and stands up so I can get out of the bed. I rush to the bathroom and close the door behind me.

As I'm brushing my teeth I cant help but wonder about the dream. What if that dream can come true? What if we can really be like that after a few years of our marriage? Is that what love feels like? That happiness that pulses through your veins. That feeling where you feel you can take on all the challenges and hardships that life throws at you. That feeling of utter bliss when you with that person. When you look at that person and you cant help but feel like you are the most luckiest person ever to have them in your life. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying I'm in love with him, it's just that what I dreamt felt so real, so vivid, like it was not a dream but a mere memory. I sigh and wash my mouth and face before drying it and stepping out of the room.

My mother was gone and I was grateful because I didn't want to be questioned at the moment.

I looked through my cupboard for something to wear for today when I heard a ping from my phone. I walked over to my phone and switched it on to see seven new messages from Yasmeen.