Strawberry Spell

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Sanem's P.O.V

42 hours later that day

Have you ever seen a beautiful night when the full moon is glooming creating an illusion of a dreamy fairyland unbelievable scenic view, those tiny moon beams hitting the floor? Revealing it's full glory as a reflection on the clear blue lake water, which looked sliver under this moon light. Star lit the skies like snow-flakes in the night. The entire room was filled with shine. I let the French doors open, feeling the wind blowing my hair away letting them cascade onto the shoulders.

Cool breeze entering the room where I was standing next to the glass door inhaling the fresh air in. Wind blew my hair away from my ears as if whispering little naughty something into my ears. Who'd thought to witness this breath taking view from here? I stepped away from this view in order to get a little comfy.

I gazed at the reflection trying to recognize this woman standing, she looked familiar yet different. If somebody would have asked me forty-two hours ago when we were standing on the that freshly dewed grass that this guy who said I am home to him would literally make it real I would have said to myself to wake up that's quite a dream.

Still buried in thoughts I started unzipping a white goddess like beautiful detailed gown with a tail made entirely with delicate lace work all over it. "Oh Gosh! I wish my hands could reach the zip." I was struggling to unzip. "Please, God, help me. I have been wrapped up all day into this gown." I was praying out loud. "Please answer my prayer." 'Yeah you can reach it' my inner self reassured. 'You are pretty close. Come on, Sanem, almost there!' "The goddess of moral support is on your side." As I was mumbling to myself.

I heard someone cleared his throat then continued "May I?" His husky voice giving me shivers down my spine. Our eyes met in the silver full size mirror standing in front of us. I tried to find all the courage I could to find my voice but failed. So, instead of using the sound of my voice to guide him I nodded shyly. He started motioning into my direction I could feel the temperature of this super chilled room turning warm all of a sudden. I could feel his presence right behind me. I could notice a slight smile making it's way towards his perfectly sculpted face reaching from his lips to his eyes. The moment his long masculine fingers taking the hold of the zip, my heart skipped a beat. He started unzipping my gown slightly trailing finger down my spine and making me shiver. I could see the desire, which was burning in him for me. It was no different to what I was feeling for him.

He got close to my ear then whispered "I have never witnessed innocence and purity the way I did today. You are perfection, angel."

And then he left me astonished.

Emmar's P.O.V

Early Morning!

We were still standing there creating a beautiful aura around us! She was my home. The moment I looked into her direction she was crimson. I smiled then embrace her into a gentle hug. When an annoying sound of this device called cellphone started buzzing, killing the perfect atmosphere. I cussed it in silence. I swear if only I could then I would actually throw this piece of shit device into the trash.

Telephonic conversation:

Emmar: Hello! Hassan it's better be good.

Hassan: Hello! Sir, I am sorry to disturb you at this time.

Emmar: What happened? Is everything Okay? I asked annoyed.

Hassan: Sir, well everything is fine the only bad news is. He replied hesitantly.

Emmar: What? I asked furious.

Hassan: Well Mr. Omar has passed away.

Emmar: Oh! We are on our way then.