You Crept Into My Heart [Rewritten Version Continuation]

[3] Choked On Your Drool

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I sigh in content as the feeling of someone's soft,warm hands caress my cheek moving towards my chin. I smile at the contact and open my eyes to be met with a sight that made my heart soar in happiness. Ubaidullah stared at me with such deep,passionate 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 looked at me with that. I guess that's what love between two non-related people feel like.

My heart rate picked up as he smiles-that breathtaking smile that makes my heart skip a few beat, makes my breath shorten- and leans down too- I assume- give me a kiss. My eyes automatically close and I wait expectantly for his soft lips to meet mine halfway but the complete opposite happens.

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 together. About to lip lock. Share saliva. Smooch. Kiss. Whatever you want to call it. Oh my god!

My eyes snap open and I shoot up from the bed so fast that I could have caught a whiplash." Fia! What's wrong baby? You okay?" My mother asks with concern lacing her voice. He eyebrows furrow deep in concern. I just look blankly at her. I stare not knowing what to say. Words not forming. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. So I just sit there like a dummy. Her curious gaze still burning a hole through the side of my head.

If I dreamt about Ubaidullah doesn't that mean that's its a sign? A sign that I should maybe accept the proposal? I mean, I did perform istikhaara yesterday. My heart involuntarily beats faster at the thought of all my mornings being like that with so much happiness.

When I gain enough enough courage to finally open my damn mouth the words a dream slip through my lips. Oh well, best thing my mothers getting at this point. Mainly because I'm speechless about the kind of insanely vivid and real-like dream I had. Secondly because I hate, absolutely despise, opening my mouth in the morning. If I ever do its either really important or my sentences are really short. Why you may wonder? Morning breath.

"Uh honey, we all have dreams," my mother looks at me confused, don't blame her, "do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head in a no and mouthed later and make a movement go get off of the bed so I could use the bathroom. My mother looks at me weirdly and nods her head before leaving. I rush out of the bed to the bathroom and close the pale white door behind me.

As I'm brushing my teeth I can't help but wonder about the dream. What if that dream can actually come true? What if we can really be like that after a few years of our marriage? Is that what true love feels like? That happens that pulses through your veins. That feeling where you feel like you can take on all the hardships and challenges life may hurdle at your. That feeling of utter bliss when you're with that person. When you look at that person and all you can think of is how did I manage to land myself with such a beautiful artwork. To feel like you're the most  luckiest person on earth to have them with you? Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I'm in love with him, its just that what I dreamt felt so real, so vivid, like it wasn't a dream but a mere memory. I sigh and wash my mouth and face before patting it dry and stepping out of the room.

I heave a sigh as I notice the absence of my mother, thank god. I wouldn't want to answer questions right now.

As I'm looking through my cupboard for something to wear for today when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. I walk over to my phone and I see seven new messages from Yasmeen.