Unfulfilled Desires (Adhori Chahatein)

♡♥The Staircase Confession♡♥

Raseen ~ POV

I stop breathing as Wasiq looks at me with all the tenderness in the world.

I look at my wrist. The same wrist that he held when he was sleeping.

I thought I was going to faint with escalating happiness as his grip on my wrist tightened as he spoke to the media and antifans.

I couldn't stop him as he told them I am engaged to him. The air around me lessened and I find it difficult to breathe. I pull away from his warm touch that I miss the second, my fingers slipped off his.

I run toward the rooftop. I needed somebody to talk to. The night or my Dad about it. I can't believe it, he had me labeled as his fiancée.

I took two-step at a time to quickly hold myself that I am losing in process. Upon reaching the rooftop, my breathing was labour. I was trying to get all the air until I choke on my spit that turned my cheeks super red and my eyes had tears that I wipe away with the back of my hand.

When my breathing became steady I walk over to the fence and look at the view in front of my eyes.

The city looks like a jungle and the lights that lit the city looks like thousands of beautiful glowing fireflies that eradicate the darkness of the night for those stranger who passes by this strangeness.

My heart was tingling with excitement at the thought of being so close to him. And seeing him every day is definitely no less than a miracle.

A miracle by chance tied me to him. He is mine and we will mold into one to create an utmost relationship that has no words to describe.

I took the same wrist and lightly drizzle my fingers where he held onto it and smile lit my face at the thought of his dominance over me and the decision. The decision that I was to accept because he is the only one who can tame the crazy horses inside me.

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I clasped the phone  and smiled as tear made its way. I turned around to tell him.

I was nervous. There was sudden sweat on my forehead and I wiped it away to hide my nervousness.

My heart is thumping and each thump sounds like an elephant foot thumping in the jungle of my emotions.

I walked down the stairs. He was there. His back was facing me and upon my small voice he turned around to look at me . His olive green eyes held the same emotions when I met him for the first time.  The same cold, fear, anger, hatred, sadness and loneliness which is making me tense as I stood face to face with him, sharing the same step of staircase as he made some room for me to stand with him.

"My Dad likes you," I said.

My heart, it was jumping in all directions as I couldn't look into that green sea of loneliness. I look down at our toes.

His toes were peaking out in a light brown peshawari chappal and my toe nails have turned white due to the extra pressure. Whenever, I am nervous. ..like right now I would flich and unflich my toes to control myself. Sometimes it will calm me down naturally unless if the situation was this intense. When I relax my toes in my black flipflops,his cold voice jerk me to look up at him.