Changing Relations ✔

Chapter 35

The sun is kinda beaming down on her from the window over the bed and touched her shoulder, but she ignored it until she felt someone clutching her tightly from the waist and to forget someone else's breathing on her shoulder.

And by the time she opened her eyes, she could feel the thumping of her heart. Finally opening her eyes she sees that he was holding her so close to himself. His face was hidden by her hair, but his breathing was sending chills. And the fact that disturbed her most was that last night she had the best sleep ever.

I was shocked with myself as well as with him also, his fingers were digging deep in my stomach or should I say bare stomach because my tshirt has slightly risen above. Half of his lower body was on top of me, his weight was pinning me down to the bed not letting me get up.

I heard a chuckling, I turned to look and I saw Mr.Adeel looking at our direction and giggling away. "Wait till I get up!!" I said only to get an annoying groan from him, pulling me more closer towards him. To say that I would be very uncomfortable with him beside him or in the position we are would be a White Lie!!

Yes it'll be a lie because for the first time I liked us being this close.

Did I just said Us????

I didn't wanted to disturb his sleep or want him to get up and move away from me. I know I was being selfish at this time but this is the truth, I want him to be near me. He's my husband and I can't deny this fact anymore.

Did I just said husband???

There's a pull towards him which I don't know is because of our marriage or my imagination!! Whatever it is I don't want to waste my time in thinking when I can see him peacefully.

Waking up next to him is like waking up from the best dream I've ever had only to discover it wasn't a dream at all. It's real. He's real.

I kept very quiet, trying not to move,
So I can look at his every groove.
Rubbing his arm with my hand so lightly. But this felt so right, especially when he is holding me tight. If only I could bind the hands of time so that I could soak in the moment, hold on to it for as long as I can, breathing him in.

Outside the air is cold, but the warmth he left when he touched my heart, the wind can never blow away. His embrace will make the minutes dissolve faster than my cares, when he looks into my eyes.

Waking up next to him, is something I can’t do regularly so I ran my hand over his back, my fingertips gently grazing his skin, is something that I can’t get to do every day. Smelling his hair, before it’s washed, when it smells like him – not the shampoo that reminds me of him, but he himself.

But the temptation to stay and lose my self in the sweet morning bliss is more than I can bare. With my heart hammering in my chest, with all of my shyness jumping out of the window, with a blush on my cheeks, with a lots of courage I kiss his succulent cheeks and warm neck.

His scent makes me feel like a hungry lioness catching a whiff of some good antelope. The hairs on the back of my neck standing up straight. He smells like an expensive perfume which is not allowed to touch, but just to feel it.

But just then he moved, making me froze "Hareem stop it, let me sleep!!"

My heart stopped beating as I felled down from my own fantasy. Physically I didn't got any hurt, but my heart was ripped out from my chest and was lying on the floor.

A tear slipped down and felled on his cheeks. He opened his eyes slowly.

"Hanya, it's Hanya" I said. His eyes were now big enough as the realization hit him like getting wet in the winters of London. He quickly pulled himself away from me.