Chapter Twenty Three ♥ "Unveiling the truth"

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                                       Chapter Twenty Three

                                           “Unveiling the truth”

 

 

                                           "لَنْ تَهْرُبي مِنّي فإنّي رجلٌ مُقَدِّرٌ عليكِ"

 

Mahra

 

I heard footsteps nearing the door, they were slow, silent footsteps, but they scared me anyway. My fear and anxiety had reached their limits, so much so that I had to remind myself to keep breathing and to calm down. We were here in the hotel and I sat on the bed of our luxurious bedroom with my white wedding dress exactly where Laylah and Reem had left me minutes ago. The suite was quiet now; guess both of them had left along with Hamad, and I was alone with him, Zayed. Those silent steps belonged to him, I thought.

Would it sound absurd if I said, I recognized the air that carried him? Because I knew he was near, probably by the door. To make sure, I looked up and right I was.

There he stood on the outermost edge of the room, looking as tall, dark and handsome as ever. His slight frame was willowy, graceful even in absolute stillness. I looked away, cursing myself for admiring him so unequivocally. Every time I see him, it is like the first time and a beautiful time. He stood by the door for a while, which was ajar, probably taking in the room or me. I was sure he noticed my stolen glance at him which encouraged him, perhaps, and he entered the room—it did no good to me though.

Upon him entering the room, promptly the oxygen evaporated and my breath hitched in my throat. It was like I was with him in that air tight elevator again. I suffered then and I am suffering now. At a moment like this I wished I had known him well before the wedding, so that this situation was less awkward and less bashful.

My eyes followed his steps, as he walked past the bed to the two chairs that were placed in front of the large windows, far from my left side, with a round table in the middle. He stopped there with his back to me and didn’t move for a while, staring at the now-quiet city of Dubai from the window. Wonder what he was thinking!

For a moment I turned to look at the buildings too, but instantly looked away when I heard him move. The rustling of his clothes was audible in the hushed room.  From the corner of my eye I saw him take off his bisht and place it down on the chair, neatly. Then he settled on the chair closest to him and sighed. It was a deep and heavy sigh which expressed his fatigue or probably his relief.

I was brave enough to stare at him, and was certain he was aware of my intent gaze, but he wouldn’t look at me, he kept is eyes at anything but me. I could tell, he was taking his time before facing me and my questions. But he didn’t need to worry; I wasn’t going to demand for answers right away, I’d wait for him to say what he could. Surely he didn’t come unprepared.

After what it seemed like a long time, he began searching around for something and his eyes fell on the vanity table. Zayed stood up and headed towards it then pulled its small chair to place it in front of the bed, opposite me. With no brush of hesitance, whatsoever, he sat down on it.

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