Love Me, Mikayla

VII

"Why do you even care, bro?" Rufus asks after recovering and grabbing back his seat.

"Because she's my to-be wife."

Asaf smiles behind the rim of the glass, silently savoring the wine. He's always been like that. A less-spoken man with a great listening ability. He was always this reserved but a secret artist; a poet. His wife is always impressed with him. Even his anger is sweet to her.

"You're respecting a girl who doesn't even deserve it."

"I'm raised like that. Can't change my morals just because of a childish emotion."

"And you're ready to stand by her side by going against us." You guys are my good friends.

"Mikayla is a cruel girl who tramples emotions underneath her heels. She can wound you beyond imagination and leave without an ounce of remorse."

"Is that a warning?" I gaze at Rufus, cocking a brow.

"Are you in love, we must ask?" Arad cuts in confusion as he puts down the wine glass. The crimson liquid inside bounces, meeting the brim as he puts the glass on his reflection.

"Not yet."

"Who can even love her?" Rufus chuckles half-heartedly as he rolls his eyes. "Only her beauty is an asset." The same beauty made him wag his tail behind her but I will not say it.

Now if it is about her trampling emotions underneath her heels, I can overlook her cruelty. She can learn after our marriage. People change.

"Want some?" Asaf asks, showing me the bottle of beer. I decline. He shrugs his shoulders and latches his mouth to the bottle, emptying it quickly.

Arad sighs. "You have expectations with her, right?" I nod my head. I have told her the same and she told me not to daydream.

No, I have prayed till midnights.

"Marrying Mikayla and then loving her will take you to the burning depths, Barak. All that you will have in the end is going to be your heart broken."

"Agar Dil-e-Sher nadaari, Safar-e-Ishq nako." Asaf winks, chuckling on his own. Arad rolls his eyes and Rufus claps his hands though he understands nothing. I bet.

(If you don't have the heart of a lion, don't travel on the path of love.)

I shall take a risk.

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Her eyes are dark. Reminds me of chocolate, soil, bark, and coffee. They twinkle like stars when it's someone else but become as silent as a seabed when they catch a glimpse of me. The coldness of graveyards is found in them where emotions are buried deep into the earth's crust and names are long forgotten.

So the way it is now. Still, how beautiful they are. I can't help but admire them. She is made beautifully. Through the very hands of the most amazing Creator.

Reluctance fades from her actions as she gives me her hand. I hold it gently, interlacing our fingers. Her hand is cold, fitting perfectly in my hand.

Giving her a small smile which I can't contain, I take her with me to the place which was decorated for us. With garlands dangling from above and satins covering the settees.

We sit together, and it is then I find us to be surrounded by smiling faces and sparkling eyes.

Are we that admirable? — Deep inside I wonder about us. They say we look good together and our names are pretty when spoken together. I highly doubt it yet with this crazy heart, I find it pretty and pleasant.