"sometimes it's not the butterflies that tells you you're in love, it's the pain "
💌!!
Abuja,
nigeria.
Like what was she doing in his room?, that too sleeping on his bed?, her figure was petite that he thought it was just his duvet piled up in one place by Tariq.
She was sleeping peacefully, only her tear stained face will tell otherwise, her scarf and scrunchie Had also found their spot on the bed, laying comfortably. her long black tresses cascaded across the pillow, few strands framing one side of her face, in spite of her sleeping she still looked very cute and pretty that he couldn't help but stare for a few seconds awestrucked, she felt as if something was poking her she squinted her eyes before opening them and they widened in shock, that's the same reaction from him few seconds ago.
He Averted his gaze from her after nudging her to wake up with his phone. she pulled the duvet over her, finally getting a hold of her scarf " what the hell are you doing in my room?, that too half naked with a towel tied on your waist as if you've just gotten out of shower?" She said as she stood up, refusing to be intimidated by their body figure difference,her cramps too was ignored. To him, she looked just like a bunny. she was looking at anywhere but him, she couldn't just watch him like that, the only glance she took was starting to make her thoughts go haywire.
"don't you think that I should be the one asking you this questions?, what are you doing in MY ROOM, that too sleeping comfortably on my bed?" He retorted raising his brow making sure to emphasize on the words his room.
That was when she looked around the room, everything was screaming HIS,From the off white paint,picture frames, to the bed, closet, dresser, bedside drawer, lamp, couch, bathroom's door etc. everything was white exuding luxury wrapped in soothing white hues. her trolleys were no where to be found making her realise that it is indeed his room, she was the one at fault, only if she had waited for Aylah to complete her explanation then she wouldn't find her self in this embarrassing situation. there is no way she would let him win, despite it being his room, she will not accept her defeat to Mr grouch, the name fits though Cause what she notices is that they're always falling out during their encounters because he has problem picking his words.
" even though it's your room, didn't you see me when you came in or you're just pretending to be-- " he scoffed cutting her off before she completed what she was trying to say and that was how they kept on arguing till Mubeen's
voice interrupted their bickering "Can you both shut up, and explain what's actually wrong? " he came in three minutes ago but they were so immersed in their war of words To notice him.
"Here, you can ask her what brought her to my room in the first place" Riyad said gesturing towards her, " and you can ask him, how he didn't notice me the time he came in" she said glaring At him, he did the same. the bicker erupted again, mubeen now understood what the cause was " now, I understand, just shut up" he said stopping them for the second time, they both turned to face him.
"you should wear something first, while you should wear your scarf properly" mubeen said noticing that they were both uncomfortable with each others appearance. Riyad was half naked while her scarf was barely on her head.
"Well, Reeha you're at fault for not listening to Aylah's explanation properly, ending up in his room , and you--" mubeen started, she was Annoyed to the core by Riyad to think of something else like asking mubeen how he knew her name. Riyad passed her one of his signature smirks, she felt as if there's nothing she wouldn't do just to wipe away that smirk off his face, if they were in a different situation the he would've looked somehow attracting, but explicitly handsome, but as for now, she notice nothing but the smirk etched on his face.
