Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both han...
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Her beauty could be a source of both fascination and torment for me. I found my self drawn to her like moth to a flame, unable to resist her pull of her allure. Her features, her smile, her gaze can haunt my dreams and awaken a longing in my heart that I never knew existed.
I felt hell tired after this long day. I haven't checked any mails since morning and I got no any information from Aryan. After seeing her trembling form entering the bathroom, I took my laptop and sat on the sofa checking and replying to mails that I have received. Most of them were congratulating mails which I neglected to reply. It's been 30 minutes since she entered inside the bathroom and still no sign of her. And just like that a message popped up on the screen. Realizing it was from Aryan I opened to it immediately. It was the nikah photo which he found at simon's place. The photo was clear and whoever captured it was standing only a few feet away from us which means the traitor is someone I know.
I heard the opening sound of the door and in instant second her lily fragrance reached my nostrils driving me crazy. I looked at her. She was wearing a very dark green shalwar which had minor embroidery designs on it. She covered her hair with the matching shawl and placed the lehanga on the table. Water drops were dripping from her hair wetting the dress. She stood there unaware of what to do next.
"Why are you standing? Come here and sit". I patted the place next to me.
"It's okay". She mumbled fidgeting her fingers. She was looking tensed . So I thought to give her some alone time. Taking the towel I went inside the bathroom to take a shower. Turing off the heater I let the chilling water run through my body relaxing my muscles and calming the nerves which she turned on. I didn't expect her to retorted me back. I was surprised to see her new side and to be honest I like that version of her too. Fragile and fierce. I loved how she fumbled just with my presence and a mere touch.
Her delicate features, the way her eyes sparkled with emotions refusing my help, and the soft curve of her lips all left me breathless. When she groped under my touch on her lips and our close proximity, a rush of emotions flooded through me. I remembered the way her breath hitched, the way her skin flushed with a delicate pink hue, and the way her eyes widened in surprise. In that moment, I felt a profound sense of longing, a yearning to hold her close and never let her go. Her beauty, her vulnerability, and her closeness awakened something deep within me, stirring emotions that I had never experienced before.
When I stepped out of bathroom wrapping the towel around my waist, and my eyes landed on her. She had spread a big clothe probably her shawl and wrapping her hair with another shawl she was doing prostration. And then giving salam to both sides she forwarded her hands to the sky and whispered something with sincere to her lord. Seeing her praying I felt guilty and pang in my heart making me realize when was the last time I prayed.
I still remember that day. I was 12 years old and it was a fine friday. I was getting ready to go to masjidh for jumma prayer. I loved going to masjid with my dad but due to his very tight schedule I couldn't join him for every paryers. But I made sure to go to masjidh with him on every friday. I waited for my dad to come as I waited outside of his room. He is a religious person who never misses his any prayers and always on time to go to masjidh. But that day he didn't open his door and I was waiting for him impatiently as it was already late. I called him from outside and came no reply. I waited tem more minutes and loosing my patience I knocked the door twice and still no response. I panicked and banged the door continuously . Hearing the sound mom and everyone gathered near his room door. Understanding the situation dadi called the guard to break the door. And when they finally opened it I saw my dad collapsed on the floor unconscious. When we took him to the hospital they said he is no more and he got a cardiac arrest. That was the day I lost my hope and stopped praying. The memory was still fresh and raw making me emotional.
