Bela stood under the shower, with closed eyes, letting the lukewarm water sluice through her hair, down her face, over the arch of her neck. The drizzles of warm water falling incessantly touching her pale cream color skin, waking up every nerve of her. But, its not helping much in alleviating her exhaustion. She is tired and sleep is just a wink away from her eyes.
She wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel before coming out from the wash room, only to be greeted by the enthralling image of her husband, sleeping half naked on the bed, his Tee shirt was some where on the floor, near the bed. She made a sigh before heading towards the bed. She picked up the Tee and kept it on the bed side table. Her eyes inadvertently took the sight of him which is impossible to ignore.
She then involuntarily bent, just a little, her damp hair blanketed his face, the drops of water sliding down from her hair are falling over his forehead making him frown; She immediately moved away, turned back to leave only to feel a tug at her elbow and the next moment landing on the bed.Abeer swiftly rolled her beneath him, supporting his weight on his elbow, hovered over her; He ran his face along her neck, and then burying in her hair, breathing in the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, which was something like green apple.
"Let go of me, I'm getting late to my work" she tentatively said, ignoring those simmering sensations that are evoking in the pit of her stomach. Mahir looked at her face finally, completely, for the first time in that morning, only to confront those fluffy blood shot eyes, which were indicating her condition, lack of sleep.
"Why do you up this early? you should sleep some more time"
"So that I can be late to my office.Today too?" she replied sarcastically.
"You didn't sleep much, last night." he stated as if she doesn't know that.
"Because of you!" she accused.
"Excuse me! Why are you blaming me completely.." he said, tilting his head and showing the nail marks on his neck.Nail marks of her. She looked away embarrassed of his brazen talk, before smacking his fore head and making him chuckle.
"Well..Okay..That's not the point. I've so many things to do at home and I can't ignore my profession too.Now please leave me" she asked earnestly. But he didn't leave her neither replied anything. Then he did what he felt to do.
His rough yet tender palm covered her eyes, applying as less pressure as he possibly could, made her close her eyes. She can feel his warm breath touching her skin. "S.l.e.e.p N.o.w" he whispered, enunciating each syllable, that was more like a lullaby. The warmth of his palm, which was still covered her eyes is, seeping into her, making her dazed. She almost drifted into the valley of sleep, but almost at the same second disturbed by listening a sound, which was suddenly invaded.Its the ring tone of her phone, this realization caused a further realization that she couldn't sleep.
Her hand moved blindly, towards the source of sound. But before she could catch her phone, he caught the mobile, his hand which was covering her eyes previously is now busy in switching off her phone.His another hand is still around her waist.
She opened her eyes, she can see him holding her phone away from her."mahir, Leave me..give me my phone" she snapped trying to get up, but his grip on her waist tightened. She was trying to remove his hand, struggling under his hold. And in a spur of moment, in the process of struggle, her head hit to the head board of the bed, not hardly, but, hard enough to give her some pain. 'Ouch' escaped from her lips, her eyebrows scrunched in pain.
"Sorry,sorry--" he quickly whispered at the very immediate moment, that he realized, she is in pain. The mobile is slipped off from his hold,and now, his hand instinctively touched her head. He was about to do something to alleviate her pain, but she shrugged of his hand, glaring at him, irritated. Mahir was astonished by her reaction:Its not seemed like or supposed to be, for the thing just happened.
