He unwrapped his hand, which was cradled her waist, moved away from her giving some space. Meher got up and sat on the bed, fastened the towel properly, adjusting her still slightly damp hair, she muttered something under her breath, incoherently, something inaudible to him, but that something made him understand she is angry with him.
He got up and sat opposite to her, facing her.Taking her hand into his. He slid his fingers into hers, entwining them, squeezed her palm lightly, trying to feel her, trying to understand her."You Okay?" he inquired, looking at their entwined hands, and then straightly into her eyes, his thumb is making patterns in her palm."bela answer me! Did I do anything wrong?"
"...Of course,You didn't mahir, You only do right things.You go on deciding what right for me and doing it, without listening to me, so that you can become a most caring husband...But the truth is I'm actually suffering because of your own decisions and..." she suddenly realized that she talked too much and went overboard. Her sleepiness and nagging thoughts of work related things, made her talk something that she, herself doesn't know the meaning.
"So, I'm not listening to you?" she listened his hurtful voice,which was very low.
Now she knew, her words caused him pain, though he is not saying that. She knew him well enough to know that he never will admit that she caused him pain."I love you!" she whispered those three beautiful words that she already said million times, but never felt to tired of saying one more time. And then she crawled on to him, adjusting herself in his lap, placing her hands around his neck.
After looking into his eyes for a long second, she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck only to make him, inhale sharply. "I know, you love me and I love you too but that's not the answer to my question" he mumbled against her hair, and then moving slightly away from her face, cradling her waist, stared into her eyes, giving her a cue that he is not going to leave her until she answers him.
"Whatever I said to you is just in the heat of moment..I wasn't in good mood, I'm getting late to my office but you were forcing me to sleep, and there are so many pending projects I've to handle" she replied, choosing the words carefully, not wanting to hurt him anymore.
"This is not the answer to my question either, So, I'm not trying to understand you and I'm not listening to you right?" he answered his own question, sadness brimmed in his eyes, making her gasp.
She didn't know what can she say to make him feel better.Without thinking much she pressed her lips on his bare shoulder earning a audible gasp from him; her lips make their way, slowly, from his shoulder blade to his neck making him stiff, making him hold her tight, his breath became uneven and his spiraling thoughts too.
The decision of their marriage, and the little span of their marriage life had brought, enough enjoyment and happiness, in the wake of unhindered love clouded with passion. But, still there is something amiss in their lives, may be a sense of understanding.Its not that they're not at all understanding each other, but, Its only that it was not yet good enough to avoid those frequent misunderstandings between them.Unlike any other normal couple their marriage happened at very young age and the inevitable responsibilities, at a very early stage of their relationship,l eft a very little amount of time for each other, which is too less to help them, to become more familiar with each other.
Mahir's train of thoughts halted when he felt her body limp against him.It didn't take much time to understand, she is sleeping, quite unbelievable but that's what exactly she is doing. Sleeping. In his lap; her chin is on his shoulder, her breath is even and he felt her body relaxed. Mahir made her lay on the bed before covering her with a comforter.
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