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It had been five days since Faaris' injury. He was a lot better now but he still needed to be looked after. I had taken a 10-day leave from work and thankfully, my boss was aware of Faaris' injury so I didn't have to persuade him.
"You know what I was thinking?" I said to Faaris as I patted his mouth with the handkerchief.
"Hmm?" He nodded.
"Your hand looks fine. You can eat by yourself." I pointed out. He was good enough to do everything else by himself but whenever it is time to eat, he acts like a big baby.
"But the food tastes better when you feed me." He smirked and I blushed deep red at this. I punched his chest in protest and he winced.
"Sorry." I immediately regretted it. I had forgotten he still had some bruises from the accident.
“It’s okay.” He pouted.
Afterwards, he went back to reading a book- a hobby he had picked up these days- and I went to the bathroom to take a warm bath. Dressed up in my black satin pyjama set, I wrapped my hair in a towel and went back to the room.
As I dried my hair with the towel, I felt Faaris' eyes on me. Even after knowing I had caught him, he kept looking at me with a smirk. Without having his work to keep him occupied, he had found new interests, one of which was making me blush. Damn him!
To counter his attack, I went towards him and leaned over him to reach my mobile that was on the other side of the bed. My hair brushed against his face and I felt him sniff them. His smirk had faltered a little and now was replaced by a look of revenge.
"Noor, can you help me out of my shirt? My arm hurts." He said in a sweet saccharine tone.
My eyes widened momentarily as he had not asked me to help him change even the day of the accident. Pretending to not care, I took out a T-shirt from his closet and then went towards him.
Carefully, I lifted his T-Shirt over his head, revealing his taut skin and lean muscles. He had my ideal body type, not too muscular, not too bulky, just lean and hard. I have seen him without a shirt before but never from this close.
Before I could help him in the other shirt, he said, "You forgot to apply the cream."
"Huh?" I asked.
"The balm for the bruises, the one that Mom sent." He said, reminding me.
"Y… yeah." I gulped the ball of saliva down my throat. Suddenly, the cold room felt warm.
I took out the balm from the drawer and then opened the lid. He knew what he was doing and too bad, it was working.
Scooping some of the brownish gel in between my fingers, I rubbed it on his shoulder. My fingers trembled as they glid over his warm skin. I was sitting in front of him, our faces inches away. His eyes on me made it even more difficult to focus on the balm.
I lowered my fingers and then applied some on the little bruise over his collar bone. My hand seemed to have developed a brain of its own. It automatically traced his pecs to reach his abs. I heard him inhale a deep breath and all the blood of my body gushed to my cheeks.
When I realized what I was doing, I jerked my hand away and stood up embarrassed. Before I could leave, Faaris held me by my wrists and pulled me towards himself. My knees gave up and I sat down again, this time my whole body pressed to his.
He cupped my chin and tilted my face upwards, bringing his lips down on mine. The kiss started sweet and slow but his mouth soon took reigns and tried to part my lips. He bit my lips, urging them to part and once they did, he delved his tongue inside. His other hand went inside my wet hair, keeping me glued to him. Once the initial hesitancy subsided, I started responding to the kiss eagerly. My own hands went around his waist and I hugged him, mushing our bodies. The fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt made the moment even more intimate.
His mouth traced a line from my lips to the hollow of my neck and he began peppering kisses there. The more he attacked my neck, the more breathless I got. His mouth was doing wonders against my skin, making me lose control and moan in response. He then opened the top button of my shirt, revealing some more skin. His mouth went downwards, dangling around dangerous places while taking full liberty.
When the position became too uncomfortable, he lay me down on the bed and then rolled over to straddle me and—
“Owww.” A pained gasp left his mouth.
“What happened?” I asked, trying to regain my senses.
“My leg.” He grimaced as he sat straight.
“Shit. Are you okay?” I asked, sitting up.
“Yes.” He groaned and rested his head against the headboard.
“Sorry.” I said.
“Why are you sorry?” He smiled, his face still contorted in pain.
“I don’t know.” I replied and he chuckled.
“Say thanks to my leg. It saved your virginity.” He passed me a toothy grin and my cheeks turned crimson.
“Are you sure you’re fine?” I asked, ignoring his previous comment.
“Perfect.” He replied and lay down. “Turn off the lights please.” He was definitely in pain.
I stood up, turned off the lamp and then walked back to the bed. Scooting closer to him, I took his arm, extended it and then rested my head on it. Putting my free arm around his waist, I closed my eyes.
“Noor.” He whispered, although I couldn’t see him in the dark.
“Hmm?” I asked.
“I love you.” He whispered again and this time, placed a kiss on my forehead.
“I…”
“You don’t need to say anything.” He said and brushed my hair away from my face. “Just never leave me alone. I can’t live without you.” His voice was low and deep.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I struggled to find out the perfect response to this. My heart was fluttering a little too much and I suddenly wanted to erase every little distance in between us. I tightened my grip around him and murmured, “I can’t live without you too. So don’t let yourself get hurt again. Promise me.”
“I promise, meri jaan.” He said and kissed my forehead once again. His voice was devoid of any lust now, it was pure love.
We both succumbed to sleep in each other’s hold and it was definitely the most peaceful sleep I have had in a very long time.
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The next morning, I expected us to wake up in the same position as we slept but Faaris was not in bed. I tried to find him on the bathroom and the balcony but he wasn’t there either. Anxiously, I went downstairs where I found him in the kitchen, supporting himself with his crutches.
“What do you think you are doing?” I asked.
“I was tired of being babied. Sit down. I made breakfast.” He said.
“With a broken leg?” I scowled.
“I used crutches. Chill.” He said. “Besides, I didn’t cook anything fancy. Just heated up ready-to-cook parathas and made omelet.”
“Faaris!” I groaned.
“Nooooor.” He stretched my name to irk me. “Just sit down love.”
There was no point arguing with him now. I asked him to wait while I brush my teeth. By the time I returned, he had set the table.
“You never listen, do you?” I asked.
“I didn’t do anything for five days. Believe me, it is the most I have listened to anyone.” He winked at me. And that careless wink made me realize he was still not wearing a shirt, just a pair of grey trousers hanging low around his pelvis. The sight was much more appetising than the breakfast placed in front of me.
“What are your plans for tonight then? You aren’t planning to leave the house, are you?” I asked.
“No. But we will spend the day in the lounge, watching movies and playing games. I am tired of the bedroom.” He said.
“Sounds fun.” I remarked. Due to his workaholic nature, we rarely do things like that.
“Besides, the bedroom reminds me of things that I just can’t do yet.” He added, slouching on the couch, and when I realized what he was talking about, my eyes popped out a little.
Stupid Faaris.
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Faaris and Noor's story is gearing towards its end. There are probably 2 or 3 chapters left. Let's see if they will get some peace finally or is there another thriller awaiting them. What would you like to read further?