Embers of my gown!

After a long, relaxing shower, I slipped out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft lounge gown and a towel wrapped around my hair. I turned on a mellow playlist, the notes drifting through the living area like warm breath. 

I sat on the couch, letting my back slump against the plush backrest, my head resting on its top edge. I crossed my legs and placed them on the fire table in front of me, feeling the low hum of the flame flicker against my skin.

The fire’s gentle heat seeped through the table, mingling with the music to create a soothing melody. My eyes grew heavy, and I nodded off for a moment.

A sudden sting near my calf jolted me awake. My gown had caught fire! I picked the cushion beside me, smothering the flames with a frantic swipe. 

A sigh escaped my lips as the heat faded, but the irritation on the inner side of my right calf lingered, and the skin turned slightly red.

I wiped the spot with a clean wipe, the cool fabric a brief relief. I removed the towel from my head, diffused my hair a little, tossed the burnt gown onto the bedroom floor, and slipped into a fresh one. 

As I settled back onto the couch, I slept there. The soft rustle of fabric the only sound besides the crackling fire.

After hours, as I woke up in the evening, his worried face came into focus - must've arrived from work. Concern filled his eyes, searching for answers, as he was sitting on the edge of the fire table, an ointment in his hand and the burnt gown lying beside him.

“What happened to you?” he asked, his eyes fixed on me, as his empathetic gaze enveloped me. 

I sat up, smiled over my absent mindedness and said, “I just napped for a moment and my gown caught fire”. 

And then, I placed my foot on his thigh, while trying to look at my calf, his fingers gently wrapped around my lower calf just above the heel. As I caught sight of the burned area, it had already turned into a wide blister, covered with ointment – which he must have applied while I slept.

"Okay.. come on... We need to see a doctor", he said while placing the ointment beside him on the table.

I looked up at him; he sensed the terror in my eyes as I got scared seeing the wide blister. “I... I thought it was just a heat rash… I ignored it. What do I do now?” I muttered, feeling the sting of the burn pulse with each heartbeat.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go to the doctor. He’ll take care of it,” he reassured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

"Uh-huh… it itches when I touch it,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, let me get a shawl so you don’t get cold. We’ll go see the doctor,” he said, wrapping the soft shawl around my shoulders. As he tried to lift me into his arms, and I rested my hand on his chest in order to stop him.

“I think I can walk,” I protested, trying to rise.

“Yes, you can, but the blister might pop. Let me help you,” he insisted, scooping me up without waiting for an answer.

*At the clinic*

The doctor cleaned the wound, his gloves cool against my skin, and explained that the blister needed to be drained and the dead skin removed.

I looked up at Mustafa, fear flickering in my eyes. He squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing reassuring circles on my knuckles.

“Why? I don’t want it…” I whispered.

“It’s necessary,” he said, kissing my hand. “It’s wide; it could burst on its own and get infected”, he added.

“Can’t it just stay like this?” I asked, hoping to avoid the procedure.

“It’ll pop anyway, and an infection could make things worse,” he replied, his voice steady as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Nothing will happen. I’m here for you… okay,” he assured.

I nodded, the weight of the moment settling like a heavy blanket.

The doctor re‑entered, his instruments glinting under the harsh clinic lights. 

“Is it really necessary?” I asked, my voice trembling.

The doctor nodded.

“Okay,” I whispered nervously.

As he began, my hand fluttered nervously, fingers hovering mid‑air before dropping to cover my lips, then brushing my forehead.

 “Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No,” I said, as the doctor was removing the upper skin.

“Look at me. Don’t look at that,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine, trying to pull my focus away from the procedure.

I shook my head, a shiver running down my spine, and then I buried my face in his neck, the familiar scent of his cologne grounding me as the doctor worked.

The doctor removed the skin, clean the wound, the sting of the antiseptic burning like a cold bite. And then he wrapped it with a white patch. 

I placed my pillow over the blanket on his side of the bed, at the foot. I rested my head on it and lay down with one hand against my pillow and the other near my chin. My legs were slightly angled, with my feet touching the side table beside me. The flair of the gown was almost touching the ground. I slept really well, losing track of time. 

When I woke up, I realized I was enveloped in a blanket - it was from the guest room, as I was lying on our blanket. Seeing his pillow near my back, I realized it was him. I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

I got up, left the room, walked through the kitchen and living room, and entered the guest room. He was lying there, sleeping. Seeing him sleeping, I slipped in beside him. As i did, he wrapped me in his arms without opening his eyes.

The Space Between!

The scent of fresh earth wafted through the air, as we reached his farmhouse. The farmhouse's creaky wooden floorboards groaned beneath our feet.

Everyone was exhausted from the long drive. So after dinner, everyone retreated to their rooms to rest. 

I was making my bed to go to sleep when Mustafa entered the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He stood there, looking at me. 

"What is it, Mustafa?" I asked annoyingly.

 "That's the question you need to be asked?" he replied, his voice low and husky.

"I'm going to bed," I said, getting into bed. 

He nodded teasingly.

"Are there any other rooms, Mustafa?" I asked with frustration. 

"I swear no," he said. 

"The bed is big; it's not a problem for me. But if you can't control yourself, then I'm all for it," he said with a mysterious smirk. 

I picked up the cushion from the bed and threw it at him. He chuckled and got into bed. 

"You'll only see this in your dreams," I said while lying down. 

"It's cold; you can lay close to me to keep warm," he continued. 

"Mustafa, sleep peacefully!" I said, closing my eyes.

In the morning, as I woke up, I slightly opened my eyes to find him sitting in front of me on the divan lying beside the bed, watching me as I slept. The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the sharp angles of his face.

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Nothing," he replied, his voice soft.

"Are you watching me like a pervert?" I said, getting up. 

He smiled and looked down. 

"Can't I watch my wife while she's sleeping?" he said, looking at me, his voice low and gentle. 

I rolled my eyes, "Ahh, not again..." I said, getting out of bed, the wooden floorboards creaked beneath my feet.

 As I walked past him, he held my hand, and I looked back at him. He gestured for me to sit beside him, and I sat. 

"Look at me," he said. 

I looked up at him. 

"I know you're hiding something from me," he continued, his eyes searching mine. 

I looked away, trying to hide it. 

"It's been days... I can see there's something in your eyes; I can read it, but I don't know what... but there's something," he added, his voice filled with concern.

"There's nothing," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, and got up, and went straight to the bathroom, leaving him there on the divan.

At night, I was searching for him, eager to escape the farmhouse with him. When I spotted him, he was sitting in the terrace with his aunt, a soft shawl draped over his broad shoulders, the dim lights casting a warm glow on his features. 

The scent of blooming jasmine wafted through the air. I stood close to the entrance, my eyes locked on him. 

"Mustafa... You got some time?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, while slightly gesturing outside. 

"Yeah, sure! Come here," he said, his deep voice resonating through the air as he removed the shawl's edges beside him, inviting me to sit beside him in his arms.

"I don't want to..." I said while starting to sob silently, overwhelmed by hormonal fluctuations as he couldn't understand.

The sound of my own ragged breathing was the only sound I could hear, until he got up and walked toward me.

He strode through the other entrance, his footsteps quiet on the wooden floor, and then suddenly scooped me up in his arms effortlessly. 

I was stunned by his sudden grasp and then melted into his warm embrace. The warmth of his body enveloped me, and I felt my tension melt away as he pulled me close and started walking towards outside.

"Can you see the waterfall? Isn't it beautiful?" he whispered in my ear, as he stopped near the window.

"Yeah! I want to go there," I said, my voice filled with excitement. 

"Okay, sure," he said, his chest vibrating against mine as he spoke.

As he carried me outside, the cool night air enveloped us, carrying the scent of damp earth and leaves. 

I became conscious that everyone was looking at us, their faces a blur as they admired the intimate moment we shared. 

I dug my face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, and forgot everything around us. The world narrowed down to the two of us, suspended in this moment.

After a while, a mischievous glint sparked in my eyes, and I held the neckline of his shirt with my teeth, looking up at him with a playful smile. 

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and asked while winking at me, "Are you hitting on your husband?" 

"Shouldn't I?" I said, raising an eyebrow, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"Oh! I'm all for it...," he said, his lips brushing against my cheek and down to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. 

I giggled and playfully jabbed at his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt. 

He smiled and kissed my forehead, the touch sending a flutter through my heart.

Meanwhile, we reached the embankment of the waterfall and sat down on the grass. He enveloped me between his arms, my head naturally finding its place on his shoulder, my upper back resting against his chest, as we looked at the waterfall, taking in the serene, peaceful environment. 

The sky above was a canvas of twinkling stars, and the sweet scent of blooming flowers wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of damp soil.

Then he asked, ''Can I ask you something?'', his warm breath whispering against my ear. 

I nodded, feeling the gentle vibration of his chest as he spoke.

''What happened back there? You started sobbing out of nowhere,'' he continued, his deep voice filled with concern.

I sat straight, between his arms and turned to him. ''I've been feeling overwhelmed since evening because there's a lot of people back there,'' I replied.

''Why didn't you tell me about this?'' he asked while taking my hands in his, concern filling his voice. 

''I've been looking for a way out to spend some time with you alone, despite the fact that I've been pushing you away for days," I said and looked down.

''I'll always be there for you... even if you throw me out the door, I'll come to you through the window,'' he replied. 

''You're the only thing I want in this life. I don't want anything except us,'' he added, his lips brushing against my hair.

Midnight Cravings!

   At night, I was lying on my bed on one side, my one arm on my pillow across my face while the other arm was above my stomach; my legs were slightly angled. He came to bed and placed his head on my thighs; my knees were near his shoulder as he lay down.

 "Aren't you sleepy?" I asked. 

"Not really," he replied, his voice low and relaxed. He looked up at me, his eyes soft in the dim light. 

"What were you thinking about before I came over?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity. 

"Brownie with chocolate ice cream," I said.

 He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That sounds like a perfect midnight snack. Should I get it for you? Or maybe you should come with me too."

I was like, "No, I don't want to change," but he insisted, "Okay, but on one condition: I'm going in this nightgown, and I'm not getting out of the car", I said. 

He grinned mischievously. "Deal. But just so you know, I'm going to make sure everyone sees you in all your nightgown glory." 

I playfully rolled my eyes, but a small smile played on my lips. 

"Just get the car ready," I said, throwing a pillow at him. 

He laughed and quickly got out of bed, pulling me up with him.

As we both headed out into the night, the cool air hit me. The city lights felt like stars on earth, and the peace was undeniable. When we arrived at the ice cream shop, he got out and went inside, leaving me in the car. I watched as he chatted with the clerk, laughing and smiling. 

A few minutes later, he emerged with two servings, each with a giant brownie chunk and a scoop of chocolate ice cream on top. He got back in the car, handing me my serving. 

"Here it is," he said, grinning.

I took a bite, and the combination of warm brownie and cold ice cream was heavenly. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste. 

He watched me, smiling. 

"Good?" he asked, already knowing the answer. 

I nodded. "Mmm-hmm".

A Sanctuary!

He came to my workplace to meet me, carrying burgers for me in a paper bag. As he approached, I stepped forward to hug him over the shoulder. Sensing the distress on my face, he wrapped me in his arms, tightening his grip. 

Concern was evident on his face as he whispered, "What happened? Are you okay?" in a worried tone. 

I closed my eyes, feeling his tight embrace. My mind relaxed, my anxiety dissipated, and I found calm and peace. Time seemed to stand still as I held onto him for nearly 6 - 7 minutes. He kept his grip firm, allowing me to relax at my own pace. 

As I finally pulled back, he held me by the arms, looked at me with concerned eyes, and said, "Better now?" 

I blinked and nodded. 

He handed me the burgers and said, "Let's grab a spot and talk about it?" His voice was soft, his eyes still filled with concern. 

I nodded silently, feeling a sense of numbness wash over me. 

He kissed my forehead, took my hand in his, and guided me to the car. And the car stopped near the lake's winding track.

        We sat in comfortable silence for a moment on the weathered wooden bench near the serene lake, the gentle lapping of the water against the shore creating a soothing melody. 

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, his eyes showing concern as he turned to me, his voice low and gentle.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cool lake air fill my lungs, and said, "I don't want to work!" 

His eyes locked onto mine, filled with understanding and empathy. "What happened?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned, as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around mine.

I felt a surge of comfort from his touch, and the tension in my body began to ease. 

"I'm not happy here! This job is giving me stress. It's increasing my anxiety," I said, my  words laced with frustration.

 The sound of birds chirping in the distance seemed to fade into the background as I spoke.

He squeezed my hand reassuringly. 

"Tell me the reason, who's causing you problems, so I can make it better for you?" he asked, knowing well that I had joined this profession because I had dreamed of it since college.

I shook my head, feeling the softness of my hair brush against my shoulders. "No, not at all. Don't get involved in this. I just... I just want to quit this job. I'm fed up with it," I said, my voice cracking slightly.

"Okay, then quit. If it costs your peace, then quit," he said, his words a gentle breeze on a summer day. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

"Like I mean... certainly, you don't need to earn. I've got us. I've got you. There's no need for you to be unhappy," he added, his voice filled with conviction.

I felt a pang of uncertainty. "But then what? What do I do?" I asked, my eyes searching his face.

"Whatever you want. My cards are already with you. You already have my support. Enjoy your life," he replied, his smile warm and encouraging. 

I nodded slowly.

"Okay, but I need something to keep me busy. I can't stay at home," I said, my mind already racing with possibilities. 

"I'll find something, maybe another job or something of my own," I added.

"Okay, that's fine too. If it makes you happy, go for it," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"Decide and tell me. Whatever you like, I'll arrange everything for you." As he spoke, he gently stroked my hand.

I felt a sense of gratitude and love for this man, who had always been my rock. I knew that with him by my side, I could face anything.

A Warm Embrace!

I was standing near the entrance door, with one foot on the leather-upholstered stool, buckling up my heels, when the entrance door unlocked. I looked up, and it was him. 

As I caught his glimpse, I moved my arms forward, and he slid his hands around my waist, the warmth of his palms seeping through my clothes, wrapping his arms around me and enveloping me in his warm embrace, familiar scent – a mix of fresh air and his cologne. 

As soon as I felt myself against his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt a gentle caress against my skin, I closed my eyes. His hands moved up and down on my waist, the gentle pressure soothing, relaxing me. 

I tightened my grip as I hugged him over his shoulders, as if trying to hide myself in his arms. His grip tightened more around my waist, and I could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, – certainly, he could feel mine too.

And then, he picked me up in his arms, and my feet swung in the air. The soft fabric of his shirt brushed against my skin. A soft smile spread on my face as he twirled around with me in his arms. And then he stopped and I stepped down, still enveloped in his arms, placed my hands on his chest, looked up at him.

"I've missed you so much", he said. 

I looked down and then he held my hand in his hand, leading to the lounge, as i was walking behind him while holding his hand. He sat on the couch, opened his arms, I sat in his lap. He enveloped me in his warm embrace, my head rested on his shoulder, my forehead rested against his jawline. 

The One That Got Away!

 

         I was lying on the couch, with my legs in his lap as he sat beside me. His fingers were tracing patterns on my calf as we watched Netflix. 

"Want some fruit?" he asked.

I nodded, and he got up, went to the kitchen, and grabbed some fruit from the fridge. 

Instead of watching the show, my eyes fixed on him as he sliced the fruit facing me. My fingers, curved, covered my lips as my nails touched my lips; my cheeks blushed. Then, his eyes met mine, and a gentle smile played on his lips. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my cheeks grew warmer, the blush deepening. My fingers remained curved, covering my lips, as if trying to hold in the emotions swirling inside me. 

The sound of the knife slicing through the fruit was soothing, but my attention was fixed on him. He finished slicing the fruit and walked back to the couch, a plate in hand. 

Meanwhile, I placed my legs on the center table near the glass of water. 

"Here you go," he said. 

Instead of taking the plate, I moved my hand forward so he could hold mine. He looked confused, took my hand in his, and then I pulled him onto the couch to sit beside me. 

As he sat, I grabbed his collar and pulled him close. As I was bending my legs on the couch from the center table, the glass beside my legs slipped and fell, shattering on the floor but i didn't care. His gaze shifted instantly as he heard the noise of the glass cracking into pieces, but I placed my index finger under his chin, moved his face towards me.

He looked me in the eyes and placed the fruit plate beside him. His hands reached my waist, and then I stood on my knees on the couch and moved to his lap, still on my knees in his lap. His hands held my thighs, my wrist on his shoulder, and my hands around his neck. My gaze fixed on his lips, our lips inches apart, and then I burst into laughter and placed my forehead on his shoulder. 

He realized I was just messing around and said, "Ah, you got me." He placed his hand behind my back and hugged me tight, and we both started laughing.

A Peaceful Moment!

        

It was almost 3 in the morning when we reached home. I entered the house barefoot, shrugged off my coat, and placed it on the couch before heading straight to my room.

 He entered the house after parking the car, holding my heels in his hand, and placed them near the entrance door. 

I casually threw my phone onto the mattress and positioned the pillow near the footboard on his side of the bed. I lay on my stomach, parallel to the footboard.

He entered the room behind me, and a warm smile spread across his face as he caught sight of me. He kissed my head and sat on the bed across from me. 

We started talking, and I shared gossip I'd heard at the family gathering, while he filled me in on what was happening there. Our laughter and giggles filled the room, and we lost track of time.

"Can you guess how long we've been talking?" he asked. "Without looking at the time," he added. 

"I don't know. How long has it been?" I asked. 

"Two hours. It's been two hours," he said with a smile. 

"Seriously!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in wonder, and my lips curling into a sweet smile as I blushed. 

He nodded and said, "These two hours could turn into three, four, or five. I can listen to you all day long."

"Sometimes I talk a lot, and then I realize I'm talking too much, so I try to refrain myself," I said. 

"Never do that in front of me. You can talk to me about anything, anywhere, anytime",he said.

"Even if I'm not around, I'm just a call away. I'll listen to you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"Okay," I replied, looking out the window.

The sky was starting to dawn, and the light was peeking through the windows. The cool breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling in the wind, and the chirping of the birds filled the atmosphere. 

"It's so peaceful, isn't it?" I said. "You know, I love this peace," I added. 

"I know," he said, his voice calm and gentle.

"Okay, do one thing. Lie back and close your eyes," he said, kneeling on the ground near the bed. 

"While your eyes are closed, listen to the rustling of the wind through the leaves and the chirping of the birds, and then tell me how you feel", he added.

"Okay," I said with excitement, and he brought his cheek close to my temple.

"Breathe in," he whispered, his voice calm and gentle. 

"Breathe out." 

"Breathe in", his voice barely above the whisper.

"Breathe out." 

"Breathe in." 

"Breathe out." 

"I could fall asleep in this peace," I said, bursting into giggles and turning my face to the opposite direction.

"Despite the fact that I've been sleeping for hours on our way home," I added.

        A warm smile spread across his face, and he kissed my hair, and then placed his pillow parallel to mine and lay beside me, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me close. My forehead rested against his cheek, and my hand was on his chest.

A Spark that Lasts!

As I came out of my room in the morning, the bell rang, and our house help, Atiya, opened the main gate. After a while, she entered the lounge with a large bouquet of red velvet roses. 

The air filled with the sweet fragrance of the roses, and a warm smile spread across my face. I knew it was from him. 

She handed me the bouquet, and I found a note inside that read, "A sweet reminder that I'll be at your door to pick you up at 7:30." 

I handed the bouquet back to her and asked her to arrange them in a vase.

In the evening, a notification popped up on my phone—a text from him announcing his arrival while I was standing infront of the mirror in my room.

I came out of the house, wearing a sleeveless, coffee-brown leather midi dress with a scoop neck and medium straps, paired with a flounce at the bottom. 

My chocolate-brown balayage hair was tied in a voluminous, textured updo, and I wore a brown coat over my shoulders, holding my phone in one hand.

As I came out of the house, a warm smile spread across his face, and he approached me quickly, extending his hand. I placed my hand in his. 

"You're looking breathtakingly gorgeous," he said and kissed my hand. 

I blushed instantly, and he opened the car door for me. We sat down, and the journey began.

As we reached our destination, he opened the car door for me again, offered his hand, and I placed mine in his. 

We entered the building, took the elevator, and stopped at the top floor. His energy was so masculine that I found myself drawn to him, and I let him take the lead throughout the evening.

As we reached our table, which was situated close to the railing on the rooftop under the stars, he pulled out the chair for me. We settled in. 

The atmosphere was filled with the aroma of food, and soft music played smoothly in the background as the table was set up with our meal. I was captivated by the city lights, taking in the peaceful view as the cool breeze blew gently. 

I noticed him looking at me from the corner of my eye, and when I turned to him, he was waiting for me to notice him, holding an open box that showcased a sparkling ring. 

I looked up at him with a question in my eyes, and he asked, "Will you marry me?"

"It's just our second meetup, Mustafa," I said, my eyes filled with wonder.

"I know," he replied. 

"And I know that I want the rest of my life to be with you, to be around you. I love you, and I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"

I nodded, my eyes filling with tears, and moved forward my hand  to him. He pulled out the ring from the box and put it on my ring finger, then kissed my hand. 

I brought my hand close to me, glanced at it for a moment, and a little smile spread across my face. 

And then, I gazed out at the city lights, my mind was still excited about the ring on my finger.

A Letter that Never Was!

        I'm writing everything that I've ever wanted to say to you, but I couldn't, knowing that everyone will read this except you—the one for whom I'm pouring my heart out on this paper today. 

Meeting you for the first time, I realized you were the one I've always been waiting for! The one who was the answer to all those questions—what I'm looking for in a partner? Because you were everything I've ever been looking for! 

The one for whom I've been rejecting everyone, for whom I've never settled with anyone else, for whom I've never been in a relationship. 

The one who made me realize what love actually is, how it feels to fall in love. The one whose one look is enough. And just by a glance at you, my eyes shine, my lips curl into a smile, my soul calms, my mind finds its peace, my heart finds its home, and my worries fade away... 

           Calling your name unintentionally whenever I'm worried somehow calms my mind quickly. And whenever I feel anxious and you're not around, I search for your warmth—to be in your arms, to place my hands on your chest, to have your arms around my waist, to feel secure, to calm my worries, to ease my mind, and to be able to relax. 

I find you in every beautiful thing. Just by looking at you, I get lost in my own fantasy world, a world where just the two of us exist, a world where nothing matters but the two of us, a world where you know the situation of my heart, a world where I could be in your arms, a world where I don't have to live without you. 

I close my eyes to sleep, and you're already in my bed, your arms wrapped around my waist, my hands on your chest, my forehead resting against your chin, and just like that, I drift off to sleep every night, feeling safe in your arms. Even though I know you're not around me. 

        I know you love me the most. I know you want to give me everything I've ever wanted. I know you want to provide me with the life I've ever dreamed of. I know you'd do anything to bring a smile to my face. But I guess fate had other plans. 

Despite the fact that my heart is filled with love for you, I didn't ask for you in my prayers. Perhaps I couldn't... 

        You know the saddest part—that you don't even know how I feel about you. And I don't have the courage to confess my feelings to you, to tell you that it's not one-sided, it was never one-sided. I loved you too. And I've never stopped loving you. I love you so so so much.

I wish you could read my soul and feel the depth of what I actually felt for you. You don't know how much I adore you. And maybe you'll never know. I was, I am, and I'll always be in love with you. They say first love is always incomplete, and I think they're right.

The Unspoken Tension!

        A notification popped up on my phone — a text from him announcing his arrival. I ignored the message and walked toward outside.

As I stepped out of the salon in a stunning lavender lehenga, the warm sunlight danced across the intricate embroidery, while he was standing infront of the salon. He straightened up from leaning against his car, his gaze lingering on me with admiration. 

I avoided eye contact, my gaze drifting away, and he sensed my reluctance. I started walking towards him, the rustle of my lehenga's fabric echoing softly with each step. 

        As I approached the car, he opened the door for me, carefully arranging my lehenga to prevent it from getting caught, his fingers brushing against the fabric. The air conditioning's gentle hum enveloped me as I settled in.

After closing the door, he got into the driver's seat and started the car. I looked out the window, trying to distance myself from him.

When we arrived at our destination, he opened the door for me. As I was about to step out of the car, he offered his hand for support, anticipating my need for help in the heavy lehenga. 

I gazed at his outstretched hand for a moment, a mind still simmering with anger. With family members watching us from the entrance, I discreetly placed my dupatta in his hand instead of taking his, subtly conveying my desire to keep him at a distance without drawing attention.

        As we entered the grand marquee, the soft glow of the chandeliers above cast a warm ambiance, and the hum of conversation filled the air. The scent of fresh flowers wafted through the room, mingling with the faint aroma of food from the buffet. 

After greeting everyone, he pulled out a chair for me, so we could sit together. However, I ignored him, pretending not to notice, and walked to the other side of the table, the cool glass of the table a subtle comfort against my fingertips as I grasped the edge, I sat across from him. 

For a moment, he stood there, watching me walk away from him, knowing well that I was intentionally ignoring him. Then, he walked towards me and sat beside me.

        As we stepped out of the marquee, the cool night air enveloped us, a welcome contrast to the warmth we'd left behind. The soft glow of the fairy lights and lanterns still twinkled within the marquee, but outside, the dimly lit surroundings seemed subdued in comparison. 

The soft rustle of my lehenga swishing against my legs as I moved. I picked the front of my lehenga in my hands, feeling the intricate embroidery beneath my fingertips, and was about take a step down, when he extended his hand to help me down the step, but I glanced at it from the corner of my eye and looked away. 

I walked past him, leaving his outstretched hand hanging in the air, and headed straight to the car, which the valet had brought around to the front of the marquee. 

The scent of polished leather wafted up as I settled into the passenger seat beside the driver's seat, he got in after me, took the driver's seat, and started driving, the warm glow of the dashboard lights casting a soft light on the interior.

        When we arrived home, the car stopped at the main gate, and the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires filled the air. I opened the door, got out barefoot, feeling the cool breeze on my skin and the rough texture of the driveway beneath my feet. I left my heels in the car, having grown tired of wearing them the whole time. 

Meanwhile, the gardener opened the main gate, its creaky hinges echoing through the quiet air. I entered the house, the heavy lehenga swaying against my legs as I walked, its intricate fabric weighing me down. The delicate embroidery rustled softly against my palms as I held it up from the front, the gentle sound accompanied by the subtle jingling of my anklets and the soft swish of the fabric against my skin while he observed me from the car. 

The scent of jasmine wafted through the air, from the lawn outside, carried in through the open glass door. The sweet fragrance mingling with the faint fragrance of perfume on my skin as I walked towards my room to change, the familiar comfort of my space enveloping me like a warm hug.

In the meantime, he parked the car, the sound of the engine dying down and the crunch of gravel beneath the tires signaling the end of our journey.

        As I entered my room, the air was filled with the scent of roses. A stunning bouquet of nearly 100 red velvet roses adorned my bed, with a small box nestled beside it. 

I walked towards the arrangement, my fingers grazing the soft petals with a gentle touch, feeling the delicate texture and slight give of the rose's velvety surface. The soft rustle of the petals and the faint hum of the air conditioner in the background created a soothing melody.

I knew instinctively that Mustafa had arranged this romantic gesture. I opened the box, the creak of the lid broke the silence, revealing a beautiful gold bracelet that sparkled in the light. 

For a moment, I got lost in my thoughts, but then my reverie was replaced with a sudden burst of action. I closed the box and placed it on the couch, then carefully lifted the bouquet off the bed and dragged it down to the floor. I positioned it in the corner of my room, standing it upright with the stems wrapped in the sheets. 

        And then, I headed to the washroom to change out of my dress. After changing, I came out of my room, wearing a scoop neck loose Tshirt and stood near the kitchen counter, pouring water into a glass. The cool liquid splashed against the glass, and the sound of it filled the air.

From there, I spotted him standing on the porch, holding my heels in his hand—the same ones I had left in the car moments ago. He was engrossed in conversation with the gardener near the entrance door.

He caught sight of me from the corner of his eye. I picked up the glass and went into my room, thinking he'd head to the study room upstairs to rest, as he had slept there the night before. 

However, as I turned to dim the lights in my room, I saw him sitting in the lounge outside, waiting for me.

As I saw him, I slid into bed, pulled the blanket up to my waist, and turned my back to him, pretending to sleep rather than talk. 

He sensed I was ignoring him and got up, dimming the lounge lights before heading upstairs. I didn't bother to turn or look. I closed my eyes and fell asleep soon after.

        It was two in the morning. I was in a deep sleep when I felt him gently running his fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes slightly and saw him near my bed. 

As our eyes met, my gaze drifted away, and I let out a silent sigh. Not again, I thought. The last thing I wanted was to face him.

I sat up in bed, and he knelt down beside it, taking my hands in his gently but firmly. 

"You know why I came here," he said, looking at me. 

I kept my gaze on the floor, neither speaking nor showing any expression.

"I miss you," he continued. 

"I missed you so much. I came to apologize. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." His eyes searched for a reaction, but I remained still. 

"Say something," he added.

"What should I say?" I asked without looking at him. "What do you want me to say?"

He sat beside me, facing me, and held my chin, turning my face toward him. 

"Please forgive me. I can't live like this", he said.

I turned my face away again, and he pulled me close, hugging me. While i remained still, my hands resting limply in my lap.

"I love you," he said. "I love you so much. You know I loved you more than anything in my life. I promise I'll never do that again", he said and kissed my head as he held me. 

        As I freed myself from his hug, the soft fabric of his shirt brushed against my skin. He looked at me, his eyes searching for answers, and asked, "Can I stay here tonight?" 

I knew he hadn't slept well in the study room the previous night, so I let out a sigh and hummed in agreement. 

I placed cushions in the center of the bed, creating a barrier between us, lay down on my side, feeling the coolness of the sheets against my skin, turned my back to him, pulled the blanket up to my waist, and closed my eyes to sleep. 

For a moment, he sat there, watching me, before getting up to turn off the lights and lying down on the other side of the cushions.

        In the morning, the warm sunlight streaming through the window woke me up. I found myself wrapped in his arms, my hands tucked under my chin against his chest, my forehead against his chin, and his arms wrapped around my waist. 

The scent of his cologne lingered on his shirt, and his chest rose and fell with each gentle breath. I looked up at him, and he was still fast asleep. I glanced around, noticing that the cushions I had placed between us the night before were now on the couch near the bed, softly illuminated by the morning light. I wanted to get out of his arms, but I was wrapped too tightly. 

Instead, I stayed still, pondering how I'd ended up in his arms. When I felt him stir, I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep.

He shifted slightly to get a better look at me, then pulled me close, his warm breath on my hair, kissed my head, and hugged me tightly. 

        Afterward, he got up carefully, trying not to disturb me, and held my hand in his. The back of my hand rested in his palm as he slid my wedding ring back onto my finger—the same ring I had thrown at him during a tantrum. 

The metal felt cool against my skin, as he put the ring back in place, he kissed my head and left the room, the door creaking softly as it closed behind him. I opened my eyes, and my gaze lingered on the wedding ring on my finger. I kept looking at it for a while, lost in thought. 

As it Rains!

As I stood near the entrance door in front of the wide glass wall, lost in thought, gazing out at the rain-soaked view, the droplets on the glass created a soothing melody.

Suddenly, he appeared out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around me from behind, his warm breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. My arms rested on top of his, and he gently kissed the side of my head, his lips brushing against my hair. 

As he did, his cheek came to rest against the side of my head. In that cold evening, his warm embrace was everything that I could have ever wanted. 

I turned to him while still in his arms, placed my hands on his chest, felt the steady beat of his heart, looked up at him, and said, "I want to go for a walk... outside... in this rain... with you". 

"Lady's first," he replied with a smile.

        As I got out of his arms while smiling, I placed my hands on my thighs, held the fabric of my gown in my palm, and ran away from him towards the outside, the sound of the rain growing louder. 

He picked the umbrella from the holder beside the entrance door, opened it with a soft whoosh, and started walking behind me while covering me with it. 

The scent of wet earth and leaves filled the air as we walked. I gazed at the rain-kissed view, feeling refreshed and alive, my eyes sparkling with excitement as a sweet smile spread across my face.

"You love the rain, don't you?" he said while looking at me, his voice low and gentle. 

"Of course, it's my favorite, even if it's winter or summer," I replied, feeling the cool raindrops on my skin as I stepped up onto a small wall, about 1 or 2 ft high, beside the plants. 

"Be careful," he said, while holding my hand. 

"Oh, don't worry, it's fun," I said while walking on the thin, small wall. "I won't fall," I added. 

"Even if you fell, I'd hold you," he said with a smirk. 

I blushed while looking at him. And then, I stepped off the wall, I held my gown up in one hand, while the other hand was securely in his. I deliberately placed my foot into the puddle of water that had gathered beside the wall. 

The cool water enveloped my feet as i was wearing strappy heels, and I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with mischief, and giggled. 

His face lit up with a warm smile as he gazed at me, clearly delighted by my happiness.

Without warning, I kicked a splash of water onto him, and took off running, my giggles echoing through the air. 

He chased after me, his footsteps pounding the ground, and soon caught up to me. 

He wrapped his arms around me, his hands slid across my stomach, pulling me close to his chest. I felt myself collide with him, and my giggles intensified. Then, in a joyful spin, he twirled me around, our laughter mingling together in the rain-soaked air.

A Night of Love & Laughter!

I was going to his family's house for a merienda, dressed in a navy blue velvet fit-and-flare dress, in the car, minding my own business. I thought I was going to attend this get together without him and he'd join me later. Then, the car stopped, and I leaned forward to see through the windshield why it had stopped. It was him. 

He asked the driver to get out of the car and take his car home, saying he'd take me to the destination. The driver did exactly as he was asked. He took the driving seat, looked at me through the rearview mirror, and said teasingly, "I'm here at your service, ma'am." 

I blushed and grabbed both sides of the front seat with my hands as I approached the passenger seat, placing my heel on the seat. His eyes locked on my calf muscle for a second. Then, he took my hand, placed it on his shoulder, and his hand reached to my waist to hold me while holding my other hand in his. As his hand reached at my waist, I felt a spark of electricity. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. "I've been wanting to do that all night," he said, his voice low and husky. 

I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. While sitting "What's that?" I asked, trying to sound casual. He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. "I've been wanting to hold you close all night", he whispered. I looked away while blushing and pushed him away by placing my hand on his chest, he smiled and started the car.

        As we reached the destination, he got out of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, he took my hand and pulled me close. 

"Shall we make an entrance together?" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. 

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement.

        After merienda at his family's house, we all went out to get in the cars for a walk in the fresh air. And the cars stopped near the park. As we strolled along the lake's winding track. The cool breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The branches of the trees swayed gently in the wind, their leaves rustling softly. The lake's calm surface reflected the cloudy sky, creating a sense of perfect symmetry.

While everyone else chatted and laughed, I walked ahead, lost in thought, taking in the peaceful atmosphere. The cool weather and serene environment seemed to quiet my mind, and I felt my worries fade away. 

Mustafa noticed my silence and approached me, his footsteps quiet on the path. He wrapped his arm around my waist, his touch warm and comforting. 

"What happened? Is there anything disturbing you?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

I looked up at him, feeling a sense of gratitude for his thoughtfulness. 

"No, not at all," I said, smiling. 

He searched my face, his eyes narrowing slightly as if asking, "You sure?" 

 "I'm just enjoying this environment. It's so peaceful", I reassured him.

He nodded, his expression softening, and took my hand in his. His hand was warm and strong, enveloping mine in a gentle grasp. 

"You know, this is my favorite spot in the whole city," I said, feeling a sense of connection to the place. 

"I can spend the whole day just sitting here, watching the lake," I continued, feeling the stress melt away. 

Mustafa smiled, his eyes sparkling with the idea, and said, "Let's make it a regular spot for us, then".

"I'll bring you here whenever you need a break from the city chaos," he said, his voice filled with promise. 

I nodded while squeezing his hand gently. The peaceful atmosphere and each other's company made everything feel right with the world. 

        As we were walking, there was a spot where a singer was performing a live show under the cloudy sky. Some people were sitting, while others were standing and watching the performance, moving their bodies to the music. The dim lights of the venue cast a romantic glow over the scene, and the twinkling stars above added to the magic.

We stopped, our gazes exchanged, then he took my hand, and we entered the open-air spot. Then, he pulled me close, one hand holding mine while the other wrapped around my waist; I placed my hand on the back of his shoulder, with my arm resting on his biceps. I raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a smile, and we started dancing.

The singer's soulful voice filled the air as we swayed to the rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The world around us melted away, leaving only the melody, the beat, and the gentle pressure of his hand on my waist. 

I twirled between his arms, feeling the freedom and exhilaration of the moment. The cool night breeze rustled my hair, carrying the distant sounds of the city into the background.

Then, with a sudden pull, he drew me close, and I felt myself hit his chest with a gentle force. I felt the warmth of his body, the gentle pressure of his fingers on my skin, and the soft fabric of his shirt against my palm.

My leg naturally wrapped around one of his knees, and I slowly slid it down to his feet, our bodies still swaying to the rhythm.

And then, I swayed away, our hands still touching, and he rolled me around his arm with a gentle force. The music seemed to guide us, and our movements became one. 

Finally, I came to rest in his arms; I laid down in his arms while he was holding me by the waist, and then he pulled me up with a gentle force. I started giggling, feeling safe and connected in his arms. 

Everyone started clapping and hooting. I turned around, blushing, while still in his arms. I nodded slightly and then Mustafa kissed my hair with a smile.

"Wanna enjoy a ride?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"Umm," I said, hesitating for a moment as I scanned the colorful array of rides. 

"Yeah, that one," I said, pointing to the chair swing ride, my eyes lighting up with anticipation. 

He smiled, nodded, and led the way to the swing, his hand wrapping warmly around mine.

As we reached the ride, he pulled up the barrier of the chair and helped me sit down, his hands brushing against mine as he guided me into place. He released the barrier, and I felt a slight jolt as it clicked into position. 

The ride attendant, dressed in a brightly colored uniform, approached me, but Mustafa gestured him off with a confident smile. "I'll take care of it," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Mustafa helped me buckle up the belt, his fingers grazing against my waist as he adjusted the strap. 

"Comfortable?" he asked, and I nodded.

The ride attendant's voice boomed through the speakers, announcing that the ride was about to start. 

Mustafa kissed my hand, his lips warm and gentle, and stepped back while my eyes followed him as he stood there, watching us with a warm smile.

As the ride started, his brother, sitting in the next chair, shouted, "Whoo-hoo!" and asked everyone to join in. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and shouting, and I couldn't help but giggle and hoot along. 

As we soared through the air, I caught Mustafa's gaze, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

"Are you having fun?" his brother asked, his voice carrying over the din of the ride. 

"Of course! I'm loving this ride!" I replied, my voice barely audible over the roar of the ride.

As the ride came to a stop, Mustafa approached me, unbuckling the belt and helping me get off the ride. 

"Oh, I'm feeling vertigo," I said, giggling and stumbling slightly. 

He wrapped his arm around my waist, his touch warm and reassuring. 

"Let me help you," he said, his voice low and gentle, as he prepared to scoop me up in his arms.

"No, no, not here. I can walk," I said, while  placing my hand on his chest, my voice firm.

He chuckled as he noticed my hesitation, and nodded, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 

I wrapped my hand around his biceps, and we walked out of the riding area together. 

        He walked away to get tickets for the bumper car rides, the sound of laughter and revving engines filled the air. I sat on the bench in front of the ride area. 

When he returned with the tickets, he casually handed them to me, his fingers brushing against mine. I took a look at the tickets and handed the tickets back to him, and his concerned eyes fixed on me.

"You go. I don't want to join; my head is still spinning from the chair swing ride", I said.

"Then I'm not going either. I'm staying here with her," he said, giving the tickets to his cousin. 

"No, no! You go! I'm fine. I'm going to watch you guys from here," I said with a reassuring blink, trying to convince him that I was okay. 

He nodded, and they all headed off to enjoy the ride. I watched them, laughing and bumping into each other, their joyful shouts and giggles carrying through the air.

        As I sat there, an elderly lady came and sat beside me on the bench. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, her eyes crinkling at the corners. I could sense she thought I was waiting for my child, to get off the ride. 

But as the ride ended and Mustafa came bounding towards me, a warm smile spread across my face. The elderly lady's gaze followed him, and she seemed captivated by his good looks. (She kept looking at him the whole time).

Mustafa reached out his hand, and I placed both of my hands in his, feeling the warmth of his palm. 

"Feeling better?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

 I nodded, and he pulled me towards him. 

"I want to eat. I'm craving something," I said. 

"Okay, what are you craving?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.

"Crisp sphere eaten," I said, my excitement evident in my voice. 

The sound of sizzling food from the nearby stalls made my mouth water. 

"Let's go then," he said, his arm wrapping around my waist. 

"Let me ask them if they'll join us," I said, turning to call out to the others.

"Oh, they'll come after us and join," he said, his arm tightening around me. 

I gave him a look and playfully jabbed him in the chest, and he chuckled. 

"Anyone craving crisp sphere eaten?" I asked, turning to the others. 

Everyone agreed with excitement, their faces lighting up at the prospect of food.

        His brother handed me the cold coffee in a sealed cup with a wide white straw, its icy contents rattling softly as he placed it in my hands. I didn't have the heart to tell him I detested coffee, so I accepted it with a polite smile. 

To pretend I was drinking it, I brought the cup close to my lips, the chilled glass a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin, and held the straw between my lips, but didn't take a sip. 

Meanwhile, Mustafa appeared beside me, a glass of fresh juice in hand, its vibrant color and enticing aroma a welcome respite from the bitter scent of coffee. 

''Didn't you hate coffee?" he asked with curiosity, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 

''Oh, I do,'' I replied, relieved. 

He chuckled, took the coffee cup from me, the straw still bearing the faint imprint of my lipstick, and handed me the fresh juice. 

To my surprise, he raised the coffee cup to his lips and casually took a sip from my lipstick-stained straw. 

"Should we play Ludo?" his brother asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

The others eagerly agreed, and the air was filled with excitement. 

"No, I don't think I can," I said hesitantly. "I don't even know how to play." 

His brother chuckled. "Don't worry, we'll teach you. Just come and join us." 

I couldn't resist their enthusiasm, so I agreed. Mustafa suggested forming partnerships, and the others nodded in agreement, and Mustafa became my partner. 

As we played, Mustafa skillfully made clever moves on my behalf, and I'd occasionally come up with a suggestion that Mustafa would thoughtfully incorporate into his strategy.

To my surprise, I won despite not knowing how to play – and everyone, including Mustafa, lost the game!

Everyone started teasing Mustafa, saying, "You went easy on her, didn't you?" 

His brother joked, ''Mustafa's got a soft spot!''

I blushed, looking at Mustafa with a smile.

"I'd lose every game in the world if it puts a smile on her face", he said while nodding his head good-naturedly.

The atmosphere erupts in a fit of hooting and giggles, with everyone playfully teasing Mustafa about his romantic declaration. 

The air was filled with laughter and playful jabs, and I felt happy to be surrounded by such warm and caring people

        They stopped the cars near an ice cream station, and the guys jumped out to order ice cream for everyone after asking for our flavor preferences. 

Meanwhile, we waited outside by the cars, feeling the cool gentle breeze in front of the colorful ice cream station. The sweet aroma of waffle cones and melting chocolate wafted through the air, teasing our taste buds.

As the guys returned with our treats, Mustafa handed me my cone. I looked down, carefully taking the cone from his hands, to make sure I didn't drop ice cream. 

As I looked up at him, I saw that his eyes had been fixed on me the whole time, and his gaze lingered on me, as if he was admiring me - I could tell he was fascinated by me.

In his lingering gaze I felt the world melt away, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the cool breeze brushing against us.