I never knew LOVE could be this much beautiful.....

And I never thought that a morning sight of her could be this mesmerizing.....

I wonder.... how can be someone this attracting to me....

She is the whiskey I drank in bar!

I never meant to go on the street,

I never meant to walk down,

and yet I find myself never wanting to sober up

Hers is an old fashioned heart that holdes timeless love,

she's a three page love letter in a world of relationship status updates!

I was still smiling like a teenager just my looking at her... although her face wasn't towards me but still her back was.... her hair were all around my pillow. Her fragrance was all that intoxicated me. Her presence was enough to make me lose control.

Just like yesterday....

The best moments I could have in my life.....

Her reaction...

Her actions....

Her movements...

Her body....

Her hands...

Her face...

Her eyes...

Her lips....

Her hair...

Her blushed cheeks....

Even her tears....

Every thing related to her was making me go crazy....

She always says that her mark is the biggest reality of hers....

But I guess, her LOVE is the biggest reality of her.... the biggest treasure she got...

Because loving someone despite of not getting anything in return is a big task....

And she had completed this task with me...

Ending up making me fall in love with her too....

Never in my life I had thought of falling in love with someone.... and falling so hard that even the distance of an arm wasn't acceptable for me....

I still remember her shyness and words last night...

.

She had slept but I didn't....

How could I... when she is this much near to me.

How can I miss the chance of not saving this moment.

My thoughts were disrupted by her movement.

I was still at my position, head on my palm and lying on a side with the help of my elbow.

She moved, facing towards me.

She stretched her arm and her neck got a little more exposed due to open buttons of my shirt.

Yeah she was wearing my shirt.

I can clearly see the love bites....

That claims her as mine....

I smirked at my own thought.

She faced me and I said,

"Good morning love..."

She smiled sleepy and hugged me by my waist and put her head on my chest saying,

"Good mor...n" and then no sound was heard.

Only her slow breathing over my heart could be felt.

She thinks she was dreaming....

Dreaming of me saying ' good morning love' and she hugging me.

How naive....

Today I won't get up until she does.

Today I wanna see her reaction.

Making her blush a little more than the last night....

Why I just wanna sleep more and more today....

It feels so good. This pillow and bed is so smooth...

But the pillow I am hugging is a bit hard....

I should change it with a soft one...

I, With my half eyes closed tried to remind the pillow but...it wasn't moving...

What the hell...

I sleepily looked up and all my sleep went .... my eyes were about to come out of my sockets.

I WAS AGAIN SLEEPING ON SHEHARYAR!

Thank God he isn't up. I tried to move but his hold over my waist was not letting me more a bit.

My eyes then travelled to my shirt....

Actually HIS shirt and all the moments of last night came running one by one across my head.

A smile played on my lips because of everything that happened last night...

His words....

His promises....

His kisses....

His touch...

Everything made the night a memorable one...

My hands unwantedly moved over his face, holding his cheeks.

I was just looking at his face.

His eyes.... lips....

His lips felt so perfect over mines.

My thumb was tracing the path of his lips.

I was smiling seeing his facial features when suddenly I felt a kiss over my thumb.

I eyes snapped open and looked towards this face and his eyes were wide open. Infact he was smirking.

I abruptly pulled my hand away and looked anywhere else but his face.

His stares were deep and so his touch was....

"I can go back to pretending to be a sleep if you go ahead of what you were doing right now ...."

So I was right! He was pretending to sleep.

"I.... I...was...wasn't do...doing...anything"

Soha be confident!

"Oh... really?"

I nodded.

He took hold of my hand that was on his face a few seconds ago and placed that on his face.

"Okay then keep it like this.....

I like it...."

I just wanna get out of here or I'll die out of embarrassment or shyness...

"So... can I have my breakfast?"

Thank God! Yeah... just leave me and go have your breakfast...

"Yeah.... ofcourse" I smiled and tried to move but ended up falling on him.

He hold me by my waist and turned us both around so that he was over my top with his hands on both side of my head.

"Wh....at.... are....y...doing" I stammered at his sudden act.

"Having my breakfast...." he smirked.

My eyes widened...

He didn't mean that....

Or did he?

"I want a jug of juice of kisses...."

He kissed my jawline making me close my eyes....

But my senses were hyperactive.

"A toast of deep hugs....."

He went towards my neck whispering...

"And and end with a special dish of flavour of your lips...."

And then his lips claimed mine in a never ending kiss.....

And I kissed him back with the same favour....

Serving him the best breakfast he could ever have....

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Its been a week since I have been trying to contact haarib...

Soha also don't have any contact with him since 4 days....

I also don't wanna disturb her again and again on her vacations....

Whenever I went to meet him he is either sleeping or not at home.

Aj toh mil k hi jao gi yaha se...

I am a little bit more stubborn than you! Mr. New York.

I was standing beside the car outside Sheharyar's mansion.

It was 7 in the evening. I have come from the job and I was mow waiting for him to come out. From past few days, he always go out at this time but I always gets late from duty and until I come, he runs away...

I have been coming almost daily here so, I won't go inside today... it feels embarrassed.

Aunty kia sochti hon gi mere baray mai... dost yaha hai nahi aur roz aa k baith jati ha.

My thoughts stopped as my eyes caught the glimps of him.

Haarib...

I guess he saw me waiting so he came towards my car instead of going towards his.

He looked.... different.

Strange looks, grown up beard... looks like he haven't shaved for months...

But there was something else....

his eyes....

They were confused....frighten...anger....

I couldn't figure out...

"Hey!" He smiled but that smile didn't reached his eyes.

Kia ho gaya hai haarib....

I was so worried.... just look at his face....

He looks so devastating...

"Hi!" I replied.

"Why are you standing outside... come on lets go inside. Its a bit cold outside. " despite of his not so good condition, he was still able to maintain the 'so called gentleman' behaviour.

Haarib! Why are you so nice? Its making me suffocating....

"Umm... no! I.... I... was here to meet you. " I was finding words...

For the first time in my whole freaking life! I have been speechless for the second time. And both of the time it was him who did this to me...

Array yar! Kia cheez ho tum!

Kabhi logo ka dil yu hansi mazaq mai hi jeet lety ho.... aur kabhi apna dukh yu chupa lety ho as if nothing happened.

"So... you are just gonna go by saying me Hi?" He asked with still the fake smile that was making me hate myself more.

"Can.... can we go for a coffee out somewhere?" I asked with a little bit confidence.

He looked at me confusingly and then nodded.

"Come on lets go in my car. " he said and moved towards his car that was standing at the other corner of road.

"No...I... I have my own. " I tried to explain but he turned around and said,

"Ab larki ne date par jane ka bola hai toh atleast give me the honour of drive and payment?" He now smiled a real one ...

Shukar hai! Hansa toh!

I didn't protest and locked my car and went to sit beside him in the car.

Neither he spoke a word nor I did.

Silence was all between us...

Silence between two people who never stopped talking.... STRANGE..

Suddenly his mobile rang. He picked up and said,

"Yeah! I would be late. Just wait for me. I'll be there soon. I have to talk about something important. "

And then he hung up the call.

"If you need to go somewhere, you can...I can come tomorrow..." I tried to reason myself.

"No!its okay!" He said and drove the car quietly.

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"The only reason of all my rude behaviour was only my condition and my circumstances in which I have been living..... my family is a little bit over protective... and you know when something becomes extreme, even if its love, it causes suffocation....

I don't wanna let my mom down ever..."

I tried to reason myself after my apologies.

We both came in a coffee shop near by and sat at a quite corner. After he ordered coffee for both of us, I started my explanation that ended up exactly what I had thought of.... my unshed tears.

"Meri bhabi chahti han k meri shadi un k bhai k sath ho. And bhai would never allow me to do a love marriage. Humari family mai kabhi bhi kisi ne apni pasand se shadi nahi ki aur na hi koi kary ga. Infact! Humare baray han na ye sab faisla karne waly. Why should we be involved in it. "

I took a deep breath....

"Haarib! Tum bohat achay ho... I respect your feelings and that day in the orphanage I seriously didn't know of what I was saying or wha...."

I stopped because the waiter brought the coffee. After he served us and went I wasn't able to say anything more. I was trying to hide my tears.

I looked outside through the window and suddenly started coughing.

This usually happens when I hold back my tears.

"Don't stop them...." I looked at him who now finally spoke a word in my whole speech.

But I was confused of what he was saying.

"Don't stop your tears. They would make you cough more. Aur agr ap yaha khansti hi reh gai toh ye coffee kon piye ga?" He smiled. A real one.

I coughed a little more but then I took deep breaths and got normal.

"Haarib! Just don't push your feelings forward. I can't give you what you deserve. You are a handsome successful bachelor. You have alot of girls who could be thebest companion. Mujh par apna time kiu zaya kar rahy ho?"

I looked at him who was as calm as the cold wind.

Is insan ko kitna mushkil ha samjhana....

"So now you are complementing me?" He raised an eyebrow, taking few sips of his coffee.

Arrgghh! Why is he so....

I am trying to explain myself aur is begairat ko abhi bhi flirt suj raha ha..

I kicked his feet under the table.

"Ouuchhh" he winced.

"Did it hurt! Good! Because I am being serious here and all you have to do is joke! THIS ISN'T A JOKE MR. HAARIB! I AM TRYING TO BE SERIOUS HERE!" I glared at him and he now made a serious face and toom a deep breath before speaking.

"Ifra! I am also being serious here. I. LOVE. YOU. and that's what I really know. I have never been behind a girl ever but I don't know what's in you that's been attractive. Aur rahi baat ap k ghar walo ko mananay ki toh woh kam mera hai k kaisay is love ko arranged marriage ki tarha show karna ha. But all I need to know is a simple question with a 'yes' or 'no' answer and just answer it truthfully ifra. Because our next decision would be based this answer. "

His seriousness in the tone was frightening me.

"DO. YOU. LOVE. ME? OR WOULD YOU LIKE TO MARRY ME?"

He asked with emphasizing each and every word.

Haarib! Ye kia puch lia ha!

Please kuch bhi puch laty par.... yeh....

Ofcourse I like you... who dumbo won't have loved you. Your looks, your attitude, your behaviour, your jokes, your smile.... everything about you is perfect.

But...

"Haari..." I tried to speak but he cut me off.

"YES or NO?"

I looked at his eyes that were full of need and love.

They were screaming for love and understanding....

His eyes were begging me to say yes...

And my tongue was ready to say yes but my lips were sealed.

"Mai tumhari khamoshi samajh sakta hu ifra....koi baat nahi.... may you get your best companion of life. Aur dua hai k woh tumhay itna khush rakhay k in ankho mai kabhi ansu na aye...."

With that said he stood up from his seat and paid the waiter and then was going out towards the door.

With his every step moving away from me.... my heart beat was getting increased.

I was sitting there like a statue on yhe seat.

Ifra! Stop him...

But what about my family... their norms and values....

They won't let me.....

Ifra it's time to stop HIM...

Yeh sab baad ma bhi socha ja sakta ha....

Ifra gooo! Stop him or you'll lose him forever.

"Haaribbbb!" I ran towards him outside the coffee shop.

He was opening the door of his car when I called him.

"Haaribbb" he turned around and looked at me.

I moved forward immediately and stood just a step away from him.

"Ifra...." he was saying something but I refused to listen to him and slapped him....

Kuch ziyada hi zor se mar di ....

"Konsi film k hero samajhty ho apne ap ko? Huh! Larki agr kuch nahi bol rahi toh kia khud se us ka matlb nikal k baith jao gay?" I was beyond furious.

Khud ka gussa haarib par nikal dia sara.

"Ifra I ... I am sorry...I...mai... mujhe nahi pata..." he started blabbering.

I smiled inside. Galati meri hai phir bhi khud maafi mang raha ha...

Just the way I wanted him to be...