Rewrite the Stars

Chapter 32: Jealousy and Love

"I get jealous because
I'm so damn in love with you"
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Hareem:
I could feel little movements beside me which I so much tried to ignore, so that I could go back to my sleep. I turned onto my side and patted the space next to me, but frowned upon not feeling anything underneath my hand. Ain't I supposed to be having tingly feeling as my hand touched his and a spark of electricity ran through my entire body system. Isn't that what happens in books and movies? Why don't I get this feeling? I started tapping the space next to me.
As if I could come in contact with his hand or something!
I groaned and poked an eye open just to close them as the bright day light messed with my eyesight. I sighed and held my head with my hands. Where the hell is he? Just then as my thoughts were running wild and anger was making it's way through my bones I heard the click of the door and saw him entering while talking to the phone. I perked up on bed as I saw him speak in the phone. I was waiting for his signature gesture which he's been doing for a week now, but my expectations broke when he ignored me and went in the closet still talking to God knows who. A sad pout formed on my lips as I slowly get up from the bed. I glanced at him and he was really busy talking to that person on the phone.
I so hate this person!
I made my way to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. I was a bit furiously brushing my teeth because I'm angry at him. First he left me alone in the morning and now he ignored me. He didn't even glance at me. It's been a week since I've come here and those seven days were the best days of my life. We spent loads of quality time together. He made me dishes which he mastered in the time period he was here. In the night we would watch a movie in that magical balcony and then snuggled into each other and sleep through the night in each other's arm. Those days were magical. I really felt like I was living here for a long time. The homesickness got to me, but he was there to comfort me. It all changed when he told me yesterday morning that he'll be starting work now. I had no issue with that. I can't keep him succumbed to home so that I could spend time with him. He has to go to work. I was busy in my thoughts when I heard his voice
"Are you gonna just stand there or come out?" I glanced at him and there he was standing at the edge of the bathroom door looking at me with his dark oceanic eyes with a smirk on his lips and arms crossed across his chest. Wow! He's smirking. He smiles a lot, but I've never seen him smirk that often. I didn't take him to be the type to smirk. I washed my mouth and was applying face wash on my face when he chose to stand right behind me. He was close, real close that I felt his chest come in direct contact with my back. My hands stopped working and I looked at him through the mirror. He was still smirking and that irked me, so I asked
"What?" My question came a bit too harsh than I intended, but he laughed. I was about to say something when he said
"Wash your face". I kept staring at him like he has grown two heads. He was matching the intensity of my stare, but was I backing out?
No!
Was I getting scared of his stare?
No again! Maybe a bit... nervous but definitely not scared.
"Wash your face Hareem". My composure broke as he said my name. I shouldn't be this.... I can't even get the right word. There's this pull or something else entirely in the way my name always comes out of his mouth. It's like only he has the right to say my name like that. I huffed and washed my face. I turned around to grab the towel, but he was quick to offer it to me. I gave him a wide smile for his gentlemanly gesture.
Note the sarcasm.
I folded my arms across my chest and looked at him, waiting for him to say something. He sighed and pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. My shoulders feel relaxed and I snuggled more into him. He let his nose run in my hair. I muttered
"You ignored me". He stopped his actions and pulled away from me. With his thumb beneath my chin, he lifted my face up and said
"Sorry. I didn't mean to". I nodded my head and said
"Who were you talking to?" He shrugged and said
"Just a colleague". I nodded my head and he asked
"Now tell me what you want for breakfast?" I shook my head and said
"Let me prepare it. You should be getting ready for your work". He let me go and I went downstairs to start with breakfast. I decided to make some omelette and toast some breads and tea for me and coffee for him. I love coffee but I can't go on a day without having a morning tea. Rohaan is a coffee person and doesn't care about tea that much. I was placing the breakfast on the table when he came downstairs dressed in a plain white button down shirt and blue dress pants. His coat was hanging on his shoulders and his hair were perfectly set. I can't understand how his hair looks so freaking perfect. He sat down next to me and told me
"You should be ready by seven. There's this office event and I want to take you with me". I nodded my head and asked
"What should I wear? Should I be dressing in something Western or traditional?" He looked at me and said
"Anything you feel comfortable in. I have no issue. You're going to look beautiful to me no matter how you dress". My heart bursted with happiness at his sentence. He's been getting really romantic and very blunt when it comes to us. Sometimes I wonder if he has started to develop feelings for me. I don't know if our relationship is at that stage where we fell in love and have our happily ever after, but even if he is not in love with me, I still prefer him over anyone. Sometimes a relationship is not always about love. Sometimes other factors like care, affection, respect and loyalty are enough for two people to grow old together. Or maybe these all factors combine what love is. Maybe it is dependant on these above factors. Because if a person claims to love you and can't give you any of those factors then it's hard to believe that person loves you. If a person truly loves you, that person will never think of hurting you. For him or her, you'll be the centre of attention. I don't know if I'm ever going to experience love of that kind, but if I can experience this side of him for a lifetime than I'm fine with it. With that thought in mind I started my day.