The world lays at his feet but his world is her.
The king bows to no one except his queen.
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" How could I want anyone else when I am only because you are ? I exist for you just as I exist because of you Inayah "
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♡Arhaan's pov ♡
There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. This feeling in which i am is a complete bliss. This wonderful feeling this sense of optimism.
The feeling is something i can always keep close to me -to draw me from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine.
Losing the track of the days and nights , counting fireflies and waiting for the sun to come around , I was getting on the best part of my dream when I was rudely woken up by the drops of cold water on my face.
And there goes my chance to kiss Inayah again, in dream afcourse but still it would have been a nice experience to die and come back to life all in once.
Groaning i look at the culprit of ruining my chance, i see an angel. A masterpiece of tragedy, a master piece of my tragedy. My comfort in chaos.
Inayah is standing in front of the mirror, drying the droplets of water sliding through her long hair.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She looks like a beauty who just walked straight out of heaven.
She looks like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that's best of dark and bright. Rays of soft sunlight is falling on her face. She looks like the sunrise after the storm. The new beginning and the dawn.
She is a beauty personified.
She moves her head again, the droplets of water falling on my face , I close my eyes living in the moment, atleast she touched me. Indirectly af course but it still a touch right.
Right?
Oh for god sake I am delusional.
When i slowly open my eyes again i see her already looking at me. Her eyes are softer than any silk i could ever touch or feel. She slowly makes her way towards the sofa i was sleeping on.
Her steps slow but my heartbeat is getting fast with each step.
She is a hostile, dominating thing.
She smiles looking at me , and i pinch my arm again to confirm if this is a dream or not.
Ouch that hurts. Definitely not a dream.
She leans down to get a better look of my face.
"Wake up Arhaan"
I take her hand and pull her towards me. She lets out a gasp falling on my chest and tries to sit again, but my arms were tight around her waist.
" why are you in such a hurry" i say mischief laced in my voice.
"what are you doing? Someone will see us"
"the door is closed though"
"Arhaan" she says trying to look angry, but the small smile on her face says something else.
