The morning was not like the one's I have seen.
I wonder why anybody has never spoken about the mornings after the bodily Love.

It was five degrees in Celsius.
I could not move, Al-Souffian was heavenly upon me. He weighed heavy, taller than me by a couple of feet. His fragrance, the bitter sweet hearty smell of ink, leather and something that I cannot express.

His hair entwined in my curls. I brought my hands to entangle the frizzy adornment.

He was snoring softly. I breathed in sync with him, our stomachs rising and falling together.

There is some tasteful Madness in the rhythm of this action. I smiled.

His curtain of lashes almost touching his high cheeks. The softness of his Silk Skin had to be my favorite thing about him, apart from his eyes.

The sharp nose and full lips do not have my attention as much but this moment, today; I had the liberty to adore him as much as I wanted. The white plain sky as our lighting. The soaring birds in the view,nothing but the only sound of our breaths. Nobody has experienced Beautiful  if they have not experienced this.

Lay down with the one who loves you and watch the Sensations Casacade.

Immense evolution, nobody can stay the same again, this coming from Falaq-Naaz. I never imagined to ever be able to survive a touch again. Here I was breathing togetherness in touch with someone so close to me that it felt like we were not two bodies but One.

He opened his eyes.

"Falaq-Naaz.... Good morning " he said moving the hair from my face.

My smile spread across.

He pulled himself away from me and I watched closely when he turned. There were red marks all over his back, shoulders and chest.

I sat upright.

I traced his scars with my fingers.

"Where from these scars are Al-Souffian ?" I asked eagerly.

"From the Dark" he said in his hoarse stern voice.

Purple veins and maroon wounds.
Nails.
Teeth.
Anger.

We were eating our lunch.

Al-Souffian has this peculiar smile on his face, it is a cross smile but it is a different one. I haven't seen him smile for so long ever.

As contagious it is, it is so cute.

"Al-Souffian? " I gathered up.

"What!" the same Wot.

I opened the oven, cake and tea.

He is hungry. He has devoured the entire cake but with his Elahim manners.

I fall again in a thought.
Is this right?  Are we alright?

"Ladyship " he clears his throat.

"Yes.. "

"Do not over think. You look lovely " he said.

Lovely

My brows gathered and wrinkled permanently.

"Do you love me? " I asked him yet again.

"I married you" his usual answer.

"Who was that Lady in the movie? " he questions at random.

"Rom-Com? "

"Wot"

"Scarlett Johansson "

There was a 'hmm'.
I pierced my eyes.

"What hmm? " I hissed.

"I love her" he murmurs.

"What!  You can't tell me you love me but you can say You love Scarlett Johansson "

"Well I can say that now"

"I am your wife!" I was pretending to be angry but I wasn't really angry.

I knew he was playing around.

He smirks.

I smirk behind his back.

The door bell rang.

"I'll take, it's Mr Rahim I asked for some groceries " I said and opened the door.

The air in my lungs resigned.
The Past came back.

Melancholy

"Mr Rahim?" Al-Souffian stood behind.

"Welcome,Al-Hassan and Ar-Fateh" he said.

I moved from the door, I smiled hardly at Fateh.

Al-Hassan greeted us but I was not available.

I talked to Fateh, he missed me. The sight of my younger brother brought back the tears of happiness.

I brought some cake and tea.

They settled.

"Were you expecting anybody else? " Al-Hassan asked Al-Souffian.

"No, it is just that I have not talked to Brother since I have arrived here" he was speaking of Al-Wais.

Nobody had a conversation or even greetings exchanged with us since we have come here.

"He misses you" Al-Hassan said "He often demands to be rather alone these days"

"Oh of course he does. All he had was I. His wrenching duty is over" Al-Souffian spoke in a voice mixed with vehemence.

"How is Father? " Al-Souffian asks, I closed my fist.

"He is out of the country. Can I have some water Falaq-Naaz? "

"Lady Al-Souffian, Al-Hassan " he corrects.
Al-Hassan gulped.

"is he aware you are here? "

Al-Hassan gulped again, the vocal cords moving.

"I must ask you to leave. You do not have the permission. How foolish Al-Hassan!  You have dragged a child with you! " Al-Souffian was loud now.

"Water please" Al-Hassan returns to me.

"Ladyship " Al-Souffian sparks "Arrange a meal, they have to leave soon"

After a few moments,my failed tries to reach Mr Rahim brought me back to them.

"Al-Souffian ,there is nothing I can cook a meal of" I stated.

"Keys?" I gave him the keys. He would take the driver I thought, he cannot Drive.

I was disposed in the kitchen unable to hide.

I was Angry and dissapointed to see him.

I talked on and about to Fateh, mostly about Al-Shizad and Al-Wildan.

"Fateh, can you please excuse us for a minute " Al-Hassan entered the kitchen.

I turned.

"I do not want to talk of anything Al-Hassan" I uttered blankly.

"Falaq-Naaz "

"Lady Falaq-Naaz " I reminded him.

"Falaq-Naaz " he stubbornly pressed "I could not stop myself. For dear life,return to Dar-Al-Maqamah and admit to your mistake "

"my mistake!? " I fumed.

"Yes. You should have not chosen Al-Souffian. Indeed he is a mistake "

"No!  You are a mistake Al-Hassan. I trusted you and you did not even warn me"

"I tried Falaq-Naaz but it was too late, you were already married!"

"So?  It was necessary for the truth to be known even after I married him"

"I did not have the courage to tell you"

I sighed.

"I feel guilty. The guilt does not let me sleep at nights. I am horrified of the circumstances I hope and pray you haven't faced"

"You must leave" I halted.

"Falaq-Naaz it is not an easy life. You should trust me"

"It is too late Al-Hassan "

"He is Wild " he remarked, to which I could not forgive him.

"Out please " I softly uttered.

"His medicines. You must somehow make arrangements to leave"

I took the dirty plastic package.

He left with Fateh.

Al-Souffian came home with the list.

"Where is he?" his eyes searching.

"They left"

I saw his face dropping. Sibling Love.

"It is alright Al-Souffian" I superficially supported him.

"I was harsh" he reflected.

"No you weren't " I said, he was harsher.

"Should I cook you a favourite ?" I asked cheering the falling suppleness.

"Shut Up! " he yelled.

I was taken aback from his voice.

"How COULD HE JUST leave?! " he screamed across.

"He was late for the flight " I lied.

"but he did not see me" he softly murmured.

"You can call him once he is Home " I suggested.

"You Shut up! " he narrowed his eyes " I am upset! " he slammed the tables.

"I am upset!" he screamed.

I was scared of him now.

"Al-Souffian, look. Calm down"

He shook with a mild seizure.
"You oka-" I held him.

"where is the sound coming from? " his voice curiously inspecting.

"the sound?  What? "

He ran in the kitchen. The tap leaks. The minute sound of a drop dripping from the nook of the tap and hitting the basin with a wholesome sound.

I closed the tap tightly.

The drop dripped...

"Arghhhhh Ladyship make it stop! " he hollered.

I struggled with the desperate failure.

"you should go to your room"

His eyes widened.

He picked up the mahogany chair and smashed on the tap, the loud bash broke the wooden legs into pieces. The small wooden pieces pricked my feet as I walked to the counter.

The water droplets. The sound.
A bleeding feet.

I held his arm.

"Stay away from me!" he pushed me.

"You wouldn't stop would you!? " he took the chopping board and hit the tap once again. I shook with the banging. Violence and aggression.

I walked backwards. I left to the peach room. I locked the door.

The wolf howling to the unfaithful moon.

Moonlids closed.
Wrecked door.
Crystal clear eyes.
Grey in color.
Madder.
Cinnabar circles bleeding.

One day,
Two days,
Three days.......

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