Here's a scene I would have loved to see in the show--- and this is what I'd love to hear in Sahir's voice. This has nothing to do with my earlier OS: Consequences, or maybe it does, because Sahir is still the same in both-- this one is more in love, that's all.😛 This one is very short, and not as besharam, sorry about that. Dedicated to Vandy, Moonlight, and Suvika.
Thanks in advance if you decide to drop by and comment--- I love you all, and have missed you.
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I've got you where I've wanted you for so long. My room. My bed.
There you lie, turned away from me, faking sleep.
With each fibre of my being, I want to step up, make room for myself in my own bed, the bed I haven't touched in three days, spoon around you and sleep.
I'd never imagined I'd feel this way with a woman I've desired in my bed...but tonight, that's all I want. To hold you in my arms, and go to sleep...blessed sleep"away from it all, these deals, relatives, parents, siblings, this lunatic asylum Niyamat House has become.
You're beginning to fall into slumber...your breath rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You moan, and I jump up, afraid your feet are hurting you again, that infection would lead to gangrene and you would lose...no I wouldn't think about such things.
You turn, and in turning, face me. Your brows lightly crinkled in a frown, your eyes squeezed close...maybe you're dreaming of that night you were attacked out in the dark, or maybe of our marriage, the way I threatened to burn down all that you hold dear.
They've all become the same long nightmare for you, and it is I, one way or the other, who is responsible. Or maybe you're imagining Zeenat. You asked me today about my first wife.
But my wife, my only wife, will ever be you. And I'll make your dreams come true, your dreams as Arzoo Nausheen Khan, the ones that filled your eyes before this nightmare began. That's my promise to myself, to you, and your Allah.
You twist, and stretch out your arms toward me, your face grimaced, your eyes still shut, and I hold your fingers. They grab my hands, and I follow that light tug, sit on my knees on the floor beside the bed, so as not to wake you. Your face eases out, and you pull my hand. I let it follow your bidding, the way you hold it under your cheek, your breathing soft, peaceful now.
I ease myself on the bed, beside you, teetering at the edge. If you shove me now, I'd fall. But you've grabbed my arm, our forearms overlap now, and our elbows meet. Your cheek is soft over my knuckles, all of you is warm-soft, like velvet.
I'm so close to you, if you open my eyes, you'd see nothing but mine. That would scare you, I'm your sworn enemy, after all, so I pray you stay asleep.
Your Allah, the one you call upon, as the All-Knowing, knows you need your rest. He sends you pleasant dreams, and He sends you into my arms in mine. I fall sleep, on the edge of the bed, but at long last, in a place I belong.
My dreams and yours, sit at our bedside. Holding hands. Waiting for us to come to terms with their friendship.
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Bigg Boss 19
