As promised my peeps, here's Part 2! I would have posted an hour ago, but the new revelation had me shaking 😆 So enjoy you guys! And remember to show me some love by writing a good response! Isra and Shahzaib's brains work diferently, which you will sense here, so I hope you like what I was going for!
And if our hero is reading this, I hope he enjoys 😳😆
Brb, my cheeks turning red have alarmed my parents ☺️☺️🤣
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Shahzaib’s Viewpoint
‘Where are you going?’ I heard her say. She looked at me quizzically.
I hesitated, not sure what to say. To say that Isra was angry at me was an understatement. My actions had caused her more pain than anyone else could have.
She was waiting for me to say something.
‘To change,’ I simply said. Her nostrils flared as her eyes locked with mine. I felt awkward, undressed even, while I stood perfectly clothed and held the hanger in one hand, waiting for her to react. It would be harsh for sure, I was trying to get used to the manner in which she had been talking to me after that fateful night.
‘Will you manage to change clothes in this condition?’
Huh? Was this a trap?
‘I’ll try,’ I blurted out, waiting for her knife-like words to hit me.
Isra huffed, a habit of hers that I had fallen in love with when I had met her for the first time, ‘I know that.’
My brows furrowed as she took a step closer, opening the Velcro and placing the sling on a chair. My heartbeat sped when I looked at her face. But the pit of despair grew when I saw there was no emotion in those doe-like eyes.
Because of me. All because of me.
I froze, knowing what she was going to do next. ‘May I?’ Was all she said. My body had gone rigid, with no signs of relaxing anytime soon. I nodded, hoping she would not require my words. It seemed to work and she moved my injured arm to my side. I winced when pangs of pain ran throughout my arm.
‘You okay?’ She was staring at me again, her expression a mix of concern and pain now. But it disappeared as soon as it came.
‘Yeah,’ I nodded my head, chewing on my lip slightly, not wanting to make another sound.
Her shoulders slouched slightly, as a sign of relief I presume. Mine would have too, but she grabbed the first button on my shirt. My breath hitched, and that made her stare at me again, this time with confusion. It took her a couple of seconds to realise how close she was to me. This was the first time we were in such proximity, a far cry from what I had imagined it would be like.
‘You don’t have to do this,’ I whispered, not raising my voice. My body had already started to react to her close presence, making my voice heavier and shakier.
She cleared her throat, ‘No…no it’s fine.’ Was she feeling…the same way?
‘Is—’
‘Shahzaib.’ Listening to my name falling from her lips while she was inches away from my face nearly caused me to groan loudly. She would be seeing me for the very first time in a state of undress. And this is not how I wanted it to be. Not me injured in a sling, but her in my arms, holding me like I was the most beautiful thing to have ever happened to her. Just as she was to me.
There would be no barriers between us, only open and honest love…
‘Shut up Shahzaib!’ I scolded myself internally. In order to distract myself, I around the room, trying to find something to distract me.
My heart hammered in my chest when I felt my skin getting exposed to the air…and to Isra.
One…two…three…four…five.
In all honesty, I was not prepared for this type of intimacy. I know how looked, I knew the effect I had on the opposite sex. If it were anyone else, my confidence would not have been hampered. I would not have even bothered. But this was Isra, the woman of my dreams, the angel I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Who I wanted to be mine in every way, just as I wanted to be hers. I had envisioned the day when the layers between us would cease to exist, but not like this.
It should have been happier, lighter, laced with immense love…desire…
‘Shahzaib?’
Huh?
Isra sighed, ‘You’re moving a lot.’
Oh.
I stopped shaking my leg immediately. Not wanting to cause any more inconvenience for her, I decided to look at a crack on the ceiling paint. It seemed to be in the shape of a dog. But the dog left my mind when I felt Isra’s nimble fingers pushing my shirt off my shoulder, letting it drop to the ground.
There it was…I was standing in front of her, more vulnerable than I had ever been in my life. My self-confidence was falling with every second Isra’s eyes scanned my body. Her eyes were fixated on the marks all over my torso, and unfortunately I did not have the strength to use my arms as shield.
My heart hammered in my chest when I felt a slight graze against the skin on the left side of my lower abdomen.
‘This looks old…’ I heard her whisper.
Hesitantly I replied, ‘It is…of the day I had gone to meet your brother…’
Her fingers stopped immediately. I noticed the wires in her brains running, trying to make sense of something. I was too scared to ask her what. Instead I stood like a statue, my abdomen clenching, sort of like a standing plank.
At least I was getting some form of exercise done…no Shahzaib, horrible joke.
Isra continued her ministrations, her tiny and fragile frame nearly touching my built one. Her hand grabbed my uninjured bicep, curiosity filled in her orbs. It took all my strength not to pull her against me and hug her like my life depended on it. There was desire, pure unadulterated desire rushing through my veins. Not the type where I wanted to cross all boundaries this very instant, but the type where her mere presence was not enough for me. I needed her to hold me, to stroke my back and tell me its all going to be fine while I would bury my face in her hair. All I wanted was the most innocent form of intimate contact, that would take all the pain away.
Alas, she would not do such a thing. She loathed me far too much now.
‘Why did you take it?’ There she was looking at me again, her hand still on my bicep.
‘He is your brother.’ Was all I said. Any more verbal exchanges and I would break down, with the mere need to embrace her.
‘Turn around.’
I did as she asked and heard her pulling the denim shirt off the hanger. My breath was laboured, short quick and shallow. This had to end quickly now.
I nearly jumped when I felt her hold the wrist of my good arm and slide it into the arm hole, down the sleeve. I bit back a shiver but could not stop goosebumps from rising when her fingers touched me everywhere, until she was done carefully repeating her actions for my injured arm. Luckily, the bruises prevented her from seeing the effect she had had on me.
Isra very slowly started to button me up now, biting her lip involuntarily. Her initially poker-faced expression was now switching between confusion, pain and something I could not put a finger on. I noticed her hands were shaking, maybe she was overwhelmed. Or maybe…just maybe…a small part of her was mirroring what I was feeling?
‘All done,’ she muttered, as if a sign of accomplishment and quickly placed the sling around me.
As she stepped back, I let out a huge breath I did not realise I was holding.
‘Thank you,’ I muttered and swiftly left the room, trying to be as far as possible from her.
Given my age, it was evident I would crave intimacy, however I had not expected I would be craving such an innocent form of intimacy. I had imagined my life with Isra, I wanted her smiling face to be the first thing I would see in the mornings and the last thing I would see before going to bed at night. She was the light of my existence, my missing piece and my heart ached knowing she would be gone soon. She would take the radiance away, engulfing my life in darkness and coldness. That would be the end of it all.
I grunted and propped myself on the sofa, trying to distract myself from these thoughts. It was not the physical pain, but the emotional pain that was slowly killing me from within. And the day Isra would leave…
‘Shahzaib!’
I nearly fell off the sofa hearing Isra screech. She stomped towards me, holding the packet of untouched painkillers in her hand.
Boy I was in trouble…
Edited by Ashley.Tisdale - 3 years ago
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