Happy Birthday, darling. I know, it's not much of a surprise... but hey! I love you, girl.
I'll try and make you NOT cry because of this post, be it from joy or sheer embarrassment. So come here and give me a tight hug before I begin the torture, will you?
The few days that I have spent on this forum have been very special for me. I've gone through some of the hardest times of my life and not felt a thing because of the support of some people. You are one of them. You welcome me into the forum with open arms and supported me throughout my writers block and psychotic ramblings. We spoke about the worst of situations and cracked the silliest jokes. We threatened each other and certainly laughed at our pains. I've read your comments on each and every post I've made since I joined the forum. I guess that makes you one of my oldest and closest friends on the forum, doesn't it?
From the jabberwocky of words to the incidents of past truth and dare games... we've had it all to ourselves.
This little piece of pie is for you. Go ahead and dip your fingers' You can lick 'em all you want. This is something for you to enjoy and others to watch with envy. Today's your day' even if you don't feel so, I do.
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Happy birthday, baby.
The rumble of clouds invaded my dreams. I dreamt of places and people. Some smiling, some not. I scrunched my nose as I stared up at the bruised sky and tried to make sense of what was to come. There was no rain, neither were the clouds angry and storming. What was the noise then?
There was a sharp crackle in a distance, startling me. What was that? Light flashed across my eyes as I moaned to myself. My limbs felt sore as I stretched them. All I could see was the electric streams of light behind my closed lids and the strong smell of coffee.
I hadn't had a good nights sleep. I had seen scoffing skies, but no rain. I had seen smiling faces with nothing noteworthy about them. I snuggled into my pillow once again and tried to sleep a little more...
A little more... I promised myself.
I felt the suffocating warmth sneaking in on me. I gasped for a breath as I struggled against the heat.
Had I fallen asleep so easily? What nightmare was this? A warm hand placed itself over my eyes as I fought to open them.
"Shhh," someone said. If molten lava had been velvety and sultry, that's what it would have sounded like. It was deep and viscous, with a hint of masculine darkness to it that left my senses wide awake. "It's just me," he said.
Who is he? I wondered, idly. I didn't fight back anymore. A warm body pressed up against me, feet tangled with mine, hands holding mine in a vice grip. I felt the feathery touch of his lips against my throat. Not being able to resist the urge, I wriggled against him, trying to get free from his touch.
How had I ended up in bed with someone?
Way to start your birthday.
I heard his dark chuckle against my ears as he pressed closer.
"A little impatient, aren't we?" He breathed. I gulped the lump in my throat, trying to relieve myself from the pressure building up in my stomach and the lightness of my head.
"Who are you?" I try to suppress the edge in my voice. Don't give anything away!
His hands abruptly leave my eyes and grasp my shoulders.
"Are you ready to know who I am, baby?" I can feel his lips press behind my ears. I try to bite down the moan that fights to escape and let my wants be known.
"Yes," I deadpan, betraying my thoughts of callous fingers and whispered words against my skin.
"Are you sure, baby?" I nod furiously, on the brink of losing my mind. The heat feels heavenly pressed up against me. The chill of the wind outside leaves me craving for the warmth... the warmth of holding onto something. I can hear the droplets of rain thrumming against the windows. I open my eyes, trying to focus on something... anything. But I fail.
The hand gripping my should swivels me around. I gasp in surprise as the wind hits my face. I try to focus on the persons face, but it's too close to me. I can feel his nose against mine. I can hear his breathing fasten as I suck in a breath. My eyes wander to his lips... Rough, full... Needy. I leave his eyes for last, not sure as to what I would find.
His eyes are a soulful brown with freckles of gold around the edges. I try to remember where I'd seen them, but fail.
"You don't know me?" he chuckles. I lick my dry lips, not able to concentrate on anything, but his eyes. I want to protest when he moves away, but I'm left in awe.
Yes! I know him. My mouth falls open as my heart races and my brain becomes a mess of moments that I'd never shared with the man.
"Asad?" I don't know how the word escapes my mouth.
"Yes, baby?"
"You?" I choke. Asad... Asad... Asad... Asad Ahmed Khan was spooning me? Asad Ahmed Khan is in my bed? He called me 'baby'?
I'm dreaming, or I've lost my mind.
I opt for the latter.
"You aren't dreaming," he sooths me with his voice.
"Then, how?" I try to think of a reason.
"Happy birthday, baby. Today, I'm yours to keep and do with as you feel like," he smiles at me with warm eyes. I want to feel his arms around me again.
"You're here for my birthday?"
"Yes..." He chuckles. I blink once, unable to believe my eyes.
"Happy birthday, baby."
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Hope you'll like this. I'll leave what you do with Asad to you. BUT I would love to know what it is you plan for him.
Have a lovely day, baby.
Sand. ❤️
Pati Patni Aur Panga
Jaane Anjaane Hum Mile
Tum Se Tum Tak
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