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Rahat paced his room in silent apprehension, the concern which had surged through him a few minutes ago now shimmering in his heart. He glanced at the door before approaching it, his hand brushing the smooth white surface as a sigh left him. What was he doing? Why did he feel such an inclination to her discomfort? Why should it affect him so? His hand dropped from the door and he approached the window where her innocent face had contorted with pain only a few minutes ago. He would have helped her if it wasn't for the words of his sister.
With a frown he looked away from the window and approached his seat once more as he picked up the harmonica. The instrument brushed his lips lightly and he closed his eyes, trying to transport himself to the moment before he had seen her injured when the melody of his music was the only thought on his mind. Heaving a deep breath, he blew into the instrument but paused when her face took form in his mind effectively stumping any desire which he might have conjured to continue his musical distraction. His fingers gripped the harmonica and with a defeated sigh he placed it on the table before walking over to the door.
A moment of hesitation, a moment of warning but he shoved it all aside and opened the door as he entered the living room quietly, his eyes glancing around for any sign of her. The sound of running water drifted to his ears and he ventured to the kitchen, feeling his shoulders stiffen in tension when he saw her standing by the sink, the water flowing onto her injured finger.
He did not even know why he was approaching her quietly. Perhaps it was just human nature to assume caution in a nervous situation. A tinge of sorrow pricked his heart when he was yet again reminded of his harsh behaviour towards her, his words of anger and contempt directed at situations which were beyond her control.
As he moved closer to her he observed her in quiet captivation, completely engrossed in how her brows furrowed in silent pain as the cool water ran through the cut in her finger. As she moved her hand away, he saw her gulp slightly when the blood continued to flow before putting her finger under the running water again.
"Haaya.." - he called out, mentally cursing himself for his blunder. She can't hear you idiot, he thought. Slowly he reached out for her, hesitating for a moment before resting his hand on her shoulder- "Haaya.." - he repeated, unconsciously enjoying the feel of her name on his lips.
At the touch on her shoulder, Haaya jumped back as if struck by an electric shock. He saw the fear flash across her eyes as she stepped back, her breathing ragged as she averted his gaze and clutched the front of her top in nervous tension.
"Haaya.. I..." - he took a step forward and Haaya instinctively took a step back, accidentally losing her footing. Before she could fall back he rushed forward, his arms snaking around her waist protectively as he pulled her to him causing her to grip his shirt as he steadied her. Her chest rose and fell as her heart thundered against her chest, the beats seemingly mirroring his as he looked down at her, his eyes glancing at where her fingers gripped his shirt, the feel of her breath against his chest causing a multitude of emotions to course through him.
Haaya glanced up at him shyly when she felt his warm breath on her face and felt her anxiety rise at the slight frown that was playing on his face. Quickly she averted her gaze once more and slowly stepped away from his embrace as his arms gently slipped from her waist. With a gulp she glanced at him and saw that he was looking at her with the same frown, though there seemed to be a sliver of concern reflected in his eyes.
"Are.. are you ok?" - Rahat asked, holding her gaze, knowing that it was necessary for her to understand him- "Are you ok Haaya?" - he asked again, slowly. Haaya watched his lips, her brows furrowed as she tried to decipher his words. Catching their meaning, she nodded shyly, her hands dropping to her side as she unconsciously took another step back. Rahat glanced at her finger and saw the blood dripping to the floor- "Your hand is still bleeding.." - he said and saw her looking at him curiously- "Your finger.." -he held up his finger- "is still bleeding"- he said, pointing to her hand. Haaya glanced down at her finger, before picking up a napkin on the counter and covering the cut. His expression softened when he saw her glance down at the napkin, the discomfort which the cut was causing her evident in her beautiful eyes.
"You need a bandaid.." -he said again. When she looked at him confused he sighed and walked away before returning a few minutes later with a band aid- "Put this on it.." - he said slowly, holding out the plaster. Haaya took the plaster, giving him a thankful nod before she tried to open it. However, as she tried to pull it apart, she only succeeded in tainting the edges with blood. Rahat shook his head slightly before picking up another plaster and opening it. Without another word, he held onto her and gently placed the plaster on the cut, his fingers tenderly brushing her skin as he secured it firmly. As he smoothed the edges he glanced at her face and their eyes met, they gazes holding each other completely captivated. Instinctively Rahat leaned forward, his hand holding onto Haaya's as he felt himself being pulled further into the dark depths of her enchanting stare. Where she averted her gaze, he stepped back immediately, stunned at the magnetic hold which she had momentarily had on his actions.
Without another word, he turned around and left, walking swiftly to his room. As the door closed behind him, he approached his bed and took a seat, covering his face with both his hands. What just happened?
With a deep breath he stared at the closed door, feeling a silent anger shimmering within him at his actions. If he was true to himself then he knew that if Haaya had not looked away then his lips might have met hers...
He stood, his hand running through his hair in frustration.
This is not happening.. this is not happening... he kept thinking. His hand slipped from his hair, his fingers brushing his shirt as he continued to pace the room. That was when he felt it, something damp coating his fingers. With a frown he looked at his finger and saw the slight red coating his skin.
"Haaya's blood.." -he said quietly, sorrow intermingled with concern shining in his eyes. He glanced at the door once more before returning to his seat by the table.
Even if he wanted he could not return to her. He had taken a chance the first time around and if he met her again, he was afraid of the repercussions which that might hold, especially if his sister saw him and also...
He sighed tiredly as he leaned back on the chair, the silent confession playing in his mind...
Also... if he became a prisoner in the dark depths of her eyes once more.
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