'You are my favourite place to go,
When my mind searches for peace.'
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She opens the door and barges in as if she owns this place ofcourse she do, well her husband does so she thinks she can rule this place, but that will not be possible when...
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I hear some faint noises from a far talking in a professional tone but I am not able to recognise them and they are too foreign to my ears.
I try my best to open my tired eyes which are squeezed shut but I am not able to.
I try my best to call out for Ziyan but I am not able to.
I try my best to wiggle like a kid so that they can see me but I am not able to.
Feeling frustrated on myself I blink my heavy eyes which after many failed tries finally gets some life.
My throat is so dry that I am not able gulp my saliva down. I need water, I feel like I am in a deserted area, Am I in Saudi? When did I go there? Even Though I am not feeling any heat on my skin my imagination are being wild even when I cannot hear and see a thing.
I blink my heavy eyes open but I quickly close them shut when light hits my eyeballs which feels like I will loose my eyesight if I keep them open.
After giving few minutes to myself I open eyes with some difficulty. My eyes meets the clean white wall which is above me.
And I stare at it for few seconds wondering how Ziyan's ceiling changed into flat one, cause as far as I remember Ziyan himself designed beautiful false ceiling.
Which is the sole reason why I sneak into his before our marriage just to take some good snaps with my finger's showing peace sign to get those rich vibes and so my friends who always flip their gets jealous too.
In my confused state I keep staring at the ceiling wondering how they changed while I was sleeping on his bed.
But why did he change I loved the interior work in his room, pouting at my thought I keep glaring at the ceiling so it goes back to the same, which does not happen, well cause I don't have super powers though.
But my heart startles when gasps after gasps where heard and it almost felt like a womanly gasp from the way it was so loud and dramatic but my eyes where on the ceiling which I am sure I have started developing a hate relationship with.
The door opens and closes in a fast move and soon large warm hand cups my face, so I turn my glare from the white plane ceiling to towards the one who is holding my face.
My heart literally starts picking its speed up when my eyes meets my beautiful husband's who looks nothing less than a zombie now-but a handsome one.
Ignoring his shitty face for a milli second I give him a bright smile.
"Ya allah" he breathes out as if he was waiting for me to smile, I hide my confused frown but it automatically makes its way on my face when I try to cup his face but my hands does not move.
And that's when I realise my hands are feeling numb. B-But why are they feeling numb? Did I sleep so much that it feels numb?
Ziyan notices my confused form and he looks down at my hands and his adam apple bobs up and down as if he is nervous but hides his professionally.
