She Is My Hayaat

Chapter 21: Heart Goes Asunder

Salaams my dear Wattpadians! I hope you guys are enjoying the story. I know, I know you guys just want to read the chapter already, but this is really important! I think there is some misunderstanding between Nouran and Izhar's relationship. Yes, they have become closer to each other and are developing their relationship. However, they have not even kissed yet! So for those who think the last chapter has to do with pregnancy, I'm sorry to burst you bubble, but -*poke*- she isn't pregnant! I'm really sorry if this is disappointing news. And I also mentioned it had to with her TOM (Time of the Month). If you missed that part, then maybe you want to reread it? And can we just take a minute and grasp the fact that Nouran said 'I love you' to Izhar for the first time? -sigh- Without further ado, let's get to it shall we? :) 

WARNING: This chapter has a slight PG-13 moment in it! If you are not comfortable with reading it, then please feel free to skip it. My feelings will not be hurt I promise. :) And for my Haraam Police: They are married for Allah's sake. Let them be. ;)

"Nouran?" a silky voice called from afar. 

"Hm?"  I hummed.

"Darling wake up, please?" he said longingly.

"But I'm tired," I whined.

"But I miss you. Please?" he chuckled.

His voice was smooth as marble. I wanted to revive myself within his voice and eradicate into his presence. Yet, it started to drift away with the air particles, and I longed for it. I felt as if I was stripped of air as his voice echoed and then disappeared into thin air. 

My eyes moved frantically under my eyelids, and cool fingers grasped my hand in theirs. A kiss, no a faint flutter fell on my knuckles, and the lips were warm and poised. His lips were full of poison and guilt, keeping secrets and selflessness buried deep inside. The contact from his skin to my skin burned through my whole body and I was dying. 

 I was dying from the intensity. 

I was on fire. 

I love you.

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A bright light shadowed over my eyelids, and they scratched in anticipation to open and meet the outside world. I was uncomfortable where I lay, and it was extremely cold. However, it was oddly familiar. The smell, the atmosphere, the comfort were settled within me. I opened my eyes, and the lights above me glared in mockery. I looked around through my hooded eyes and after a few seconds, I noticed I was in a hospital room. 

What was I doing here? I didn't have work today. 

I looked to my left, and Izhar sat by me in one of the plastic chairs that we had in each patient's room. Hunched over, he held my left hand in both of his, and his head was placed on my arm to the side. I couldn't not take a moment to be mesmerized with his presence and the innocence his face held. His mouth was slightly agape, and I could feel his breaths come in and out through his nose. His wedding band lay askew mine, and I marveled at how beautiful they looked next to each other. 

Trying not to wake him up, I moved my right hand and brought it to the other side to caress his exposed cheek. I brushed my ever cold fingertips gently across his cheekbone and then down to his jaw. His five o'clock shadow looked rougher than usual, but he still held that imperfect kind of perfect that I had fallen deeply for. 

I traced his scar and was astonished by his jawline and cheekbones. They weren't exactly hollow, but they weren't full either, just in between. I got caught up in myself and didn't notice that he was awake till he kissed my palm, and I could feel a tear drip down to my wrist.