From being arranged to love!!! #An Indian Love Story

65. Realisation!!

I woke up to this pain in my back that felt as if a thousand needles were piercing my skin.

I tried to move, but then realized that there was a huge weight on my back, pressing me to something hard, but something warm. I moved my hands to see where I was, and my eyes flew open, all hints of sleep leaving my system.

I was literally on top of Cherry, his hand hugging me tight to his chest, my legs circling his hips. The pitch black darkness around me was refusing me the right to see. But I knew that I was on top of him, and it was him that was holding me to his body.

But before I could yell at him for taking advantage of me, I realized the position we were in. I was on his side of bed. I was lying on top of him. MY legs were straddling his hips. MY drool was covering his chest. All he did, was hug me close.....

Heaving a sigh, I looked at his sleeping form... He looked peaceful, carefree. There was a thin hint of beard, a faint stubble growing on his chin that once used to smooth and clean shaven. His hair had grown to be longer and messier. His mouth was slightly open, no hint of drool.

Great! I quickly rubbed the drool off my face and looked at his chest that had my sticky drool. Despite my efforts to resist it, a small chuckle escaped my lips. Wiping it off with the shirt sleeve, I remembered the previous times we had slept together. And that one time he shamelessly kissed me early in the morning while my mouth was unbrushed.

Sweet Memories.

Will that happen again?

Thinking all those, I again looked at his face, studying him in the little light of the moon. But then I was once again reminded of that pain in my back, as he shifted in his sleep, his hands rubbing my back unknowingly.

Along with the pain came realization, realization that I am in a very intimate position with the man with whom my future was now a big question mark. I was anyway glad that he didn't wake up. I couldn't even try imagining the embarrassment I might have to face or think of ways to wipe off that huge smirk that I was sure he would have.

So trying not to wake him up, I slowly took his hand off my waist and wiggled out of his grip, the cold immediately engulfing me, and I instantly missed his touch.

Shuffling back to my side of bed, my backside up, I realized that it was only sometime of midnight. Getting the nearest phone to my side, I checked the time. 2:53am. Wow.. With nothing to do, I decided to get up and have some water, but stopped myself when I saw his phone lying next to me, partially covered by the pillow.

Will it be wrong if I take it?

What if he doesn't like it?

But he is sleeping, it's not as if he is ever going to know.

Debating for a few minutes, I let curiosity win, and I took out his phone, and switched it on, half expecting to see our pic as wallpaper.

But no.. It wasn't our picture, or any picture for that matter. Just some random inbuilt wallpaper. Swiping on his password, I took his galleries, just to see if he has any photo of mine, while constantly eyeing him every few seconds to check if he was awake.

Soon I was going through his gallery, a dozen downloaded pics, a few pics of very scary looking men who could be criminals, many whatsapp images and so on. Finally my eyes locked with the one I was searching for... The file 'Jaan".

Clicking it open, I saw many of our pics, taken in order. The last one of us in the cafe, that now adorned my ceiling. And the first or the recents of me in front of my mannequin, a pencil tucked onto the messy bun. It was taken from behind, I could see that, and I felt the very urge to smack his peaceful sleeping form.