The Ruined Rainbow

CHAPTER 19

Sahil.

I enjoyed the comfortable silence as I lay my head on Ayesha's shoulder. She had done the same. After I was done with a relaxed position, though I would have loved to be like that forever, I gently moved away from her. She didn't budge.

"Ayesha??" I asked softly.

No answer.

I then realised she was snoring softly. She looked adorable while sleeping. She used to inhale and while exhaling her nose and cheeks would puff up in this attractive manner. I smiled, continuing to look at her cheeks. How cute she looked. I gently moved back from her and picked her up in bridal style, walking towards my bedroom and laid her down on the bed and covered her with a blanket. She never opened her eyes in the process, but a smile had made it's way to her lips. Probably in the appreciation of receiving a warm blanket. It's freaking cold these days. She turned to my side with that smile still on as if she could sense my presence, continuing to breathe like a baby.

And it was now that I could observe her features. I begin from the top of her head, with her hair. Her hair, brownish-black in colour had been put behind her, but some strands of hair fell near her eyes and face, which made her look, if possible even more gorgeous. Her eyes next, that we're peacefully closed, dreaming beyond, her nose that was in a perfect shape continuing to exhale puffs of air and then down to her lips that were carved into a beautiful smile. Her pink lips pressed together and a smile that was not too wide and not too small, but a normal one. Her cheeks have tiny freckles that are not that visible - her chin and then to her neck.

How beautifully gorgeous she looked.

I stood there for minutes longer, continuing to stare at her like an idiot.

*

I lay down beside Ayesha and try to sleep, but I couldn't. I look at my ceiling until Ayesha whispers the name that scared the hell out of me. Ayesha turns to me in her sleep. I look at her. She is still in her deep sleep.

Looking at her, a warm feeling settles over me. My stomach has this feeling. It is like my heart has become lighter and unknowingly. I feel happy.

I keep my hand on her cheek, and at this, imaginary flowers bloom in the pit of my stomach, and I feel lighter, happier and joyful. My hand roars in appreciation as if Ayesha's cheek was what it wanted since ages. Fortunately, Ayesha continues to be in a deep slumber and doesn't notice this. And, with my hand still on her cheek, I fall asleep.

*

When I woke up, the black figure of Ayesha was not there. Her blanket was neatly folded and kept. My hand that had stroked Ayesha's cheek remained on my side, a sheet covering it.

Probably, Ayesha woke up and placed my hand away from her. How stupid can I be? I mean, who keeps his hand on his besties cheek and sleeps. It is more like a Romeo thing, and for heaven's sake, I have been through a breakup. What the hell is she going to think about me now?

I get up from the bed, with these thoughts making me realise how stupid I was. I probably am.

I walk towards the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee for myself and Ayesha. I find a figure of Ayesha, near the stove. She is pouring the hot milk in two cups, smiling. I can't help but notice her cheeks, because of the mistak-- whatever you call it. It is in a shade of bright pink.

Wait, is Ayesha blushing?

I carefully look at her again, but this time it appears normal. I can't help but feel a bit angry at Ayesha.
She is standing in such a position that vapour covers her face from time to time, and I love that position. I stare.