TITLE: The Silent Lover EPISODE: 9 AUTHOR: Underage That night sleep didnt come early. Komal tried to work on rest of her daily schedule and put it out of her mind the rest of the day; but those two pure black eyes invaded her mind. What had she let herself in for? What on earth was happening to her? She thougt, as she lay awake on her bed. Komals brain whirled. It couldnt be happening to her. It wasnt possible. She had never experienced anything like this before. It was something weird, strange; a pleasurable kind of pain originating deep within her, a feeling she was not used to. For the first time, she was thinking about her future in a different way. Only now, she was able to realize her needs and wants in a more personal way. She reasoned that she needed someone attune to her personal life, someone with whom she could talk about the things that were important to her, someone who understood. A man who could supply that in a way no other man could. And who this man could be? Her heart whispered only one name, again and again. His personality was no doubt very disturbing. His smiles, his laughter, his way to talk, every thing was unique and distinguished. Confident face, naughty, sparkling eyes. We dont meet such guys every day, do we? She could not get Aariz out of her mind. Did she just like his looks? Well, she did like his looks, but that was exactly the problem. Something had to be wrong with a man who looked so perfect. No man who looked perfect ever really was. Her heart still raced when she thought of each time that Aarizs gaze had touched her. As soon as her head touched the pillow, his smiling face came in front of her. She began to smile too. Yes..... She needed Aariz. She wanted him moe than anything else. She felt as though this was a person who genuinely cared for her. Someone who had asked because of genuine concerns and not due to superficial observation or politeness. Someone who would listen and who would understand. A man, who would be able to share all of her smiles, sorrows, tears and laughter. She was not imaginative enough to figure out what men wanted from todays career-minded girls but she was sure of one thing, there was no selfish interest or materialistic desire behind his feelings. The great thing about having such an ideal husband with a sizeable fortune was that she could actually get all the happiness in life she wanted and she was more than ready to take that all. Rolling from side to side on her Victorain bed, she tried her best to sleep but it would not come. Finally deciding something, she gave up trying, and rose from her bed. She needed to share it with someone. Yes, only this could decrease the intense burden on her heart. She wanted to tell what she felt to someone who could be trustworthy and supportive. Combing through her hair with her fingers, she pulled out her laptop and settled on her easy chair. With a sigh, she rested her fingers on the familiar keys and closed her eyes; willing herself to relax and let the words fill her ears, just as they always had whenever she sat down to write. But it was the silence of her surroundings she heard, a thick, throbbing unbroken quietness that theatened to go on forever and in its echoing emptiness, the only words she heard were those of Aariz Ali. Her fingers curled in frustration on the keyboard as she opened her mailbox and clicked on compose. She typed..... Hi Mawara. Ive been enjoying my time alot. Pakistan is wonderful except for that nonsense pollution and silly traffic. For the first time, I have experienced its culture and heritage. I love the weddings, like all the festivals. Last weekend, I was in Lahore, enjoying Basant. It was fun. Oh yes, remember Mawara you always used to ask me if I liked someone? And I told you that Ill not hide it whenever I really like someone. Well, dear tell you what? Ive met someone. He is simply wonderful and Ive finally got my ideal. Hey dont laugh, okay? Okay I know I might sound childish but thats how I feel. Would fill you up with all the details once Im back in London. Mom has got our tickets booked for next weekss flight. Okay, see you soon. Bye. K.K. Komal smile at herself, and closed her laptop after sending the mail then returned to her bed again. It wasnt fair! She asked herself why. Why it was all happening to her? Its never been like this....its never been this way. Oh God! She shifted in her bed desperately, clutching he feathery pillow to her bosom. And then, some invisible power whispered deep inside her heart. Its love. Oh yes, definitely love and nothing else. This is mind-ruining, and soul-sizzling love which will last for the rest of your life. What was she really afraid of? Now, it was time to confess what and how she had felt. She had to admit, had to confess and express herself in front of him..otherwise this ache was going to be unbearable. Yes, Aariz was the man she had always wished, wanted and hoped for. She knew that from now on, she would not be able to imagine herself with anyone else. Her dark brown hair was combed after she came out of the shower and right now was dried and falling about her face. Her thin, slim frame was wrapped in a loose bathrobe. She could see her reflection in the dining room mirror and she was pleased by what she saw. As Komal brushed her hair, she smiled at her expression in the mirror, giving herself a critical look. She had two black moles--beauty marks--on her face: one on her cheek and one on the side of her chin. Those were the marks she had always been proud of. They made her even more distinguish and feminine. She brushed her hair back from her eyes. Her freshly washed hair smelled wonderful as the aroma of her shampoo settled around them. What anyone would notice first about her, however, were her eyes. They were soft brown and seemed almost too large for her face. Her eyelashes were unusually long, and her generously full lips seemed always to be wet, to have sheen to them. Her smoky, startingly brown eyes had a warm provocative look to them. What to wear tonight? She asked herself, looking around for what she hoped would be something to really wow him at their mutual date tonight. The long sleeved shirt-like dress she finally pulled out was made out of a silky material, sky blue in color. It was one of the most flattering dresses she owned, its light color, a complement to her dark brown hair. She wore only a little makeup tonight although she didnt even need that. Just a little blush on, just a hint of pink showing through the velvety skin of her cheekbones and brown lipstick made her full, pouting lips more prominent. She was givig herself a final, observatory look when the doorbell rang and she felt her heart begin hammering loudly. Quickly, but swiftly she reachd out to open the main door. As Komal opened the door and smiled down at him, Aariz forgot to take breath. He was truly struck by the stunning beauty of Komal. He had seen her irresistible charm and attraction, but never had he imagine that she would be so breath-takingly beautiful, charming and magnetic. Aariz was totally spellbound by the enchanting beauty of Komal today. His black eyes warmed as they swept over her, and the familiar grooves dented his cheeks when he smiled. Hi, beautiful. Dark eyes crinkled at the corners, when he was able to speak finally. Komals heart started to race, as she blushed a bright red. She felt a little foolish, all these feelings, she felt like she was back in high school. She surveyed the tall, handsome man standing before her, silent appreciation in her eyes. He was clean and the scent of his cologne was crispy masculine. Her wide brown eyes gazed downward over his broad shoulders and mascular chest, all encased in an impeccably tailored dark grey suit. Hi, good looking! She giggled, brushing her soft, luxurious mane of hair carelessly with her left hand. Shall we go now? In answer, he just motioned her towards his car, his eyes never leaving her for a single second. As they walked to his car,.she was concious of Aarizs approving glance swerping over her. He had leaned across the seat and opened the passenger door for her so she could climb right in beside him. They left for their favorite hotel. He said no more and neither did she, aware of him eyeing her speculatively as they drove the short distance to the hotel. The porter welcomed them with a smile and nod of his head. Aariz stepped back to let her precede him into the hotels restuarant. The restuarant was full when they entered it, and Komal saw two young women eye Aariz with evident interest. Seeing him through their eyes she had to concede he was worth looking at, his dark suit a foil fir, his black hair, sensual curve of his mouth. She followed him to their usual table by the wall and sat down, avoiding his daring eyes as he took the seat opposite. The headwaiter was there to greet them. What do you recommend tonight, sir? Ask madam, Aariz waved his hand towards Komal. Well, Komal thought for a moment. She tipped her head one side, a heavy mass of hair spilling over one shoulder. Anything special in your menu tonight? Madam weve excellent Chicken Karhaai, and Mutton Sajji flown in from Quetta today. Grilled with butter, they cant be improved on. The waiter told her obediently. Sounds great. Before she could speak, Aariz interrupted. Sajji Okay for you, Komal? Umm, Id prefer something lighter. She replied, as she fluffed out her long dark brown hair. Alright. Bring Sindhu Biryani and Chicken Karhaai with Afgan Naan and soft drinks. Aariz told him finally. Nodding his head, the waiter stepped back. Do you think its light? She asked, amazed. What? The menu you ordered. Its pretty heavy I think, specially for me. Oh. He laughed huskily. Well dear, as long as youre in Pakistan, do enjoy its food to the fullest. You wont get much chances afterwards. She smiled but said nothing. For a long moment, none of them said anything. So how was your day today? She asked finally, breaking the thick silence. He didnt reply. Instead, she saw Aariz was continously looking around them. Here and there, his eyes were everywhere but on her. She waited, as if he would finally speak to her but his eyes didnt turn toward her. She felt confused and frustrated. Aariz, She said sharply, when she couldnt take it anymore. I can see we have a real problem here. Youll have to learn to speak when youre spoken to. Im not used to people ignoring me when I talk. He turned back toward her slowly and laughed softly. I was actually enjoying seeing the way people look at you. He said. Well, Komal stared, then stopped and tried again. What do you mean the way people look at me? Youre the centre of everyones attention and attraction right now. He told her proudly. And Im proud of the fact that Im with the most beautiful lady. She looked into his face and she knew his words were true. You praise too much. She said with artificial anger. I wont argue with you anyway. He sighed. You better not, as a woman has the last word in any argument She grinned, winking delicately at him. And anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. He gave his own point of view. Smiling back at her in the same manner. She couldnt keep the laughter inside. ....do you really think Im pretty? No...not really. He paused to watch her wide brown eyes darken with sadness. I think youre beautiful! She giggled again and fluttered her lashes demurely. So, He took a long breath and bent toward her. Last time you asked about me, now its your turn. Turn for what? She asked not getting him for a second. I want to know more about you. Oh, She sighed, the naturally red lips parted slightly, the deep brown eyes were half hidden beneath the smooth lids. Im not much different from you when it comes to nature. Im a fun-loving person too. Outgoing, career oriented. I want to be a lawyer. As she told him, he noted that her eyes had some special interest and ambition in them. I am appying for barrsiter ship and would do masters in law. She added with confidence. Wow. He exclaimed, looking clearly impressed. Career women have always been my ideal. Im always pleased when a woman achieves success, especially in a field too often dominated by men with inferior talents. He gave his personal opinion. Throughout dinner, she chatted about her background, her aims about becoming a sucessful lawyer. He loved listening to her low, edgy voice as she spoke of her job, her ambitions, her family and her hopes for the future. For just a second, he wished he did know a woman with a voice like that. Could spend an evening listening to that laugh, sharing a dinner and memorable moments. It was only in the end when he came to the point, and this was the moment, for which both of them had waited for so long. Komal..... His tone changed suddenly, his voice a mere whisper, intense with emotion. I want to tell you something really important. His eyes looked deep into hers, and then moved over her whole being slowly. A tiny jolt shot through Komals body, the touch of his eyes creating an actual physical sensation as they moved over her. Ive never known the feelings I experienced with you. He began to say. I smile eaxh day as I open my eyes and cry each night as I close them. I thought, thought and thought and then it occured to me that.... He left his sentence unfinished, took a brief pause to see her rapidly changing facial expressions, a faint pink glow that spread upward to paint her cheeks, and then continued. I want you to belong to me. My dear girl, each day I love you more, I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world. He told her firmly, unshakably, meaning every word of it, Believe it or not, but I really, truly, madly, deeply love you. I.....I She stammered thickly, not knowing what to say. I am in love with you Komal, with all my heart and soul, and through out my life Ive never been this sure about anything like Im about my lobe for you. Its true, real and genuine. He confessed all in just one breath but left her breathless in return. And Komal......She was speechless. She was too overwhelmed to speak anything. She again looked at the wonderful eyes- glittering with expectation to listen to affirmative- of his beloved. Their eyes locked and she detected compassion and love, love and love alone. There was no trace of lust. Aarizs eloquent eyes were shining radiantly with loud imploration. Do you love me? He whispered, praying for a positive answer. Please say yes to me, Komal! Im dying to hear your yes. Dont deny me, Komal, dont deny me! Komal felt that all other emotion, namely; doubt, despair, anxiety, worry and all alike, fled into thin air and disappeared into the universe. Flowers of love bloomed all around in ones and twos around them. All the ugly changed to beauty. A heavenly fragrance hovered all around the large spacious place. All evils turned to virtue. Thousands of melodious notes, under the skilled baton of some cherubim, blended together to produce a divine music all around the room. Having controlled herself somehow, Komal whispered those three divin words, which, since time immemorial, had been spoken, are spoken at present, and will be spoken in every love-smitten heart as long as there will be love on this surface. I love you too, Still looking into the wonderful eyes of Aariz, from which love and affection had been very evident, she repeated and repeated. It seemed like his powerful eyes had completely hypnotized her, taking her into his strong magnetic trance. From the very first time I saw you, I said to myself, that is the kind of man I would like to be mine. She placed her hand upon his to prove her point.....an affirmation......a pledge to him. Ah. He let out a long breath, which he has been holding for so long. Thank you, my dear. Thank you so much. I dont want you to share anything of your life with anyone else, I want you to be my life partner, Komal. I want to marry you. He murmured. I......I need some time Aariz. She managed to say after some time. For what? There are some things, some matters which have to be decided first. He raised his brows but said nothing, perhaps not getting her point. You know Aariz. Marriage is such a big thing, we need to consider eaxh and everything. She said soberly, her tone more serious than ever now. We should proceed slowly. There are some problems too. Sone big problems, infact. What problems? The tensing of his jaw betrayed his frustration. Id tell you when I have become sure of our relationship. Come one, you are not being realistic. He laughed sacarstically. Here we are, confessing our feelings,.expressing our love for each other, and youre not sure yet? Oh, She shook her head. Dont get me wrong. Its not about what youre thinking. Its just that I need some more time to think and we need to talk about the matters which need to be settled first. She said in a low voice. Do you Aariz? As she spoke, her voice felt like silk to him. When and where a man likes a woman, he wants to become hers. But when a woman likes a man, she wants to become his need. Youve already become my most wanted need, what else do you want now? He said in a weird way. She laughed at the face he made. Dont be so desperate. We are not teenagers. Thats why I am so desperate. He teased more. Were old enough to get married. And how long will it take? He asked thickly. Im leaving for London this weekend. There are just three days left. Id tell you earlier than that. She said, then added. Now give me a big smile, will you? You know you dont look good at all with bad mood and sad face. She told him and the way she told him that made him laugh naturally. Now I.dont have any objection about that. When do we meet again? He asked, thick lashes masking his eyes. She didnt reply but rather stood up, ready to go. He settled the bill and followed her as she preceeded out of the restuarant. They were silent as they walked to his car, just sharing a few glances and smiles. Id call you. She gave him a brief answer, then stalked to the front passenger door and climbed into the seat and as he settled by her side, they pulled out into the heavy night traffic. When they arrived at her place, it was already late. Cold dark, windy night was not something very ordinary for citizens of Karachi. He felt absolutely wonderful and romantic. Stopping the car by the main gate of her house and turning off the ignition, he rested his arms on the steering wheel and drew a deep breath. Id wait for your decision. He said. She smiled and nodded, her lips trembling He liked her wide, vivid smile.......lengthy flaxen locks of hair that fell nicely around her shoulders. Eyes that caught yours no matter where your gaze fell upon, and her irrestible aroma; that of a spring arrangement of the most exotic flowers. Look into my eyes. Will you? He breath gently. Slowly,.she turnes her face toward him. As she looked into his face she felt a quickening of her heart. His big, gorgeous black, excited eyes stared deep into hers. His closeness enfolded her in the potent male aura of his after-shave lotion so that she felt slightly light-headed. You know Komal, His voice was unbearably sensual at the moment. When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out. His masculine hand brushed a fine lock of her hair away from her face. Why did you fall in love with me? She asked hesitatinly, her voice weak. It just happened. Like lightening, unpredictable and beautiful. And dangerous! She added silently. I....I know. He reached out and lifted her chin to meet her slightly glazed stare. Youre crying? He asked, noticing the tears in her eyes. Yes. She couldnt raise her head though. Why are you crying? He asked again. I....I dont know. Slowly, deliberately, he took her tearful face into his shoulder and ran his finger into her soft velvety brown hair. Anythung wrong? Hmm? Nothing. She said. Things have never been so right. So much beauty, Komal. You just.....are so delicate....so gorgeous. Her breath had quickened and her blood felt warm enough to melt her veins. She felt the hair on the back of her neck almost prick. It took her a second to realize she was feeling the effect of his nearness, the breadth of his shoulders and the towering leanness of his maleness. He ran his fingers through her hair. Have I told you that I love your hair? He asked. Not yet. Her face became redder. I like girls with long hair! But mine are not long. Yes. He stroked her shimmering soft brown hair again. Dont cut them from now on. Okay? Not like that! She blurted, smiling naughtily. Its tough for a career woman to keep her hair long. And its tough for a sensitive man to keep himself away from a desirable woman like you. He nuzzled her hair, breathing in her fragrance. Her body ached for him, silently urging those magic fingers never to cease their play, to go on forever vibrating upon her hair. But before she could enjoy it further, he disengaged his body from hers and slowly turned back to his driving seat. God. He murmured sharply. I was acting like some silly teenager guy without control of hormones. He laughed huskily. We didnt even realize that our car is parked in front of your house. Its okay. She smiled and combed her hair with her fingers. Take good care of yourself. He called as she opened the front door and climbed out of his car. For me. He added. She smiled and stopped, You were wonderful tonight. She said and turned to go through the main gate. Watchout for episode 10 Target: 5 Likes
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 08:15:39 +0000
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