Missing him

As her hands pressed harder against the glass of large window, she kept watching the empty roads on a Sunday morning. It was 4:00 am and her sleep driven eyes weren’t blinking a bit. She couldn’t sleep the complete night. His thoughts didn’t let her. He was missing since the whole day.

She turned supporting her back on the adjacent wall, and her eyes fell on those neatly kept white sheets and pillows on bed. Her tired muscles urged for rest.

She walked slowly to reach there. Mid way her mind dejected to relax and she picked her phone kept on table beside the bed. Her fingers quickly dialed his number again.

His number was unreachable throughout night, every time she tried calling him. But this time it did ring a bell.

Her heart beat increased with every ring. The call ended unanswered, leaving her in dismay.

Before her mind, it was her heart to react. Her tears rolled down on her pale cheeks and she went down on her knees. She curled up her body sitting next to her bed on floor.

In her silent room, she could only hear her sobs. They were loud enough for her fearful state of mind.

Her hands reached her bed sheets and she pulled them closer to her skin, trying to hide her face into them. Her sobs were still loud to be heard.

Before her heart, it was her mind to take up the decision. She dozed off.

“Naina” His voice whispered her name possessively. Her lips reflexively curved to smile a bit.

Her eyes shifted to gaze into his and his eyes stared her beautiful smile.

Breaking their stance, he pulled her up to stand still.

“What?” she asked while faking her anger.

“Good morning!” He replied as he took her into his arms. She smiled a little more. He kept adorning her smile yet again.

They lay down on bed together. They pulled each other closer.

Her anger disappeared. His smile appeared.

Her body leaned more into him and she could hear him inhale softly.

She rubbed her nose on his neck as he hugged her tighter. His fingers moved into her hairs.

Her lips kissed his throat and she could hear him exhale deep.

She repeated her moves and his breathing turned harder. She blushed a bit.

She trailed down to his chest and felt his hand trace up on the sides of her stomach. She blushed more.

She closed her eyes and kissed him. He smirked and tickled her. They both laughed.

“Where were you?” She questioned trying to resist his laugh.

He remained quiet. She opened her eyes and looked up.

Her eyes scanned the silent wall, the empty bed and lonely room.

“Were you missing me?” she recalled his counter question. “Why would I miss you?” And she remembered her respond.

She rubbed her hand against the smooth silk sheets of bed.

“I don’t miss you. I miss your touch. “She had added teasingly. He had laughed more.

Her eyes shed tears and she hugged herself more. She heard herself crying a lot more.

“Still missing my touch!?” she heard a clear voice.

She turned swiftly to the direction of voice. It was his voice. He stood there.

Her eyes knew it was him. Her heart took few seconds to believe.

She still cried as he came closer and pulled her into hug, a tight one.

“I missed you!” she exclaimed.

He rubbed his hand on her back and her sobs trying to settle down in his warmth.

Her phone buzzed and mechanically she picked to keep it aside.

Her arms hugged her pillow tightly. “I missed you so much.” She said louder.

The screen displayed his number and the call was missed before she could read his name.

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Happiness-When we met! (part2)

If someone knows you love surprises, and do something to surprise you is sweet.

But if someone never knew that, someone whom you would never expect, yet he or she gives you simple sweet little ones that are most delightful.

Something same I happen to feel, when you surprises me.

Today 30th December, 2013 1:58 pm

I was lazily snuggled into my blanket and listening music on my earphones, while my hands were busy typing on laptop my blog post. (There was something due, but this one took its place, so wait for that one also as would be shared sooner).

My current track running on mobile stopped as a call came up, I saw the caller’s photo showing on my screen. I wasn’t anticipating it at all and then it clicked me, I should receive. I whacked my head as I pressed the green button.

“Where are you?” I heard the familiar voice, and the first question.

I was surprised when the question came up straight, rather than certain ‘hi!’.

“At my home” I stated very obvious.

“Where is your home?” came up the second question. Making me more confuse.

I answered perplexed the followed up questions and by every question I found myself more puzzled.

As I ended up the call, I knew I had less time to decide. I wanted to do what was said. But the question was how. An idea popped in my head as quick as urgent the situation was and I messaged “give me 15 min”.

The first thing I did was search my wardrobe, not for my dress but for the thing I had to hand over, I was eager to give from long. Oh yes, I was getting to see him again. I cherished with the thought.

A quick comb, having a bath was not an option in such short duration, speedily I changed my dreadful looking night dress into a better decent jeans and top with a jacket over it. Well, looks doesn’t matter much, I rushed to door and skipped out of my house making any random excuse.

I realised its chilly and automatically my hand moved to zip my jacket.

“This guy would always remain to be unpredictable” I murmured as I walked, or better say ran to chosen place.

I reached and saw no one there, I knew he wouldn’t be joking. I called him and it was instantly attended.

No! No! That’s not fair! I felt like screaming in anxiety.

I won’t cross a road, I complained over phone. I wasn’t in the mood to come across in front of cars, knowing my body was freezing.

“He would never change” the thought almost came out of my mouth as I turned to watch him behind me. A smile appeared on my lips. I ended the call and stepped forward to reach him.

I never knew 3 min meeting, could be this much surprising.

I handed over him those belongings of him and with a casual hi –bye we left.

It was unexpected but happening, I felt pleasant.

P.S. part 1 would be soon updated. 😛