Chapter 11
That Written thing.
He stretched his arms after staying up whole night just to make sure she doesn't catch cold or fever. It is not safe to get wet in rain and moreover pre-monsoon rains. And she cares a little about her health, it had to be him or else she would even not cover herself with a blanket while sleeping. Does she even know who covers her up with blanket every night? Perhaps, she doesn't know about it. And neither Rey want her to know it. He just do it for himself, if he won't do it then he cannot sleep. His satisfaction stemmed from the fact that she was safe and was with him. It sometimes sounded strange that finally a girl had came in his life and had changed Rey completely. He had been a sort of guy who never would care about any other person. But here, his connection with her had been something more special and different. He not only cares about her but want her to wake up every morning in his apartment.
He rubbed his eyes, in order to wipe the sleep away. It was 4'O clock in morning and she was not going to wake up before 9. And it was less cold now. So he stepped into the kitchen to fetch some coffee for himself. He twisted the coffee jar and as he pushed the lid her smiling face flashed in front of his eyes. He cannot forget how much she love the coffee he use to make, though earlier he use to make it formally but today he wanted to make it perfectly. He quickly peeped into his room where she was sleeping, and on seeing her still sleeping he took a deep breath of contentment.
He returned to kitchen and then got back to his coffee making. Thing was, for a person like Rey, it was difficult to admit and understand what are the feelings budding in his heart. He was not Dumb, he was… innocent, a person who had adjusted with loneliness and separation. But more he was getting tensed, as this was affecting his work. Whole night he tried to write his impending article, but he couldn't even write a word. Why? This was because he was so lost in his world. And strangely he just could think anything other than what happened today at Kria's home town. That worried and scared face of hers was played in front of his eyes again and again. And then he would compare that look of hers with her current sleeping one. And he registered the difference. She was happier with him. And somewhere he also has been livelier with her.
He grabbed his black coffee mug and filled it fully with coffee. He had fetish for black coffee mug, and kria hated the lot of only black mugs in rack. A gradual smile spread across his lips, while thinking about her. And suddenly an idea struck hard in his mind. He quickly reached his room which was adjacent to kitchen and pulled out his laptop from his office bag. Exhaling hard he started writing. Maybe this was against his words, but this was only thing running through the walls of his intelligence. And perhaps he was finding this only to write. Things around him didn't bother to him anymore. He was just writing and writing. The coffee which he had made was no hotter. And he forgot to take its sips a while later. He wrote the thing which was connected to his heart. He wrote the thing which was most important to him. And certainly he knew that it will come out at its best and also it would be the best thing he had ever written. He was writing his own story, but this time she ruled his tale.
Hours later he typed the last alphabets, and when done with it, took a deep breath and rubbed his sweaty temples. He looked at whole document and strangely he didn't smile this time. From inside a strange voice was stopping him from doing so. But he was too tired and ignored all the calls of his conscience. He closed his eyes after registering her still sleeping safely. He can take a nap. Finally his work was done.
With sun rising above the horizon, he closed his eyes. Sweat droplets shining in the sun light, depicting how hard he had worked for this.
And with his diving into sleep she opened her eyes, looking at him with warmth. But she had more things to do. She got off from her bed and walked towards him. She wrapped a blanket around him and while covering him with that silk blanket her eyes laid on that laptop. Strangely a strong feeling held her tight and she picked it up to see what why was it turned on at this early hour of day.
She started reading what was written in document. And she was left anesthetized.
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Achcha first of all thank you all for loving FB so much.
And FB is not ending right now. It has 5-6 chapters more to it. (That depends upon the length of updates.. as I have been giving really long updates since now) Today I gave short update as tomorrow is my younger brother Amar's birthday and I could manage writing this much only. Sorry for that. I'll send out Pm's tomorrow.
And what you read in Love of the Nile , was true. The practice of Brother sister marriage has been practiced for centuries in Egypt, not only in Egypt but in many other Chinese and Japanese cultures.
Achcha one more thing, FB will be update on alternate days now. I'l tell you the duration of it soon.
Keep loving. Story gets into its true colors from now ;)
