Farhan was handsome, there's no denying it. But when he is asleep, he's just way too adorable that you could just stare at him, forever and ever. Natasha still couldn't believe her luck, sleeping just inches away from him, as his wife, on their bed was nothing but a dream come true. It was all looking like a dream to her, a beautiful dream and if given a chance she'd never wake up from that dream. She couldn't stop herself from smiling like an idiot as she stared at his sleeping face, at three in the night. If he suddenly woke up from his sleep, he'd surely freak out. But at this moment, she didn't really care.
All of this felt so surreal though. He was her freaking husband now. He was hers! Damn, it still felt so unbelievable. To be able to stay this close to him, on his own bed as his wife. And these overwhelming thoughts weren't even letting her sleep. Her hands ached to caress his face, she'd never do it, if he was awake. But there is no harm in trying it now, as he was sound asleep. So, Natasha did what she never thought would be possible. Whilst lifting her hands slowly, she traced on his cheeks. And gosh! They were so soft. She wanted to pinch them like he would pinch hers, but refrained herself, not wanting to wake him up. Her hands automatically go to touch his hair. They were softer than hers. That ridiculous smile on her face made its appearance as she ran her hand through his hair.
"I love you so much, Farhan! Why would you never see that?" a sad smile appears on her face as she made herself comfortable in between his arms. He was a heavy sleeper and wouldn't realize even if a thunderstorm hits on his bed, which she took to her advantage and hugged him tightly. He smelled so good. Let tomorrow be doomed, she didn't care about what he'd think of her the next day. All she could think was now, of how she perfectly fit in his arms as she rested her head near his heart whilst closing her eyes. Just like that, Natasha had the best sleep of her life. The smile on her face hadn't disappeared throughout the night.
The next morning when Farhan woke up, he was in for a surprise. His pillow felt softer than usual and it was a lot more comfortable too. If he didn't have to go and attend that damn meeting in his firm, then he'd just stay on the bed the whole day. But technically it wasn't possible, so he woke up with a groan and was shocked. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him.
Did he sleep on Natasha's bosom the whole time? How on the earth did he end up here? He had no idea, but before she'd wake up and think of him as some pervert, Farhan sprinted out of the bed and locked himself in the bathroom.
All the while Natasha was peacefully sleeping, having no clue of what havoc she has created in Farhan's mind.
***
"Your breakfast!" Natasha placed his bread roast on the dining table while she sat on her chair and started eating her own breakfast. Farhan just hummed in response not being able to meet her eyes. The image of his head resting on her bosom refused to leave his mind.
"Farhan, I want your sign here." Natasha gave him some paper along with a pen, he signed them in a daze without having a look at what it was. Which left her in shock for he didn't ask what it was, nor did he look her in the eyes. This definitely bothered her.
"Hey! Won't you read what it is?" she asked, whilst taking the paper from his hands.
"What?" he dumbly asked her, which made her want to roll eyes.
"You signed it without reading anything... What if I transferred all your money on my name, hmm?" she joked and only then the realization hits him as he took that paper back from her and read it carefully.
And his eyes widened again," really? You could have taken all my money instead of this." Natasha took that paper back from him with a smug smile. Now, this is the reaction she was looking for.
"It's just two weeks, Farhan!" Natasha shrugged casually but he glared at her, hating himself for not reading before signing.
"Two weeks in an unknown place? No, you're not going." Farhan said sternly. She pouted at him, but he wasn't going to give in.
"I will be fine, my classmates are all going. Our professors will be there. I want to go too. My Chachi never allowed me to go on one of these trips while you and Haya used to go all the time during the bachelor years. Please let me go now at least." she pleaded him with her puppy eyes.
"It's unsafe," he said sternly, whilst trying to take the paper back from her but she hides it safely under her arms. And glared back at him.
"I will manage. It's just two weeks. It was your fault anyway. You signed it. So, I'm going!" she left her breakfast in between and marched upstairs leaving behind a startled Farhan. He didn't know that she was a brat too.
***
"Seriously? Don't be childish, Farhan," she whined at him as he did something on his phone. It was evening now, the whole day he had been giving her cold shoulders. Dropped her off in the college without speaking a word and it continued, the time was five freaking thirty now. He was ignoring her for the whole eight hours. And she couldn't just stand his anger anymore.
"Please, it will pass in a blink of an eye. I will be back, safe and sound. Pakka." she sounded like a child convincing her mother to have ice cream for every meal. So adorable and innocent and he tried hard to keep a straight face whilst pretending to be mad. He wasn't angry with her but was just concerned. What if something happens to her?
"You can go," he said sternly and turned to look into his phone again. She glared at him as he ignored her.
"That's it? You're not going to talk with me then?" she pouted. He ignored her deliberately with a hidden smile. It was fun to see her like this. He wanted to see till where she goes to make him talk.
"Talk with me!" she went close to him and strangled his neck, shocking him. He hadn't expected her to turn violent like that. But he still wanted to play that game, so he gave her a look and stood up from the chair.
They were in their garden, where they'd usually drink their evening coffee together. But today was a different case as Farhan was not on speaking terms with her. He was just having fun watching her making efforts to make him talk with her. It was really fun until she decided to on that water pipe and shove it at him. And now he was drenching wet, as the water hits him with a force.
"NATS! HAVE YOU GONE NUTS? WHAT THE HELL?" Farhan shrieked in disbelief, thank heavens that his phone is waterproof and he had nothing very important in his pockets. He looked at her furiously as she still hadn't switched off that freaking pipe.
"Serves you right for not talking with me, deliberately!" she smiled evilly.
"You're so gone, Natasha Rehman!" he bent to keep his phone on the chair and turned to face her, by now she has thrown the pipe down below and was running for her life. He took that damn pipe in his hands and targeted it towards her.
"AH!" she shrieked, whilst continuing to run, he still wouldn't stop the pipe from attacking her with water. They were now running all through their garden, leaving no plants un-watered whilst getting drenched.
"Stop... I call the truce. Sorry." she yelled as he wouldn't show any mercy on her. Farhan finally turned it off with a smirk, as he eyed her sideways. She was completely and insanely drenched in water.
"You're so evil!" she came to strangle him again but stumbled on her foot and fell on him with a force. Losing his own balance, Farhan fell on his back, as she landed on his chest. They both froze. Their eyes, now locked. His pain remained forgotten for a while as he stared into her beautiful green eyes, which looked hypnotic. Pulling him into her like a magnet.
Natasha's breathing was uneven, as she eyed him, who was already eyeing her intensely. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it as words failed to form. She was a nervous wreck by now. His hands were placed on her back and her heart was a mess. She couldn't understand what the hell just happened.
They were never so close before; yesterday didn't count because Farhan was sleeping at that time. And to top of it all, her drenched clothes were hugging Natasha like her second skin. She was basically lying on top of him and he was doing nothing to push her, instead, he was just staring at her whilst holding her back. His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips, which he was looking at; way too keenly. Her eyes automatically go to his lips. Making her wonder, what it'd feel like to kiss him which made her bite her damn lips.
Farhan was still curiously eyeing her lips, his eyes didn't avert an inch, and that made her freeze yet again.
Was he thinking the same thing as me? Did he also want to kiss me or what?