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Longing.



Verses coming out of his mouth while he offered the last prayer of the day at 3 AM and kept thinking about her. His mind had a specific portion reserved just for her so whatever happened or whatever he was doing, he just kept thinking about her and couldn't shift the whole focus to something. It was just another busy day for her, and just another longing for him. She had went to a wedding and he had longed to see her. And when she came back home, God knows how beautiful she looked because he didn't have any words to tell her about her appearance. She was wearing a pinkish dress with almost little lipstick and not much make up either, just as he desired. She had just come home from a wedding and her thoughts were full of their own wedding plans. They both desired each other so much that had it not been Pakistan and this little hypocritic narrow minded thinking, they would have married long ago irrelevant of their ages. This happened every now and then that they both desired each other so much that it was out of control. He wanted to hold her cheeks and put his lips on hers and not leave them. She wanted to run her cold fingers on his body, inside his shirt, all over his chest. It was a beautiful mess.
And he dreams of being actually with her at 3 AM laying in their bed, with her scratching their bedsheet and their hands over each other, inseparable. In the dark with no electricity available, only his laptop screen's light, he dreamed them together, he dreamed them lying together in their bed, with her sitting in his lap talking to him with his eyes meeting hers. They are so indivisible yet they both fear the future, what might it hold for them.

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