We were officially sleeping in a position of pretzel. He still slumbered. My head rested on his muscular chest.
The night will be a memory. We slept till evening. Sharing a bed was his idea to ease my deep anxieties. He kissed my neck until I went out like a light.
There was only one thing that strongly evocated me __ why wasn't I afraid of the murder? His hands were still covered with blood. I glanced at his whole sleeping attire. If truth be told, I wanted to replicate those kisses back to the murderer. While he was still dead to the world, It felt no harm to move inches above and plant a little kiss on the spot, there weren't any difficulties either.
I had glanced at nasty swellings under his eye.
I didn't wish to wake him up. I wanted to nuzzle and lie closely and make my way inside him.
It is known that the heart is such a thing that it blazingly discerns the difference between truth and falsehood in the subconscious state.
Zahir wasn't manipulative either possessing prerogatives. And if he does, I still had a heart set on staying more with him. Played a hunch, it was to dwell in happiness. But there was one more thing left to clear.
"Zahir. Hello?!", I gently rubbed his scalp with soothing strokes.
He emerged from his deep sleep and squeezed my body affectionately.
Facing each other with our bodies entwined.
"Zahir was there any text message ?!", I asked with great evening enthusiasm.
"For whom are you looking forward to knowing?!", he posed still heavy-eyed.
"Siddharth? Please tell me yes!!", I earnestly begged positioned under his biceps.
He suddenly baffled and turn his thoughts to 'wish it wasn't. It's what you get after fixing your gaze directly on someone's expression.
"nope. There wasn't any". He replied as luck would have it.
I was acquainted with the low-down. Just desiderate it to not show beyond doubt. I am always on the verge of tears.
"I fear to leave you, please kidnap me". It might be just my wholly brain speaking this.
"Hey, you already are kidnapped, I ain't letting you go anywhere", He chuckled but still wish it was done.
I was neither scared nor did I feel like leaving. It's awful that I don't know anything about him and still had no curiosity to know.
It was nearly 6 p.m. when we both were settled together, glancing awkwardly but still doing it anyways.
"Shana, what do you wanna do now?", he asked, separating the strands of my forehead.
"Tell me something I don't know," I replied.
"I badly hate you", he close packed himself and placed his head under my breast, and caressed my hair "Tell me something I don't know".
"I want to dance", said monotonously.
"In Your Command Lady!" he asseverated.
He suddenly got up on his knees and grabbed the loose ends up near my head and lifted the blanket all at once and then grabbed the back of my ankles and pulled me out of the bed and carried me in his arms to another big room. It was his gym.
An outsize gym with massive equipment and large firearms.
He kept me on the ground, delicately.
And turned on the blasting trance music resonating from the stereo.
"the floor's all yours". He bowed in a dramatic gesture.
I was left red-faced and nonplussed by such a weird happening. I felt undue awareness of my action.
"I didn't mean..to", I lengthened my fluster.
"how about you dance or I pull this trigger", he squeezed his gun and held his thumb to the other side of the grip.
I was horror-stricken with this sudden changed movement.
"Aren't we friends now?!", I gave a big sigh yet I had a thirst for shooting him with all those bullets of the broad arsenal.
When I looked in the mirror, I harked back to my physiognomy, forasmuch I forgot how I looked, what I am clothed in, and also spared a thought for my room where I'd devote much of my time doing productive work, either writing, dancing, singing, studying, or exercising.
In the course of evenfall, I would take myself down, scurry after some street dogs and subsequently have a duty-bound of being a tea connoisseur which materialized as proclivity and lovingly took an initiatory step towards snapping up two that is in short supply and poke fun at customers aligned, and dance scornfully to music in front of them. I would walk in all shopping centers, especially jewels and dresses, and return home by nightfall.
That was my day.
Now it is tending to develop in divergent routes.
At least I knew how to dance scornfully, as far as I know, it. The rest depends on his points.
If turn the music low, my moves will get controlled and If I turn the music sensual, it will become perfect.
"uh, can uh..can you change the music?". I scratched my head.
He was sitting on a chair, with his leg crossed over. Glancing directly at my eyeballs. He bit his lip before speaking. "you denied my favorite song, you know". He possessed anger in his intonation.
"you'll like it, I swear", I cheerfully advanced to the stereo since I was adrenalized to experiment with what I thought I could do with the moves.
I turned on the sensual deep beats.
He gazed at me rolling his gun, slightly wishing for intimidation before I start.
Guess what, he was right, I did get intimidated. But you still know a little about me. When the music starts, the rest of the world dies.
I closed my eyes. Heart palpitating to the beat.
I whipped my hair. I rolled my hip, low and slow. I added some arms.
I bent my knees, and did a booty pop side to side, unleashing my feminine energy. I, then, did a Dougie. For one moment, I giggled in view of the fact, I usually mocked the public holding a teacup, doing a Dougie.
I scooped my arm into hip sway.
And lastly, I did a Humpty, but too slow, sensually. I was shaking with laughter.
I couldn't bear up against my laugh.
I bent to my knees and laughed raucously.
He eyed me seductively.
My historic secrets made me in stitches. Guess you can understand why he couldn't grasp my chortles.
I switched off the stereo and walked cracking up.
"Zahir...Zah..you know... I... did all this..", I still couldn't stop chuckling.
I saw a slight laugh at his countenance.
"You Danced Great". He gave a remarkable judgment.
I was amazed at the remarks. I gripped my lip.
"Oh yeah, I totally forgot, how much did I get", I reared my head proudly.
"get what?", he asked.
"the marks!!", I replied, still rearing my head proudly.
"20/10", he chuckled, gazing at my erogenous zones.