REMARKABLE

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I have broken all my right hand fingers writing this.

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Yahya Firas had been awake for some time, now. Rays of sunlight peeked in the room, shyly dancing across his marred back as he shifted on his side towards his wife- A smile lifted the light corners of his dark lips.

He heaved a sigh of relief and smoothed the tendrils of her hair between his thumb and index finger as he patiently waited for her to roll into his arms, mold into him and make him complete. She had done it so many times first thing in mornings like those, it would be unusual if she didn't. She would arch into him when he'd allow his knuckles to flutter against the delicious curve of her back.

Up and down.

Back and forth.

Slowly, leisurely.

His large palm curved around the soft curve of her lovely shoulder, Yahya Firas found his misplaced lips accompanying his hand as he turned her over, his patience had deserted him. He roused his wife to the best of the days she had ever lived.

"Assalamualaikum, aapki subah hogai?" Yahya Firas whispered with a tinge of envy when she blinked her eyes, open. A man like himself was jealous of her sleep. Please note, Sleep.

"Walaikumasalaam, "Armineh bit her lips to hide the perennial smile that crowned them when she opened her eyes to the dream she had been living for several days, now but it would not vanish neither did her smile that robbed every ounce of breath out of her husband's lungs when she turned on her side to face him. Her hair tickled the length of his unfeeling arm. Yahya's racing heart took a mighty trip to its feet.

"Aap kabse jaag rahay hain?" ( Have you been awake for long?)

"Kaafi dair hogai intezaar kartay huay, (It's been some time since I have been waiting for you.)"  Yahya Firas wove his fingers in her hair and pulled her close, her sight filled every inch of his criminal vision. He loved it. He loved living every sweep of her eyelashes. He loved existing in her short gasps of air. He loved surviving the blush that painted her cheeks, crimson and trailed down the svelte arch of neck to her small feet. He loved breathing her words, spoken solely for him.

"You need to shave," She muttered, smoothing the bristles on his angular chin.

Yahya Firas didn't he was capable of more than just a nod, Yahya Firas closed his eyes relishing the warmth and comfort her gentle hand offered.

"Have you had breakfast, yet?" She uttered in a hoarse voice. The hair at the back of Yahya's neck bristled, he was far too aware of her. Yahya Firas swallowed, thickly and drew in a precise breath. He was sure his heartbeat reverberated in the four walls of the room more than it echoed in his chest.

"In this state? I haven't moved an inch," He glanced down at his naked chest and then, at Armineh. He cleared his throat to bring the unwavering attention of her eyes wandering the smooth expanse of his defined torso to meet his, he tingled all over. Yahya Firas smirked, "Are you offering? Aap Saaf baat karain, Armineh." He was bare beneath the sheets, no surprise there.

Armineh stared at him, unblinkingly, "Don't be crude, Yahya Firas."

"Aap ne poocha tha, (You asked)" Yahya Firas shrugged, without a hint of embarrassment as his teeth clamped down on his lower lip. A peal of sweet laughter bubbled from her throat, begging a smile on his lips. He swung to his back to watch her sit up, he had yet to move his arm. He affixed her with rapt attention when she gathered her messy hair at the nape of her neck, admiring the lovely smile on her lips. The sunlight bounced her left collar bone, honing it to perfection, few freckles twinkled under his sharp scrutiny. She picked his white shirt discarded between their pillows and grinned at him, putting it over her head.