Non-erotic The Scarface I Hated by Trambak

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Time stopped for us and much later, I found my man looking curiously at me. His hairs ruffled over his eyes.

"You scary girl!" He said

"Not as scary as you!" I replied.

"But you do not love me." He complained.

"No I don't and I am a complex woman. What do I know about love? Between us maybe you can love and I could be the capable wife." I whispered and said weakly, "If you permit me."

He looked at me with alarm and tried to say something. I smothered him in my kiss and said, "Yes, if you permit me."

Did I mistake the glint in his eyes as tears? The man who stood fearless to death for someone he barely knew. Was someone shedding tears? For me?

"Yes", I said again. "I have been always been a speck of insignificant and meaningless dust for everyone I have known. I want to have a corner all to myself in your large heart. I want to be the beautiful yet imperfect wife to this terrible face that my Imran is not ashamed of."

He stopped me from saying a word further. The bear hug crushed my face to his broad chest. It was a comfort I never knew existed.

"What are we going to do tomorrow? It a holiday." I casually asked.

Imran considered, "Let us go somewhere. I will call Suresh with his car."

I laughed, "Balls, Mr Imran. You need more practice."

Imran laughed too, "Okay then. Balls to Suresh and his car."

And we practised harder. In right earnest.