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" No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness "

* Aristotle *

He was continuously after my soul, demanding to know about the picture he saw hung on my wall. How will I explain him? What if he doesn't believe in what I say? Or what if he stops loving me?

Taking a deep breath, I excused myself saying that I had an urge to puke as my stomach was feeling reflexed.

Though,he refused to cut the call and said he was waiting. Pls no, how will I?

With small steps, I walked myself into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Seeing my face in the mirror, the reflection closely resembled a panda baby. Yes that was me. I was 5'2 and I had to take a small stool to stand up and look myself in the mirror. The roof was too tall for me.

I splashed water several times and then performing wadhu I prepared myself for Isha salah. I had delayed it too much and now it was 11:00 pm.

Without informing him, I cut the call though I knew he would be madly angry on me for doing so. But, I didn't bother much.

Spreading the prayer mat, and tying the veil around my head securely I recited the words of Quraan as I folded my hands at my chest. Reciting the opening chapter of the Quraan gave me those usual goosebumps, where a servant like me stands before His Rabb and is asking to show the path of righteousness and is aware of His wrath that took place upon those before us, and then mumbling an Aameen upon asking the path of those whom He blessed.It was all so peaceful. For the time being, it had the power to dissolve all the negativities around me into a greater and more calming aura.

When I finished with my prayers, I raised my hand towards the heavens and eyed Him with pure affection and the need of mercy. He understood me without even my words. He knew what I had in my heart, and what I was to ask Him.

My rhythmic connection with spirituality was broken, when he barged inside with daggers shooting out from his eyes. Is he planning to murder me with them?

" What the hell you thought while disconnecting the call? Do you even have a tinge of idea, how worried I was? I began to think of all the impossible happenings, and I found the lady constable sleeping quite well in the lounge and the room was the same messy I left back then.  Infact,it got messier. "

He was now standing in front of me, hands dug into one of his pockets and the other trying to calm his depressed nerve on forehead.

' Umm, yeah. Well. I just added a dose of sleeping pill in the juice I served her, so she went off maybe. And yeah the stuff spread across was because of my Prince-Charming '

I was looking at his facial expression, which was changing many colours, and it seemed like his eyes had turned the size of bugs.

' Whaat? Why are you staring at me like this? '

He now raised a quizzical brow at me and was tapping his feet demanding to know what I was hiding.

' Ahh. Okay. What do you want to know? '

I sighed in defeat, as there was no chance of ignoring him and this tell-me-now-or-I'll-do-something kinda attitude.

" Who is your Prince-Charming when you're supposed to be only mine, Cinderella. "

' Haahahaha '

I couldn't control my laughter on his cute jealousy, though I had fallen for him I was falling yet harder.

' He's my cat. I call him that. He hates violence so I had hid him inside my closet. So finally when I let him out he let the anger out on all those poor stuff. Here he is. Aww, my baby. '

I cooed him in my arms and caressed his furs, after picking him up, on which I was returned a sweet gesture of him licking my cheekbone.

' Prince charming, say hello to Mr.BellNuts. '

Holding his paw in my arm, I signalled Azfar to shake hands. I mean paw hands.

" What the hell? Stop this nonsense Bellarina. I thought you were sensible. God. I better adopt any kid than marrying you. "

He earned a deadly stare from my cat as he was not pretending to like him, and so he scratched his paw on his so expensive jacket, and goodness the look on his face was admirable!

I quickly kept him aside and snapped his picture of the moment, that was a cute thing to rejoice later!

" Heyy you! "

' Haha, on your face honey. '

I pulled out my tongue and then glancing at him I ran for my life. I circled around the table and the couches that were kept there. But, I was not that athletic. Sad.

" Haha, behind your sweet face. Caught you! "

He finally was successful in chasing me when my stupid dress was stuck in the nail that protruded from the table.

' Well, I lose! You win ! '

I tried controlling my unsynchronized breaths, that were growing so fast that it was evident my heart would cut open my chest sprouting , any time soon.

" Breathe Bellarina "

He whispered seductively in my ear, and brushed his fingers across the strand of hair that was disturbing his sightseeing.

" So, he is your prince charming. Who am I to you then? "

' I will tell you once you let me breathe. Move away pls. '

" And what if I don't let you breathe? "

' I'll... Die.. '

" Do you think I'll let my breathes go away so easily? "

' W.. What do you mean? '

" You seriously don't know what I mean? "

' N..N.. No.. Pls move... Our chests are colliding, it's not good. You're a namehram... '

" Ahh, stop reminding me that again and again. And You can now breath, or should I lend you mine if you're finding it that difficult? "

He moved away like two feets or so, but had the same mischief in his eyes which laced his tone too.

' No need, I've my supply of oxygen back as you're away now. '

" And what if I near again? "

A playful smirk crossed his lips and then, he sat cross legged on one of those couches accomodated in my room.

' Yew! Remove your shoes. You're dirtying my room! '

" Oh. So. You're not wearing any slippers yourself. Aren't your feet cold? "

'  No they're not. My room is carpeted if you can see. '

I pointed down towards my feet, where I was standing on one of the turkish rug my baba had gifted me on my previous birthday.

" Well, if you say I'll throw them off. Your feet are so beautiful. "

He complimented me without looking into my eyes as now he was unlacing his shoes, thankfully he didn't see me blushing.

" No, I saw you Blushing already. "

' What. But. How? And hey how did you know what I'm thinking '

" Because you were not thinking, you were whispering actually. You look beautiful like a rabbit while blushing, the natural white color suits the tint of pink on its face. "

' I'm not a rabbit. '

" Yes you're! Miss Rabbitlarina "

' Arghhh! I'm not! Stop calling me those cringy names, I'll puke. '

" Are you pregnant? "

' What? Have you lost it completely? '

" Then why are you puking every now and then ! "

It was getting harder and harder for me to not conquer his feelings and have them for myself too. I was badly in love.

" And who say: Our lord, avert from us the doom of hell. Such dooms are ever living. This hell is a bad place for abode and station. "

( AL-QURAN 25:65-66 )