Is love worth worth waiting for?

It is always. Nothing else is worth waiting for except it. Love is the only real thing in life, all else is a facade. Only fortunate people gets it back.
And only fortunate people know that they have it for someone -somebody .

Life is a mess and only love is the medicine. There is no other cure out of this messed up life except such true love. One can be unsure of the other coming back but it is still worth waiting..because existence never gives you any feeling which is not worthy keeping in you .

It will get its expression very soon perhaps. It's not easy forgetting someone you admired so much. This someone special comes too close to the heart to be forgotten.

Leaving him for himself..is too love and respect towards him..Love has its own many ways to express itself.

Love is an emotion that can be expressed in the true way only if you happen to have the required maturity. The relationships we become part of, in our adolescence are nothing but we liking the person basing on one or more attributes about them be it their behavior, nature, beauty, courage and the ease you happen to have with that person.

I'm not faulting the people who are in relationships in the teens, it's just that there's much more to what you actually feel and act during this period.

The more mature you become, the better you deal with your relationships. Everything will fall into place the moment you find the partner.

I know I made many mistakes in my life and I won't be forgiven this easily so I've told my mind and heart that we'll wait. We'll wait till the day Ashar forgives me. Even if it's the last day of me on the earth, I would wait patiently, like right now I'm patiently waiting for him to return from his work.

I was pacing in the hall room every now and then looking at the main door. It's going to be One soon and he has still not came, yet. Worst of the worst scenarios were running in my mind. It's no use of calling him becasue he doesn't picks up my call and if I it's really important then I make Nafisa call him to tell him to pick up my call. But now no one is there in the home except me and Shezan, who was sleeping.

Uncessarily, I was panicking even though my heart was saying that he's alright, perfectly fine, he's caught up in work. But, No, I will still panick and I will still think negative. I was suddenly feeling very irritated with everything present in the room.

Still pacing the room with the same speed when my ears perched up, "Ashar" my voice barely a whisper when I rushed towards the main door, opening it when he was about to rang the doorbell.

His tie was hanging loose, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He was holding his coat in one hand while on the other hand, he was holding his laptop bag.

"Assalamualaikum" I softly said and took the laptop bag from him.

"Walekumasalam" he replied back, handing me his bag.

Stepping inside he closed the door.

His eyes were bloodshot red with puffy pouches under his eyes. He looked so tired.

"Dinner?" I asked to which he politely declined. Strange! He always argues or shout as soon as he comes home, but today he's very quiet. Must be because of the workload?

He went up to his room while I decided to give him some time before asking anything. I went up and checked Shezan which I always do. After checking upon Shezan, I went to his room. Slowly opening the door, I squeezed myself inside, keeping his bag on the side table.

He was curled up in a chair in the corner of the room, eyes staring unblinkingly at the large clock opposite him. His eyes were dark, and the rings below them even darker; periodically his eyelids would droop downwards, only to have them snap wide open again, feigning alertness. His clothes, while expensive looked less than impressive; his suit was creased and his tie was loosened halfway down his chest. His hair was unkempt and ruffled, resembling a birds-nest more and more as the clock ticked on.

"Ashar, you didn't changed?" I asked.

He didn't said anything and quietly stood up from the chair.

"Is something wrong?" I asked standing in front of him.

"No, just a bit, tired!" He replied.

"You need rest. But first, freshen up!" I smiled.

"If you don't mind then can you please press my head? It's paining!" He asked.

"Yeah, sure. But again, you need to change!" I said giving him a soft smile. He just nodded and went inside the washroom. In the meantime, I quickly placed the pillows properly on the bed, smoothening the little creases that were formed on their covers. Slightly tucking inside the corners of the bedsheet, I spread the comforter on the bed, running my hand on top of it to even out.

The bottle on the side table was half empty, so I decided to fill it up. I turned only to scream and sat on the bed abruptly. He was standing right behind me, while I turned and that made me scream.

"You scared me!" I said keeping my hand on my chest. He just rolled his eyes before crawling on the bed an lying down. "I'm going to fill the bottle" I said getting up.

"Let it be! I won't need it anyway." He said with his eyes closed. Sighing, I kept the bottle on the side table before sitting properly beside him. Reluctantly and very slowly I touched his forehead, the intensity of the spark that flowed through my veins was enough for me to pull my hand back.

He opened his eyes the very moment, eyebrows furrowing.

"Don't you dare try to pull your hand back, not until I say...just keep on pressing my head!" He muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows before glaring at him.

"And stop glaring!" He said with his eyes closed.

Huffing, I started pressing his forehead slowly. My fingertips slightly grazing his eyebrows, my heart skipped a beat. Gently pressing the temples, massaging it slowly. Dragging my fingertips back to the middle of the forehead, I massaged slowly. Lightly touching his hair, my stomach did a summersault.

Running my fingers in his hair, I smiled to myself. If this would have been some other day, he wouldn't have even let me come near him, let alone touch him. But today, he was being extra soft with me.

"Ashar?"

"Hmm..."

"Did you have your dinner?"

He declined without saying anything or opening his eyes.

It seems like he was enjoying my touch.

Was he?!

"You?" He asked back.

I kept quiet. Will he believe me if I'll answer him? Or Will he again think that I'm just making up?

To be on the safe side I also thought to answer him just like the way he did.

I also declined just by nodding my head. But what made my heart filled with warmth was his reaction!

He was snoring....

Not only that

He had wrapped his arm around my waist and have kneaded his face on the sides of my waist.

A gush of feelings, emotions, sparks flowed through my veins, making my cheeks burst with the heat that was his body radiating.

If this thing would have happened in the past, I would have literally kicked him off the bed for snoring away and would have even threatened him but things were different now, we were different now. Now, all I craved was him!

Here, he was sleeping peacefully, dreaming about something, which made him smile in his sleep while I'm half awake only to watch him sleeping.

Even if I want to, I couldn't just let go off this moment.

I really wonder that what exactly happened in the office that made him so worn out but at the same time so soft towards me!

Slowly I removed his bangs that was falling on his eyes. He really does have something in him that always brings me closer to him. No matter how much and what not I did, but still I couldn't throw him out of my heart. He always holds a special place in my heart.

My heart always beats for him and will always beat for him, only.

I smiled looking at his peaceful sleeping posture, running a hand on his forehead. Leaning down a little I softly planted a kiss on his temple making him groan and pulling me more closer, if that was possible!

I won't be even exaggerating when I say that his head was now resting on my lap, his arms still wrapped around me. Slowly, caressing his hair, my hand got lost in his velvety silky hair. Resting my head back on the wall, I kept on running my hand in his hair, my eyes slowly closing, I don't know if it was my mind that was playing it's tactis with me or was it real!

But somewhere down my dreamland, I heard someone whispering "I Love You" but before I could even ponder upon it, my body went lose, my head now rested on his head, both of our fingers entangling with each other, I dreamed of Us.