The streets were dark, the lights on the either buildings were all put out. The whole neighbourhood has fallen deep asleep hours back, including the man who had his arms wrapped around me. Yet, here I am wide awake staring dead at the revolving fan above me

The cuffs that restrained me while he made love to me was still hanging off the corner of the bed. He liked it this way. That's.....what he told me.

As my eyes went towards the dangling pair of cuffs, those moments of moans, whimpers and sweaty exchanges rushed through my mind making me feel even bare. How prominently was the cool breeze brushing through every inch off my bare skin that it compelled me to cover myself completely with the sheets.

He went down on his knees last night in front of a hundred cameras and flashing lights, expressing how happy he would be to have me as his wife. I agreed, of course.

I did not even realise the grin over my face as the diamond ring in my finger glittered in the peeping moonlight. I flexed my fingers deliberately at the moonlight just to see it shine. No, the camera flashes were not as shiny as this diamond that spoke a thousand different languages of his love.

Yet sleep somehow could never hit my eyes.

I stared at the sleeping face that was buried into my shoulders. The ruffled jet black hair, the stubble hugging his jaw. The man who would bring the world down at my feet. The man who was so utterly in love that he wouldn't even let me out of his sight.

Any woman would kill to have someone like that love her. Right?

A shaky breath pulsed out of my chest

Soon, gradients of sunrise peeped through the horizon. 6:30 am, the clock said. Time to wake up.

I lifted the heavy arms off my torso delicate enough, not to wake him up and got off the bed. As my feet hit the cold floor a rush ran through my veins as if releasing me off the weight, I never knew I was holding.

I breathed in deep and released a sigh trying to calm down all the reverberating thought through my calm when a strong arm curled across me and yanked me back.

"Elijah, no!"

"Hey Beautiful!", he spoke in a groggy voice. A boyish grin was pasted across his face as the chiseled folds of his face reflected off the orange beams of the dusk, "Slept well!!"

Charmer..

"No..."

He crossed his hands at my back and pulled me in even closer to himself. So close that I could feel his breath against my face.

"Why?" brushing a strand of hair off my face.

"Couldn't sleep..."there was no more words that I could frame. No reasons that I could choose.

"I think we should hit the bed one more time so you can have a good night sleep..", he suggested in a mocking tone staring deep into my eyes.

"That won't help, dear...you remember I have an office to reach, right..?"

xxxxx

He rolled her to her back and placed himself over her, "You sure about that?"

"Elijah, Please....!" She whimpered almost pleading..

The smile wiped off his face as he scanned through her face. Reluctantly, he pulled himself off her and off the bed.

He sauntered towards the sofa and pulled a robe over his body as she laid bare letting shallow breaths escape through her lips. He looked over his shoulder one last time before he barged off the bedroom.

She kept staring at their revolving fan as the footsteps receeded down the hall, the lower the echoes, the relaxed her muscles were. Soon, the sound of the footsteps vanished down the stairs and a tear escaped the corner of her eye. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath.

Elijah. A past movie star known for his charm and a present journalist known for his wit. Women all over the country prays to get just one glance from him. While he has managed to attract all eyes towards him, Noor was the one and sole he has his eyes on.

One day when a fateful accident almost claimed her life. The world has seen him shatter. The man who had religiously shielded his personal life and vulnerabilities from the sneaky paparazzi, did not bother what the lenses captured that day.

The moment he rushed towards her with blood shed eyes when she woke up and held her with shaky hands, it broke her into million pieces.

That day he promised , that he would never let her out of his sight, ever again. And, there she was at his villa always in front of his sight.

She got off the bed, took a bath and changed into a red silk dress.

As she walked down the hallway, she could see the large dining table dressed in white flowers and silver ware. At the corner of the table, a white china covered in a silver top. Overlooking it stood the server, looking straight with a solemn face.

However, on reaching the table she realised it was just her and the server. She scanned across the room. No one..

"Elijah?" she enquired.

"He left madam.."without breaking his stare or his position.

"He did not have his breakfast.."

"I am afraid, not madam.."

He was disappointed. She knew that it was her. A string painfully pulled into her heart, as she adjusted herself on the chair pulled by the server.

She glanced at the other side of the table. Empty. Silent. Except for the occasionally clinking of cutlery as the server served her meal.

Since, the day she recovered, Elijah took his time to ensure that she always had a healthy meal. Not just that, he also pulls his creativity to ensure that the meals are tasty and rich to her tastebuds.

"Anything for my love.." he would say in an exaggerated accent, cocking an eyebrow and a smirk.

But, today none of the so called delicious food could take her mind off the fact that he left. Breaking the norm of having breakfast together no matter what.

He left....

"Madam..." breaking her chain of thoughts. She looked over her shoulder at the direction of the voice. The server was still waiting beside her chair.

With a solemn smile, he stepped forward with a small covered plate and placed it to her right.

"What is this?" She enquired with a visible crease to her forehead.

"Sir, left this for you..."

She placed her spoon carefully still staring at the plate and uncovered it.

A piece of cake. Her favourite kind. And, a note alongside.

"Something to get the smile back on that pretty face.." a smile immediately curled across her lips.

He loves her. He does indeed. Yes.. He loves her..