Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 21

Komal lifted an arm and brushed aside a strand of dark brown hair that fell lazily across her forehead.

She knew he would want to see her this way, fresh and natural without any goopy makeup to mask her natural loveliness.
“Komal are you going somewhere?”
Hairbrush almosy dropped off her hand as she heard her mother’s voice at her back.
“Y….yes Mom.”
“Where?”
“To meet a friend.” She turned back to face the huge mirror of her dressing table, applying lipstick to her pouting lips.
“Is there some party or something?” Her mother raised her brows.
“Why, nothing, nothing at all,” She stammered. “Just a simple meeting.”
“Alright, but this is Karachi, not london.
Be back soon, okay?” Her mother looked into her eyes.

“I will mom. Don’t worry,” Turning back to her mother; she gave her a typical daughterly peck on the cheek and said goodbye to her as she left her room.
She had always been proud of her parents.

They were ‘ideal’ parents for her. Not just because she was their only child but also because their nature was very flexible and they were really ‘broadminded’.
They had always trusted her and she had never made any attempt to break their trust.

Aariz parked his car just in front of her gate and climbed out of it. He firat rang the doorbell and then knocked on the door, feeling that she’d be able to hear his heart pounding through it.

He was almost about to ring the bell second time when suddenly the door opened and Komal appeared from inside.

Once again, Aariz was struck by her apprearance, as she looked extremely gorgeous in a cute simple royal blue fitting dress and matchinf heels. Her fair, smooth arms visible out of her quarter-sleeved dress added extra charms to her already very attractive figure.

He looked up at her for what must have been a few seconds, but felt like hours. Their gazes met.

There was a sense of intimacy they shared that couldn’t be denied. Something had happened between them, without a touch, without a word , but very real all the same.
“Aariz.” Her lush lips curved into a smile. “Well, I guess we’re already late.
Hurry up, I’ve to be back soon.”
“People are looking very beautiful today!” He teased but his eyes were very gentle.
Long, mascular arms folded across a broad chest.

His sentence brought a blooming crimson blush on her face.
She could feel his eyes roaming over her vulnerable and exposed figure. But, suprisingly, it did not make her uncomfortable. Instead, it gave her a surge of pride for the beautiful body she owned. Men stared at her as she walked down the street, eveb though she always tried to wear clothes that would hide her figure in the best possible way.

While he preceded her toward his car, she observed him with concentration. He was a few inches taller than she was, with broad shoulders and fine, black hair but it was his eyes that unsettled her the most.
They were a deep black, quick and brazen and tender, all at once. His hands looked strong yet artistic and they were dusted with soft black hair, as was the generous expanse of chest revealed by his open-throated whtie shirt.
The effect was one quiet, inexorable masculinity.

Here was a man, Komal decided uneasily, who had no self-doubts at all. He was probably arrogant.

There was an air of ease between them as they took their table in a candlelit restuarant whose windows afforded a panoramic view of the Arabian Sea. It was a place of lovers: soft lights and softer music, tables set discretely apart, food and service faultless.
As they both sat there, they began to just gaze into each other’s eyes. Examining the others beauty at the edge of their close focus distance. Komal felt a stirring inside her as she explored his face with her eyes. As the two gazed into each other’s eyes, they knew this relationship was going to last. An unspoken truth in their hearts for so many years….. Now thus was their time.

“Aariz….” She called him in a low voice. “Aariz?”
“Hmmm, yes?” He opened his mouth in reply, his chin still supported by the fist of his left hand.
“Say something.” Said Komal, ultimately breaking the silence.
“I’m speechless.”
“Why?”
“When eyes can talk, I prefer to give my tongue some rest.” He smiled.
“It…it all seems like a dream to me. I never thought it could all happen so soon.” Komal whispered dreamily.
“Same here.” He sighed and straightened himself up.
“So are you going to watse all the time, sitting here like this and saying nothing?” She smiled.
He smiled back in answer, his eyes never leaving her face.
“Did I tell you Komal that I live the way you smile?” He breathed softly. “And your smile, in turn, makes me smile back.” He said and then added.
“If I could reach up and hold a star for everytime you made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.” He said in a gentle, purely romantic manner.
“Oh,” She changed her angle and turned her head to hide the expression his wonderful words had produced on her face. “Don’t flatter me,”
“I’m only telling the truth.” He told her.
“Tell me more about yourself.” She propped her chin on her hands,.her elbows paced on the table in a stylish way.
“What do you want to know?”
“Hmm, everything. Like about your family, your parents, your future plans,.your hobbies, nature.” She said, her voice filled with sheer interest and pure curiosity
“Well……I am a graduate in public administration from John Hopkins University, USA. My father urged me to go to U.S for higher studies immediately after my matriculation in Pakistan.” He left his sentence unfinished as the waiter brought their ordered menu items for dinner and refreshment. The items include Chinese fried rice with Italian salas and some fresh mushrooms. Pakistani dishes like spicy ‘Kata-kat’ and ‘Behari Kabaab’ with ‘Poori Parathas’ were also there.

The drinks include fresh lemonade, orange juice mix, and hot tea.
“My God, Aariz this is too much. Who’ll eat all this?” Komal exclaimed with shock, her big eyes getting even bigger.
“Doesn’t matter if your stomach is small. Just keep your heart big enough.” He winked naughtily.
“So I was saying…..I have been in U.S for the last nine years. I just came back last year, but thankfully living in U.S has improved my personality a lot, in certain ways.” He resumed his talk as Komal re-arranged the dishes in front of them.
“What ways?” She asked curiously.
“I mean, I am more broad minded and balanced person now. You’d not find even single trace ‘conservatism’ or ‘backwardness’ in me.” He said proudly.
“Basically, I am a simple person. Fun loving you can say, emotional in a healthy way.

I run away from sober kind of people, they simply make me bored.”
“Means, you are an out going kind of person?” Komal asked, separating the plates of spaghettis and Italian salad.
“Yes, you can say that.” He poured the hot sour and sauce soup in the bowl. “I love to have fun and want to enjoy my life to its fullest.”
“Hey, that’s my line.” Komal grinned. “I can’t tolerate sad faces. Life is too small to be wasted in sorrows and tragedies.”
Aariz smiled and said, “I’d call myself a talkative man. Talkative in a good, funny way as I love to joke around.”
“Really?”
“Yes, why not. You won’t believe I was thinking something really funny when we reached here few moments ago.” Aariz told her.
“And what’s that?”
“Some jokes related to this so called dating phenomenon.” He chuckled.
“Oh yeah? I know soms of those myseld.” Komal giggled.
“Like what?”
“Like, when before their first date, the girl tells the guy, encouraging him,’Go on, don’t be shy. Ask me out!’ and the guy says, ‘Okay, get out!”