Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 46

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 46

It was Eid day. The first Eid after Komal had entered his life. His parents had gone to visit their friends and relatives and when they asked him to accompany them, like he used to do in the past, he had clearly refused. Suprisingly, they didn’t much insisted. All of his servants were on vacation and now when the dark night had finally arrived, his house seemed more silent than usual.

Special occasions like these are the moments when you remember your loved ones more than usual, miss them and your heart crave for them, wishing they were with you. He had not recieved any greeting from Komal yet, which was making his heart ache and throb with longing.

Without Komal, this is the most boring and worst Eid I’ve ever experienced. He thought painfully.

Thinking about her, he went to sit on the varenda to gaze dreamily at the flickering stars and watch the moon splash its beam across the velvet black of the ocean. He leaned against the smooth white pillar on the varenda. It was 10 p.m and all was finally quiet in his household. He sat there, hands thrust deeply into his pockets, sleeves of his white shirt rolled up his forearms and his feet crossed at the ankles.

The night was perfect, the sea breeze softly and balmy. It lifted the straight black hair from his wide, intelligent brow and made his scalp feel good.

Only then, he heard some voices, like those of children, playing and laughing. Something was up. He shifted his position to gaze down at the lawn of the ground floor and from there he saw a woman, she had her back to him.

From the varenda, he saw her playing, dancing with children. She was dressed in a white Saarhi, but a white, silky veil covered her hair and upper body, presenting an interesting but graceful picture.

Suddenly she started to sway as though listening to some inner beat. Intrigued, Aariz continued to watch, unable to tear his eyes from the beautiful vision she made.

She swayed from side to side, her hands clapping in a rythm. Aariz wanted to know who she was and what she was doing in his house.

In between all those children, she looked like a beautiful butterfly surrounded by several colorful flowers. Smiling, laughing, clapping, they were looking so cute, so innocent.

And then, her angelic face turned briefly to her right, giving him a quick glimpse of her beauty. As he saw her face, he felt his entire body covered in goosebumps.

She was Zeest! Her innocent grin was charming, though he hated to admit it.

This aspect of hers was new to him, and this was the time, when he realized that he had never actually seen her in detail. The massive shield of hatred and anger had always covered his vision, never letting Zeest’s beauty enter his mind.

Suddenly, her veil dropped down to the floor
He sU-Cked his breath in harshly, his eyes unnaturally large in his face, his heart pounding erratically, unable to tear his gaze from the enticing movement of her well balanced and perfectly proportionate body.

He watched speechlessly, as her dark long hair was lifted in soft breeze and swirled about her head like a shimmering dark cloud. The whole scene looked like a movie moving in slow motion.

Zeest was so absorbed and drowned in her own wonderful world that she couldn’t notice her veil falling, and afterall, no one was there except for those innocent children and above all, she was inside her home, her own boundary wall.

But someone was definitely watching her, observing her unconsciously.

With his eyes open but mouth closed, he saw her for the very first time in great detail.

He had formed a picture of her in his mind; a typical conservative-kind of lady without any figure or shape, who doesn’t even know what beauty means and what does the word ‘fashion’ stands for. But ahead of him, was no conservative, backward lady.

She was a complete symbol of ‘touch-me-not’ for others when she was in her Hijaab. But now without Hijaab, she was a dazzling symbol of ‘touch me’ for him. (Hijaab: covering/veil).

She was stunning. A totally inrevealed figure had been revealed to him now. He stared at her curvaceous body. She was s£nsu@l, attractive and glamorous inside that Hijaab of hers. Two more things of great attraction in her god-gifted body was her waist lenght jet-black shining hair, big and provocative, very provocative eyes. Her skin was milky, her black hair was like sheer dark rainy clouds. With every swaying of her head, her black tress spread all over her scarlet face making her no less beautiful than a fairy.

Aariz’s blood heated up, catching him off guard. He found himself gazing at her hair, thinking what it would feel like to thread his hands through her silky black hair. He was amazed at his own reaction to her.

As he saw her like this in her privacy, dancing before him with the innocent children inside her protected, sheltered home, Aariz felt a strange, weird feeling of dominance and uniqueness.
He realized that she was so genuine, so real, and so original inside that Hijaab of hers and only he as her husband, was capable of sharing this great beauty of hers.

No doubt, she was irresistible beneath her Hijaab.
“But, Oh God, she’s beautiful.” A voice inside his head said in irreverent amazement.
A hint of confusion darkened Aariz’s already dark black eyes and, nibbling his lower lip, he wondered why the mere sight of bare hair, on a woman he considered cold was so distracting.

How was it possible that this ice woman—always careful to display such rigid perfection in her elegant Hijaab and Abaaya—-could have such a sensous body, with that soft, silky fair skin and beautiful shape of ups and downs of her body just begging to be touched and caressed.

A new feeling of possessiveness rose deep inside his heart. Yes, only he had looked at her body like this. She had never given a single chance to any other man to stare at her like this.

He continued to watch her, forgetting at the moment that this was the same girl whom he had cursed and hated the most.

Oh yes, no doubt he was Aariz Ali but he was a man too. He simply forgot to take his eyes away.
She had a body of a Goddess, s£nsu@l, very feminine. Suddenly, one of the children screamed and this brought him back to himself from her.

What was he looking at? He looked away and then looked back at her. Then away again, and then back.

“Don’t look at her like that, you love someone else.’ His mind warned.

“So what? She’s your wife.” His heart whispered seductively. “Absorb her fresh beauty as much as you can, as you have every right to do so. You’re her husband, her beauty is only for you. She has keep it reserved and safe for you, only for you.”
He was not the only one affected by the child’s scream, as Zeest felt someone’s eyes going slowly over her body and she felt a pang of alarm. Her body had burned with a thrilling awareness, almost as if……
Sensing something through her sixth sense, she turned suddenly, and bent down to pick her veil from the ground.

Quickly, he forced his legs to move, taking a stumbling step backward. But it was too late.

She saw him.
She saw him in a quick glance, as she lifted her veil from the ground. The realization made her skin break out in Goosebumps, and made her face flush. Total blood of her body came to her face, as she put the veil back around her body and hair.

He was still there, watching her, hypnotized by her beauty and mesmerized by her charms.

She looked away and then looked back.
Then away again, and then back.

“You shouldn’t let him see you like this, he loves someone else.” Her mind warned her.

“So what? He is your husband.” Her heart whispered teasingly. “Absorb his admiring glance as much as you can, as he has every right to do so. You’re his wife; your beauty is only for him. You have kept it reserved and safe for him, only for him.”
But she couldn’t take his eyes anymore. Unable to stand there, she ran. And then, as suddenly as she had appeared, she was gone, and it was like she had never been there at all.

Suddenly, realizing he was still staring after her long aftr she’d disappeared from view, he closed the door of his room with force after he got inside, the set of his jaw rigid.

Now, this was not the most boring and worst Eid, he’d ever experience. Was it?