The sweetness of his proximity makes her forget everything. She wonders if this is the bliss of falling truly in love.

—H.

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Her

"Aren't you coming?" asks Reumah, entering the room as she walks freely and effortlessly in her high heels. It hits the floor, alarming Evalena of her presence.

Raising her eyes from a file, she glances at her friend. "Just in a minute. This man needs surgery," she mumbles under her breath with a slow sigh, not liking how infirmity catches people and they have to bear pain even though it's for a while.

"He surely does but you can't do this operation now, can you? Let's leave!" Reumah exclaims, "You've been trying to indulge in work more than necessary. What's wrong?"

Reumah asks straight because she can't hold it anymore. It's been three days since of her noticing Evalena. She doesn't talk much, nor does she smile. She is always busy with her patients and not even taking breaks. Reumah noticed it and tried to ask on the first day but Evalena wasn't ready to speak much. She only let Reumah know that things between her and Adam haven't been going well lately.

"I told you, Reu," she says, closing the file and getting up.

"Is he even trying?" Reumah frowns, aiming at Adam to release a mocking arrow if the answer isn't according to her liking.

"He does," the answer saves Adam.

"Oh, what does he do to convince you?" She asks again, walking to the glass walls of her office, and to her amazement, she finds Adam standing beside his car. Of course, he is there for his wife.

The man stands patiently there and Reumah has no idea how he has been waiting for Evalena there. Doesn't he get tired of it? Because Reumah has seen men having interest in their women just in a while but Adam shows her something else.

She doesn't tell Evalena. Rather, she waits for an answer. Meanwhile, the girl is packing her stuff so she can leave. Today, she is leaving early compared to other doctors.

"Well, he brings me flowers," answers Evalena from behind.

Reumah smiles, catching the sight of a bouquet in Adam's hand. She is right. He brings her flowers. But that isn't all. He makes her tea, tries to initiate a conversation between them, and also gets up before her and makes her breakfast. It's been three days and he has been trying since those days but is unable to get her talking with him.

What else does he try?

Anything, but he isn't someone who can give up this easily. Patience is a virtue and he believes it. She is not anyone but his wife. No matter what, he will be always going to stand by her side. No matter how far she tried to walk away from him, he'd always been waiting for her at the point they departed so she could follow her way back to him. She'll always find him there.

What an irony!

She was the one who fell first and thought that she'd always be longing for him but here, it's Adam who is holding onto her, not wanting even the smallest of trouble to bother them.

He has vowed to her, after all.

"Of course," were the words Reumah whispered before she and her friends parted ways.

Evalena walks to Adam, noticing white lilies in his hand this time. He smiles at her like he does each time. A breeze passes through, between them, caressing his hair as a few strands get tousled over his forehead. His smile looks young this way and his eyes are golden.

He gives her the bouquet. She takes it quietly, entering the car.

Adam follows her and drives in silence. None of them speaks to each other like it's been going on between them. However, Adam wants to change it. He takes a turn which leaves her confused.

"Is there someone else to be picked up?" She asks, staring out through the window.

"No. Why?"

"Then why have you taken the turn?"

"You'll see."

Evalena waits in suspense. She doesn't question him on the way but surely wonders where he is taking her.

As the ride stretches along, she sees the change around. He didn't take the highway and chose the opposite road which led to a place where there was less noise. Soon, the path is not paved by bitumen, rather, dusty and narrower than those wide roads. There is no building around them anymore but trees and wild grass compete with humans in height. They are bronze, just like the sky above and there are birds, too, which she doesn't see at all in urban areas in the evening.

Well, it is not an urban area anymore. It is rural; countryside. The field is stretched wide. So wide that she can't even find the border that stops it. The air is cleaner and she finds it all soothing.

He stops the car and unfastens his seatbelt. Evalena follows his actions.

"Come," he says, leaving the car. Evalena follows him, shutting the door after she has left the bouquet inside. He takes her hand and they walk ahead.

She looks around, drinking in the ethereal view. The place is beautiful and the peaceful sight of the setting sun she admires from her heart. The sky is in the shades of orange, fused into the lightest of pink and lilac. She finds stars twinkling above as the sun is very close to melting like wax into the horizon.

Adam intertwines their fingers as they walk ahead and asks, "Like what you see?"

Evalena feels it. She feels it to the very veins under her skin, wrapped around bones, that how beautiful and amazing it feels to be with him. Like a body that receives the life of breath for the first time. That touch resurrects the passion in her body, lights up her insides, and makes flowers bloom in her chest.

"So much. How beautiful it is," she says, smiling down at the blooming daisies. They stop near a lake, standing by the fence. Even winters couldn't take away the beauty of greenery.

"Hm, but not more than you," he mumbles softly and turns to look at her, seeing how prettily rosiness covers her cheeks and ears. Just like the sky above that is pink like in love.

He smiles, unaware of her heartbeats that quicken in a blink of an eye. All thanks to him.

She takes a deep breath, humming along with him. "Nature fades before this speck of dust, Mr Dawood?" She questions, looking back at him.

Their eyes collide and it holds her breath for the look in his golden eyes is something words can't describe. But can only be felt like the cool and soft breeze.

"Your eyes are like emeralds and they have swallowed galaxies. Your skin is kissed by the stars. Moon shies before you and the brilliance of your smile has the Sun embarrassed. You're created by the touch of the Lord Most High."

A gentle breeze passes but it has no effect on her burning skin as fire has taken its toll under the very layers. Her face is once again getting concealed by the hues of pink. Her heart is pumping insanely. His dazed eyes see it all but he speaks nothing for now because he relishes in the shyness of his wife.

She is adorable.

"Professor Rizzler," she says under her breath, looking away, "Who taught you this all?"

She tries to act nonchalant but fails miserably. He sees through her because he can, and he likes how even though she tries to act against, her body answers him in the ways he desires. Evalena is losing control over herself.

The corner of his lips tugs up. "King Solomon," he answers, moving closer. Their arms brush against each other. "You're blushing," he comments. His eyes don't get enough of her. From that angle—as he's taller than her—he glances down at her long and inky eyelashes that curtain her emerald eyes, shading her rosy cheekbones softly. The freckles are like patches of honey on her face.

He can't help but admire her over and over again.

"I don't blush," she answers the way he expected her to.

He smiles and looks away. He hums to himself. He spreads his arm and puts it over her shoulders, giving her a side hug. This way, he keeps her closer and he can smell her sweet fragrance. She smells of honey and almonds.

They stand like that as minutes pass. The sky turns darker. He tries to talk to her over and over again and finally, she gives up. From those emotionless words and blank eyes, she came to laugh heartily with him. And in the middle when he kisses her cheek, she can't help but giggle at the tickles of his beard against her skin.

"Do you like lilies?" He asks, intertwining their fingers as he is hugging her from behind.

"I like every flower," she answers and looks up at him, turning her face. "Every flower that you give me," she adds.

"Do I make them special?"

"Yes." She nods. "Because every flower that you give to me holds a meaning."

"And what do they mean?"

"Apologies," she shrugs, looking back at the view. "Care, affection, respect, and much more."

He hums, letting his chin rest upon the crown of her head. Her hair smells of lavender. He rubs the back of her palm, mumbling, "They mean a lot and soon you'll find the other meanings, too."

"Oh, you make me curious now. What else do they mean?"

"Isn't it yours to find out?"

She narrows her eyes at him, pouting unknowingly. He smiles and kisses her cheek.

Evalena has realized in those days that he loves such gestures. Once she is under his clutches, he won't let her go before he kisses every inch of her face; he won't stop cuddling; he won't leave her hand like his life depends on it.

"Tum ab mujhse naraz to nahi ho na?" He mumbles near her ear, unconsciously playing with her wedding band.

"Bilkul nahi," she slightly turns her face to look at him as he also raises his face from the back of her ear and their eyes collide. Just an inch apart they are, their breaths mingling.

"Tum naraz rehne hi kahan dete ho," she adds in a hushed tone, eyelids becoming heavy at their proximity like getting hypnotized by his golden eyes that turn dark.

His pupils enlarge, caging her mind in a daze. Her eyes flutter, gaze tumbling upon his lips. His eyes follow the movement on their own accord and his touch becomes lazy all in a moment. He looks back into her eyes and the darker they have turned, he is lured into such proximity that their lips brush upon each other like grazing petals. They lose guards and their eyes slowly get closed as the slightest touch binds them. However, the very next moment, his mobile becomes a hindrance, tearing them apart.

Evalena holds her breath and her face turns red in utter embarrassment. Meanwhile, Adam answers the call. The way he answers the person, she realizes that it is unofficial. And lastly, when he disconnects the line and turns to her, she catches a glimpse of his slightly pink face. They almost reacted the same way.

"Let's leave. Barak is waiting for us," he says, not even wishing to change the tone of his voice. It was deep and very much tempting. She knew the reason.

"Yeah," she whispers, walking ahead with him.

He holds her hand, giving her another reason to be red-faced. But none of them talk to each other on the way. They reach their destination by the time the sun has set.

As they enter their home sweet home, she is greeted by Nicole once again. It's been more than a week since she has seen Nicole as the girl got her new house in a nearby society and left the Dawoods' haven.

Nicole comes and greets her the same way, speaking sharp words, coated with sugar, but Evalena has no time to react to it the way she reacted last time. No, her heart was still beating the beats that reminded her of their proximity. The sweetness of that moment was lovely and unforgettable enough to conceal the bitterness around her. She couldn't forget it so easily and so early.

Nicole could do nothing to provoke her. She was like the phase of Cinderella who got to know that the prince was coming back to look for the girl who left her sandal on the way.

But one thing Evalena had realized in an instant was that it was Nicole who called them. Well, disturbed them.

Oh, they could've kissed.

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Hehe, they could've kissed but it was the writer who didn't want it lol!

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