Adam

"Eva," I call her name as I hold her shoulder to wake her up. She hums, eyes closed. She pushes her face into the soft quilt, showing that she is in no mood to get up.

"Wake up," I say, removing the quilt.

She groans, opening her eyes. "Why? I just fell asleep," she whispers, looking around in search of the watch, "It's midnight, Adam."

"I know. Now get up quickly. I have to show you something," I say, keeping the quilt away so that she won't hide herself again. It's not even midnight. But about to.

She huffs, sitting up straight. "Okay." She starts climbing down the bed. That's my girl.

I smile at her. Barak also got ready as he was standing near the door, watching me wake up Eva.

"Let's go." At my word, he nods his head and trots out of the room. The rabbit ears of his fluffy pajama bounce on his head as he has covered his head with its hood.

Evalena giggles, and I know the reason. She follows Barak, collecting her long hair and making a loose bun. I follow them, shutting the door behind. Barak goes upstairs and I jog to Eva so I can hold her hand.

Can't help it.

"What do you want to show me?" She asks quietly as we go upstairs to the rooftop.

"Just wait and watch," I say as I open the door. Barak runs past me, holding the rail. Eva and I go to him and stand behind him.

Eva silently looks around and her gaze is stuck on the moon all of a sudden. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" I say, putting an arm around her shoulders as I lean closer.

"Always," she whispers, "You wanted to show me the moon — seriously, Adam?" She frowns at me but jerks in my arms the moment we are interrupted by the loud and sudden sound. The sudden and loud sound of fireworks.

She immediately looks at the sky while Barak has started bouncing. Someone is enjoying it the most.

And my wife?

Her lips part as she beholds the mesmerizing view. Colors start scattering in the sky as firecrackers burst in celebration of the New Year. The shine in her eyes compels me not to look at the sky as they capture the whole sky in just the pure mirrors of emeralds. And her gentle smile ceases the heart beating in my chest for a moment.

Desired sweetness of this cruel love.

"Happy New Year, wifey," I say, lost in her. Such an intoxicating view.

"To you too, dear husband," she says, still looking up at the sky. Mist appears in the air as she speaks and I scold myself mentally for taking her out without a jacket. She is still in her satin nightgown.

I take out my woolen jacket and give it to her. She takes it, smiling at me. Meanwhile, Barak doesn't miss his chance to wish us and we wish him. He gets busy again admiring the view and I hear Eva murmuring, "Too big."

I chuckle, getting her attention. She hugs herself and I hold her arm, pulling her to me. I stand behind her and rest my chin on her head. How small, I can't help but muse.

"Stop complaining, you like my clothes."

"As if you've overheard me giving you compliments, ha?"

"As if I haven't seen it in your eyes?"

She smiles and even without looking at her, I know it. How? Don't ask me. I just know her. She has stripped her soul bare before my eyes and I have memorized every inch of it.

"You have."

"Yes, I have."

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"There's something you need to know, Eva."

"And what's that, Adam?"

I look at her over my shoulder and find her standing by the door. I walk over to her, answering, "That you're beautiful."

"Oh, I have stopped counting how many times you've complimented me tonight." She waves it off, squinting her pretty eyes at me. I'm in love with them. And about compliments, yes, she is right. Aaron invited us and she wore a saree. To say that I forgot about everything around would be an underestimate, that's how mesmerizing the view of my beautiful wife was.

She still is. Well, every time.

"I'm gonna do it the entire night," I say, as if lost in a daze. My arms raise and I fumble with the knot of her nightgown while looking into her eyes.

"What are you gonna do?" She tilts her head, leaning closer.

"Worship you?" I dip my head and kiss her slowly. She responds immediately, letting me take off the silk robe as it pools around her feet.

I hold her hands and guide them to my shoulders. She holds them and I don't make it harder for her, keeping in mind that her knees are on the verge of giving up.

I hold her, breaking the kiss. She immediately wraps her legs around my torso and under my touch, I feel her lacy garment slipping up and gathering behind her mid-thighs.

Getting intoxicated, I know I am noticing too much about her but I can't help it. She reminds me of the words that I write around dawn as my bleeds on the paper, creating drunken rhymes and pleasant lines.

She is like the wine which I haven't touched more than twice but what's more pleasant about her? That I can kiss her taste anytime. That I can bring her to my mouth, drink her in, and not even get drunk in those worldly terms.

Eva trembles as I start kissing her neck, painting her pretty flawless skin in my simple yet lovely shades of red.

"Don't bite," she reminds me, her voice coming out breathy.

I haven't even started yet.

"I will," I murmur, hovering over her to get out of my t-shirt and biting back a smile. I throw it behind me, balancing myself as I put my arms on either side of her face.

She breathes heavily, face flushed, as red as a cherry. Her dark locks are spread around like a halo and her lips, wet and swollen.

"You're being cruel," she says with a frown.

I chuckle, getting closer. Closer until her chest touches mine but the fabric irks me. I roll down the straps, replying, "You'll enjoy it."

"Liar," she scrunches her face which turns even redder as I remove her bra and drop it beside our bed.

"I don't lie."

"And if I don't?" She touches the back of my neck, caressing my skin. How lovely and gentle. I lean into her touch.

"Do anything that you like to me then," I say but I know she will give in.

She chuckles. "You and your cute offers," she murmurs, her hand coming to caress my cheek and her thumb pressing my bottom lip.

I hold her other hand and press it down beside her head, interlocking our fingers. "I'm not blabbering," I mumble, tempting to do much more and I know I have this entire night to follow my heart.

"I know, Adam."

I look into her eyes and those eyes melt my heart in an instant. Not like I have ever let myself be hard around her but she has me with my soft side to her — only her. Anytime she likes. She knows I am not around everyone like this but her, and she loves it.

Her eyes say.

And I give in. I lean in and kiss her one more time, proceeding to make love with her.

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I hold the tray and make my way to the terrace side where she is waiting for me. I slide the door quietly, wanting to surprise her but my eyes accidentally fall upon her phone screen which she is staring at, zooming on the picture.

Dismissing the idea of surprising her already, I stand behind the swing which moves in its own harmony.

I look at her fingers pinching the picture, making it larger, and then leaving it in its original size. The picture is ours and the face she is zooming in is mine, and I didn't even realize when she took it.

Smart, isn't she?

I walk ahead and put down the tray. She moves to put her mobile away when I hold it, taking it from her grip.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She quickly gets up to get her phone back but I hold it high in the air and she can't reach it, being shorter.

Well, I won.

"Checking up your gallery," I answer her straight and go to check all the pictures and I am surprised to find our pictures together. In some, I'm sleeping and in some I'm looking somewhere. But what I secretly admire in my heart is that she always kept our pictures on her phone and never even let me know when she clicked them.

Wow.

Too smart, isn't she?

A smile spreads itself on my lips as I start checking all the pictures. Her poses are cute. She is smiling, pouting, and in some, staring at me. I know she didn't want to get caught, so keeping an eye on me.

Cute.

"I'm sorry," I hear her say. Keeping the phone still in my grip, I look down at her and find her staring at the floor.

"I'm not mad about it," I say and go to sit on the swing. I continue checking out all the pictures. She has clicked so many. Even the picture of the very first day after our marriage is also in her gallery. It's in our bed and I'm sleeping.

"You're not?" She comes to sit beside me, her eyes staring at the side of my face.

"I'm not," I confirm and put down the mobile. I give it to her and she immediately takes it, looking anywhere but me.

She is embarrassed.

"Wait a minute," I say and leave the swing. I quickly walk inside our room and rummage through the drawer. I find the camera and go back to Eva. She gives me a confused look as I sit by her side.

"What are you going to do with it?" She asks, taking a sip of her tea.

"Well, I also want to have a few pictures with you in this memory." Without giving her a chance, I hold her shoulder and pull her to me, taking a picture.

Too well. The camera we used was only yesterday so it was already set.

"Hey, I wasn't even ready," she complains and puts down the cup. She pushes her fingers through her hair.

"You always look beautiful."

"You just say that."

"I feel that." She twists her bottom lip and I click a picture of her. Yeah, I'm an expert here.

She gapes at me. "Adam, stop it!" She moves to snatch the camera but I get up, teasing her.

"Come on, Eva. Believe it."

"You won't understand."

"Let it be." I take another snap but it's of us as I go beside her. She makes a face but I show her the picture so that she can believe that I am not lying when I say she looks beautiful every time.

"Wow, it's pretty," she grins, "Let's take another."

And we proceed to take random pictures. She makes faces, making me chuckle. I tease her, enjoying those expressions she gives me whenever I tell her funny things, and in return, she ruins my hair.

"Too naughty," I mutter, running a hand through my hair for another picture but then, she comes and kisses my forehead. Hard.

Though she leaves me perplexed by her cute tactics, I take a few more pictures and when we check it, I'm flabbergasted to find her lipstick stain on my forehead in a full perfect shape.

"Gosh, Eva!"

She laughs, holding her stomach. All my surprise dissipates in a moment when I hear her beautiful laughter. I can't help but smile. She stops herself after a moment, wiping away a tear that escaped through the corner of her eye.

Her face is flushed.

"I'm sorry, Adam," she says, squeezing her cheeks, "But this mark — Oh!" She starts laughing again.

I sigh.

"Let's payback," I put away the camera.

She gives me a confused look, "Huh?"

I hold her face and kiss her lips, shutting her up. She moans into the kiss, giving in and biting my bottom lip.

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"It's 9:30," she almost whispers, staring at the watch. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and looks down at me, giving me that innocent look. She smiles and leans in, "What do you say?"

To say that I'm lost whenever I look at her, especially when we make love, would be an underestimate. She is the demand of my eyes, a very dire need.

"Can't we stay in for a few more minutes?" I ask, not ready to leave.

She hums, perching her elbow on the pillow, and rests her face in her palm. Her other hand keeps the sheet secured to her naked chest.

"And a few more minutes will turn into a few more hours, no?"

I don't answer her. Can't. I only hum, busy gazing at her skin which bears marks of my biting, sucking, and nibbling. I ask her almost every night if I hurt her but she assures me that I don't. Though my sane side is worried about her, the other half of my twisted desires make me do as I please with her because I know she loves it.

I'm not a fan of wild lovemaking. No, it seems crazy. But my ways are rather deep and gentle. I enjoy doing everything slowly with her so that I can feel our souls mingling and trust me, this is the most euphoric feeling that I catch.

The moment I look into her eyes isn't just a contact in the air but rather a moment of my drowning into a blissful chasm in which we don't remain two bodies but one, not two entities but intertwined souls. She makes me realize what it feels like to become one as written. She makes me realize how we are made for each other.

I can't put it into words fully. We get dissolved, we get intertwined, we get lost, we aren't anymore two minds.

"Hey, look at me," she mutters, holding my chin to make me look at her. "Stop gazing there," she tells me, lying beside me and looking into my eyes.

I hum, "I've seen you. Why so shy now?"

"It's normal," she shrugs, "You know that, too."

"Very well," I lean closer and hug her waist. I start caressing her skin under the blanket, asking, "Do you have any work to see?"

"Not very special," she mumbles, putting her hand on my cheek so softly that it makes me close my eyes and sigh. I push my face into her chest, loving the softness of her bosoms.

"You won't start biting, Adam," I hear her say, hugging her firmly.

"I won't, Eva," I mumble as my lips brush against her soft skin. She hums and continues dipping her fingers into my hair and caressing the scalps.

Last night I found her diary in which she has written poetry about me. So I have written about her. She mentioned my eyes, too, which reminded me of our childhood when I asked her what she thought about my eyes.

We met for the first time when she officially moved to India with her parents. She was only eight years old, a very cute and lovely baby girl. But she was very shy, reserved, and less spoken.

Before me, it was my cousin Isaac who threatened her with his cycle and she fell on her butt, hurting herself. Her palms were scratched and finding her crying, I couldn't help but help her, scolding Isaac and later treating her wound.

She asked me to be her friend and I agreed, not minding our age gap. She was six years younger than me but I still cherished her, unlike my friends who talked about our age gap.

We grew up together. Our families knew each other. Her mother was my father's childhood friend. Not a coincidence, right?

From primary to high school, I saw her growing up into an adult, unable to ignore the look in her eyes which couldn't remain naive and childish. No, it grew into an innocent emotion and a heartbreaking yearning.

She fell in love with me and without her saying anything, I could feel it. What could I do? Her eyes were always this alive. Anybody could read her, this is how exposed those emotions were.

My friends teased me when we were alone but I always told them that Eva is like my little sister for whom I had no such intentions. I loved Nora from the very depth of my heart.

When she was spending her last days, she asked me if I would remarry. I remained silent but I knew I had to remarry if things grew worse because I couldn't ignore my son in my own selfishness.

But Nora, being my wife, knew that I exposed myself before her and she asked me straight if the woman would be Eva. I didn't answer her anything because it hurt me too much to speak of such things before her. Didn't I know about the agony in which she was asking me those questions?

But the very night she told me that Eva loves me and I knew that, too, because Eva can't hide. Her eyes say that all. Never knew that my heart would ever fall for her but who could oppose or even challenge a woman who carried a pure heart and lips that prayed earnestly?

I was fated to be hers.

She asked me straight from El-Shaddai, the Lord of all creation.

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Eva and I are surrounded by happiness and excitement. Everybody is happy, after all, because she has given birth to our lovely daughter and she is in her arms as she is sitting on the couch while everybody is busy admiring her and our daughter; blessing them.

Barak is not ready to leave his mother even for a second while I, too, like my son, is busy gazing at her.

She looks even more beautiful when she smiles. When the shine in her eyes speaks more than even words can describe. The pretty curve of her plump lips is attractive and the movement of her skin around those emerald eyes.

I love her. I love her for the sake of my God and how glad I am that He has given me Eva. How can I thank Him enough? Is He not too merciful and benevolent? Because of her, I have loved God even more. I never knew this could happen. Maybe I was proud of my love for God but she made me see that the intensity can be experienced more, a more depth is to be discovered and a lot more sides are yet to be seen.

Because of her, I went close to Him and she says that I brought her close to Him. If that's it, I am glad. Only if I could use this life for such a purpose.

And the reward we have received is our support for each other.

Amid everything, there she turns to look at me and smiles the way her heart melts. She wiggles her eyebrows at me, surely wondering why am I gazing at her but what reason can I give to her?

Does she not know that I am lovesick?

She knows all too well yet behaves clueless. Yet with a pure heart, being the most gentle woman in my life, she lives with me and takes care of me. How delicate she is, yet always ready to share my pain.

How can I pay her back? Sometimes words are not enough to describe, heartbeats may cease or no tears would be left to cry but only eyes can speak and the Maker of hearts is well aware of how much I am in love with it.

How far in love have we come,
How close we have become,
I call it a deed of my Lord,
The work of His mighty hands
To make us one
Was the will of His heart,
He planned everything,
Even before we took birth
He made Eva see,
Before Adam's eyes could open,
Eva yearned for love,
While Adam was broken
But isn't He the most benevolent,
The most merciful and the most loving?
How could He see us suffering
When our lips chanted in a small muffling
He saw and heard,
He put us together to mend our hearts,
To join the pieces
Shattered which were,
And poles apart

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