-Alyshia's pov-
Stars shone bright in the sky, and standing on the balcony, I admired the pretty night sky.
I often think about how much my life has changed since getting married. Father isn't here, stepmom or Layla, no one is here to abuse me.
A few months back, if someone had told me that my life would completely change after marriage, I would have never believed them. I would have said they were joking with me.
I chuckled. I heard the door to my room open. I gasped; that has never happened. Worriedly I looked back and found Shahr standing in front of the door and staring at me.
He seemed to be lost in thought, I walked to him, I moved my hand in front of his eyes, thinking it would snap him back to reality. But that didn't help, he aimlessly kept staring at the wall.
I didn't want to touch him without permission, but after calling him many times, when he didn't answer, I gently placed my hand on his arm, which helped; he jerked back to reality.
His eyes first fell on my hand, which was placed on his arm, then, slowly lifting his gaze, he stared at my eyes.
"Alyshia." He called my name.
I nodded, waited for him to say something. He looked around, "When did I come here?"
He asked softly. I got worried, it tensed me thinking he was sick.
"My apologies. I was engraved in my thoughts, I didn't even realise when I walked inside." His words made me sure that he must be sick.
Unconsciously I brushed my palm on his forehead to check whether he was having a fever. Feeling my sudden touch, Shahr flinched. He stared at me with his wide eyes, and his body froze.
Realising what I had done just now, I quickly retracted my hand.
"NO..." Said Shahr, "Please touch me more..." His voice seemed so alluring. My heartbeat increased, and I suddenly felt hot all over my body. Our surroundings seemed to have become silent, I couldn't hear anything other than my heartbeat.
His pleading eyes kept staring at me. I gulped my saliva, slowly, with trembling hands, and I reached for his forehead again.
Feeling my touch, he shut his eyes gently, and we stood there in that position for a few minutes. My palm had become sweaty, and my hand was aching from holding it out so long. I was slowly removing my hand when suddenly he held my hand, squeezed it and placed it on his cheek.
He was taking my touch in him, "Please, don't go away. Touch me more it feels so good."
His voice was so seductive, it gave me goosebumps all over my body, my chest tightened, and my stomach swirled.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" He asked.
I refused. Uncomfortable with Shahr? He is the second person in the world with whom I have felt like this after my mother.
Slowly yet steadily, our distance was getting lesser, we were getting closer and closer. At last, we became so close that we could feel each other's breath.
His grip grew tighter as he clenched my fist on his cheek. I tried to resist his touch before my body went uncontrol.
"Are you uncomfortable, Shia?" He asked softly.
My eyes widened, Shia? How does he know my nickname? Only my mother used to call me this name? So, how?
Reading my expression, his lips curled up, "I gave this nickname to you. Do you like it?"
I blinked signalling my feelings. He understood, his grip slowly became loose, and we stood apart.
My face had become hotter than the sun, I randomly looked around the room not to feel awkward, my eyes stopped on the mirror which showed me my tomato red face. I blushed harder.
"Umm..." Said Shahr not knowing what to say to break the awkwardness between us.
Turned my head, looked at him and gestured, "By the way, why are you here, Duke?"
He finally realised that he hadn't stated his reason for the visit, "I came because..." His face flushed, "because... we haven't..." he stopped mid-sentence yet again, "we haven't spent our first night together yet."
His words made me realise, we haven't slept together yet, and we have to do it someday, maybe it's today.
Hairs on my body stood up as I felt nervous thinking we would have to consummate our wedding, and I couldn't run away from this.
Be it today or tomorrow, we have to do it, there is no running away.
That's when Shahr's sharp yet soft voice cut through my endless thoughts, "Don't worry, I won't touch you, wit- until we are both ready for it."
His words watered my dry throat, I finally felt life come back to me. But still staying in a closed room with Shahr wasn't a small deal either.
"You can go and change, until then I'll wait for you here." He said sitting on the sofa.
I immediately thought, all my night gowns are made with sheer net material, so if I come wearing them...
Thump...
He will see my body!
"What happened, Shia?" Tilting his head, he asked curiously, "If you are feeling uncomfortable, shall I go first?"
I nodded aggressively. Till he comes out of the bath, I'll think of something.
...Was what I thought... But, I couldn't think of anything.
The bathroom door knob twisted sideways, and a breathtakingly handsome man, bare-chested, broad-shouldered, tight-chested, and with abs in clear display, walked out of the bathroom.
My breath got stuck in my throat. Water droplets dripping from his hair, sliding through his bare body, falling to the floor. His lower body was covered with a towel, everything was sucking my life away.
I felt a tingling feeling in my whole body, which I had never felt before. I clenched my fist trying to stop these feelings.
"Shia... You can go now. I have prepared the bath water for you." His curled lips and half-moon eyes made the room brighter.
My eyes were glued to his bare chest.
"Shia.."
Before my heart became any more impatient, I took my night gown and ran inside the washroom. Or so I thought.
I felt so embarrassed, I kept wondering, what Shahr might be thinking about me. He might have wondered why I ran inside the washroom.
Ughh, I must have looked so stupid in his eyes.
My chest kept going up and down, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and found out my red flushed cheeks.
I dunked myself in the bathroom. After a while, when my hot body had become normal again, I sighed in relief and came out of the bathtub.
After drying myself, when I reached for my night gown, I noticed I hadn't brought my night gown; I had only brought my towel with me mistakenly.
Jumping around the wet bathroom, I kept wondering what to do... If I called for Shahr it would be very awkward.
After 10 whole minutes of debating, whether I should call Shahr or not, I had finally decided to call for Shahr. Because other than that I had no other options.
Opening the door slightly, I hid my body behind the door and peered outside the door. I saw no one there, which surprised me.
"Maybe, he has gone outside." I talked to myself through hand gestures. Then, a magnificent idea struck, I wrapped myself in the towel, and stepped outside the room.
As soon as I took a step outside and turned my head right, I saw Shahr standing in front of the small bookshelf in the corner.
Leaning on the bookshelf he was reading a book, whose title was, "
The little girl, feeling a presence in front of him, Shahr raised his eyelids, our eyes met, I gasped and let go of the towel covering my body.
As the towel fell, my body became on display. Shahr's eyes widened with shock, my eyes shut in embarrassment, and I tried to stop the towel from falling but failed.
He turned immediately, I picked up the towel and ran inside the washroom again. Closing the door I plopped to the ground in embarrassment.
Hiding my face between my knees, I cried in embarrassment. This was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Did he see? If yes, then how much? Ughh, so embarrassing, why did I forget to bring my towel?
"What do I do now? He is outside, I can't go out." I thought in my mind.
- clack -
Suddenly, I heard the door shut. I opened the washroom door and peered outside, but found no one.
Maybe Shahr had left for something. This time I made sure no one was in the room. I came out of the washroom, changed to my night gown and hopped into the bed with a quilt on.
The door opened, and I quickly shut my eyes because I didn't want it to be any more embarrassing.
The lights were dimmed. My heart pounds, thinking Shahr and I would be sleeping in the same bed.