Whimsical beauty ✔️

Twenty seven 2

Saif

Ugh..

I wanna wring her pretty little neck..

But of course I believe in her ability to make me look so stupid I won't be able to look at Maimoon ever again! So I played it cool and acted as if it wasn't a big deal while my heart burned from extreme annoyance. My eyes gave her a look that bellied my true reaction and she struggled to hide a smile in satisfaction. Clearly, her aim of making me feel as bad as she did worked spectacularly.

Girls..

I thought Maimoon would just smile at Amal's silliness. I have a high image of Maimoon. She's always quite logical and sweet. She feels like those warmhearted people who are simply easy to talk to. She actually reminds me of Amal and that's part of the reason I feel okay with her.

Actually, she is an Alkali as well. But she's only half Alkali so her own branch of the family is quite distant and almost everyone just regards them as honorary Alkali's. Still, her family has grown quite influential in Cairo that everyone is forced to acknowledge them as fellow brothers and sisters.

Maimoon though, was vacationing nearby and she decided it was worth it to fly all the way over to greet Mrs Alkali. Even though she was late, I welcome any Alkali who would respect my little and so I decided to spare her a bit of time.

I thought Maimoon would dispel Amal's over possessive attitude by clarifying her standing in a way of introductions. She's quite good at it from what I gather. That way, wouldn't they find a much more logical ground to start off their sister relationship?

But Maimoon was downright rude. She gazed upon my little with perplexity and disdain. My heart surged at that and I was mad. No matter what, Amal is the mistress and she deserves more respect.

"Maimoon.." I called in a sharp voice that broke the trance.

Amal on her part, just ignored her totally and lied there on my lap as if she wouldn't be bothered to acknowledge the other girl. She's damn right too. This is her territory!

"Sir Saif.." Maimoon replied looking bewildered at how cold I seemed.

Amal finally looked at me again and her gaze grew subtle and weak. She looked like a wronged Barbie. Cute and silly..

Her eyes have softened considerably and as usual, those soft beseeching eyes on me, made me feel quite strange. My heart raced for no apparent reason at all and something akin to irreparable yearning attacked my senses and I can confidently say that I have never felt like this before. Like I needed her so much I would be in trouble otherwise.

To be honest, I've tried woo. It's been too long since I've been with anyone at all. And the one person I truly wish to be with is Amal. Truth is, holding back is proving too... difficult.

"Don't look at me like that.." I warned softly so only she can hear.

If anything, her gaze looked darker and even more seductive. I'm not sure if she realizes how much of an effect she is having on me but I guess she must have an idea. She's just too mischievous tonight.

In retrospect, I'm just disappointed she's always torn between trusting me and not trusting me that she herself has no idea how to go about it. This is what I missed most from our past. Amal used to trust me completely and her reliance upon me always made me feel extra possessive and..it makes me want to give her everything in this world..and beyond...that special place in Jannah where we would have our true 'forever'. Afterall, the love I have for her cannot be contained in a place as fleeting as dunya. I want us to have everything. I pray that we can still do it..