Hi guys!

So, I know I have a few on going stories, but this one I wrote in a flow and I felt like posting it anyways. I hope you don't mind.

This is another 'my take on' a lovely Avneil scene.

I'd like to dedicate this to imaginary_poet2 since she brought writer's day to us, making us feel appreciated. Not to just the writers but also the readers, who are really the essence of every story written on this platform!

So, I hope you enjoy!

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"I am allowed, because...", he abruptly stopped his rant. He was so close. He was able to smell the soap she used, and it was so lovely. In the heat of the moment, he had somehow cornered her between his body and door of their room.

"Because?", she asked, the fire in her eyes still so evident, yet he was able to see how in her mind, she was having a conversation on her own.

He gulped and his eyes dropped down to her lips which were so pink, and plump, he would be lying if he hadn't thought about feeling them against his at least once in the past few days.

"Because I am your husband", he said, and he felt like he was remote controlled, as his hands moved to her hips, holding her in place while taking a step closer to her, leaving no space between them, trying to get her attention back. 

"Technically, I am allowed to do more than just dance with you", he said, his voice only a whisper now. He felt her hands on his chest, and he was sure she would be able to feel his pounding heart.

She didn't intent to be mean to him. But she was not able to take his behavior any longer. What was his problem whenever she was with Ali? She told him that he's her friend. So why was Neil so upset with her?

Of course, she was his wife. He had certain rights on her. She also realized he is someone who would not cross any boundaries and certainly not do anything to hurt her. She had at least learned this in the past few days. He was so kind, and helpful, ready to step in to do whatever it took to protect her. She was still trying to figure out why he is the way he is.

Deep in her heart however, she knew the answer. She herself couldn't deny the fact that somehow, he found a way into her heart, and occupied a spot in it that will be forever cherished, even when everything would end.

In the afternoon, when she saw Mitali's hands on him, she felt something. She was jealous. Not necessarily about the fact that Mitali was touching him. No, she was jealous of the fact that Mitali was indeed someone, who would be the right one for Neil. Mitali would be able to make him happy, not like herself who is woven into a mess of a traumatic past, with a vengeful grandmother and a beyond broken family...

But then something stopped her running mind.

She felt her body heat up the moment he put his hands on her hips. She felt the air around them getting thicker. Feeling his breath against her cheek she realized that his heart was pounding almost with the same intensity as her own.

'Could it be that he also felt the same way about me?', her a small, yet still insisting part of her hopeful heart asked.

'But how is this possible, I am just someone who needs help, who is scarred and broken... there was no way he felt the same way about me', her mind debated.

She felt his forehead against hers, making her look into his eyes, and she felt captivated.

She didn't know what came over her, so she just asked: "And what would that be?", reacting to what he mentioned just minutes ago about being allowed to do more than just dance with her.

One would think she was anything but a romantic person. Her heart had been broken too many times by events in her life for her to even think about the possibility of getting into a relationship. However, her younger, less broken self, like any other girl, has hoped for a certain someone in her life to make her feel safe and sound.

The longer she looked into her husband's eyes, the more she felt as if he could be the one after all.

She felt her cheeks heating up when she now saw how his eyes were flickering down to her lips and she realized the situation they were in.

'Is he about to kiss me? Could it... could it be that he was jealous of Ali...?', she asked herself as the possibility of it dawned on her.

Now her heart was definitely pounding hard against her ribcage. Her eyes fluttered shut, as she couldn't handle the intensity in his eyes any longer.

Her fingers gripped his shirt when she indeed felt his lips on her cheek, really close to the corner of her mouth, his stubble brushing softly against her skin.

"That, for example", he softly whispered in her ear. Only after that she exhaled, as she didn't know that she held in her breath as well.

With that he let go of her and went to the sofa to lie down, leaving her speechless.

'Could it be this inevitable?', she asked herself.

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