Kitna kam padh jata hai waqt,
Tum or main jab bhi milte hain.

~ anonymous

(How fast the time flies,
Whenever you and I meet.)

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Smile crept along my lips as I ruffled through my wardrobe, recalling the texts we just exchanged.

'So you'll need to take responsibility this time, that I enjoy as well ;) '

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. He is such a flirt.

My eyes lingered on two outfits, contemplating which one I should wear for our upcoming date this weekend.
Option A, long denim skirt with white top.
Option B, white floral dress with a blue denim jacket.

One by one I tried the outfits, checking in the mirror and my heart rests the case on Option A.
Now that I think about it, half of my wardrobe collection is either blue or white. And here I thought I was a baby pink girl.

Changing back into pajamas, my mind started to daydream possible scenarios that might happen and I cover my face, squealing internally.

AAAAA
How to control this excitement!!

The excitement is double this time because while discussing our next meeting, I interjected that I will choose the place. Last time I went to the place he chose, so this time he will go to mine. But as I proposed this idea, he gave me a flirtatious condition.

"You enjoyed where we went last time right? So choose a place while keeping this in mind. That I enjoy as well ;) "

I rolled my eyes as I folded the clothes neatly, putting them back in their place.
Murat and his never ending conditions.
So I brainstormed a bit, because he is very choosy, but agreed to his condition at last.

Hence, I selected a Mall, with a good gaming zone.
And a nice dress section.

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"Hello?" I called him after reaching our meetup point at the metro station, waiting for him.

"Yeah, where are you?"

"I'm at the Food Court, near the staircase."

"Wait, my stop is about to come." His faint voice came through the speaker due to bad network signals.

"Okay." I hung up.

I twirled around, adjusting my hair for the one last time. I was loving the recent haircut I got.
Step cutting it's called maybe?

It allowed me to switch from long-hair look to shorter one without compromising the full length at the back.

My right foot kept on tapping continuously on the marble flooring as the reality was finally hitting me.
We are meeting.
AGAIN.

I cupped my cheek as coldness started to crawl over my body.
I will hug him.
I will definitely give that bear hug I had planned last time but failed miserably.
Yes yes yes.

I tapped my cheeks to stop grinning, roaming my eyes all over the metro station. A guy in a black t-shirt with hoodie type jacket and jeans came into view, walking in my direction.

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met.
Run Hayat.
But will I make a fool of myself?
Nonono.
It's now or never.

Is it really him or will my defected eyesight make me hug a stranger?
His face is still blurred to me.
But why is my heart beating so fast?

I called his number to make sure about it, and he looked down at his phone while walking in my direction.

Yess, it's him.

I hesitantly forwarded my leg and sprinted towards him with short strides, instantly regretting the decision to wear the denim skirt.

Just don't trip Hayat.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against him, inhaling his familiar scent. He stood still, surprised by my sudden action, but soon relaxed, wrapping his arms around me.

"Damn, I missed this." I whispered in his neck. His arms tightened around my back and I felt him smiling while kissing my neck.

I pulled back after a few moments with a smile still lingering on my lips and he greeted me, "Assalamualaikum."

I murmured, "Walaikum assalam", still in his arms.

"So, you know the route right? I don't want to get lost again." His eyebrows furrowed.

"It's my first time actually. But hey! We have google maps." I raised my hand, holding the phone.

"We had it last time too." He rolled his eyes.

"But this time our destination is fixed." I intertwined our arms, making him walk with me. "Unlike last time."

Strolling around the platform, we settled down in the train, after double checking if we are in the right one or not.

"It's gonna be a long ride. Sit back and relax, there are almost 11-12 stops. So one hour maybe." I shrugged, sitting beside him.

"Two hours in just travelling." He sighed, leaning back at the seat, shaking his head. "We could have done so much in room in that time period," he whispered in my ear, making me tickle.

"It's gonna be worth it." I said, noticing his glistening brown eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and I shook my head slightly, taking out my phone.
12:09 PM
We have lots of time.

I leaned my head over his shoulder and wrapped my hands around his arm, enjoying the comfort of his presence. "You came alone this time?" I murmured, to which he hummed in response. "So this full day is mine, right?" I pulled back, looking up at him.

"Kam hai?" he asked, smile tugging at his lips. (not enough?)

I nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"You're getting greedy day by day," he brushed his nose against mine.

My breath hitched at the sudden proximity but kept my composure calm. "That should be my line actually." I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" He copied my expressions and I looked away with scarlet cheeks.

I watched him checking up his social media, replying with short and precise messages, unlike the detailed ones he sends me.

My eyes lingered back on his face, noticing his features, especially the long lustering eyelashes. They were so perfectly curled that it made me cry internally.

How the heck can someone have them without doing anything!

I removed my gaze before he started to wonder why I was staring at him. Gathering the some courage, I took one of his warm hands, leaning on his shoulder again. I felt his eyes on me but I kept my gaze fixed at his hand, doodling lines with my finger pore on his palm. He resumed using his phone as I was busy in touching his veins at the wrist and intertwining our hands playfully.

My small hand in his big one.
How perfectly they fit together!

"Make a fist," I whispered, as it was quiet on the train. He gave me a confused look, and I demonstrated by making a fist and pointed to my barely visible veins.

"There's a trick for that." He replied, loosing his hand down for a few moments and then made a fist.

And damn.
Those veins popped up.

I was busy admiring, barely touching them, when he whispered in my ear, "you still haven't got periods?"

"Nope." I shook my head.

"How long has it been?

"Umm, 23 dec I think. So two months almost."

His eyes widened, "It's not normal as far as I know?"

"Maybe."

"Do you often get them late?"

"Not really. They are usually on time. Just 3-4 days late that's it. Maximum a week."

Lines increased on his forehead, expressions turning into concern. I brush my hand over it, smoothening them.

"Don't worry," I smiled, "It's just a hormonal imbalance."

"Still. I can't stop worrying until you get them."

I laughed quietly, shaking my head.
"We are safe. It was an unsuccessful attempt, chillax." He smiled at my lame joke.

And the rest of the ride went just like that.
Inside jokes
Flirting
Comfortable silence
Warm embrace
Hands intertwined

A Blissful Ride

"What if we didn't get a seat on our way back?" I asked, noticing the increasing crowd.

"You are always welcome on my lap." He winked at me, making me go red.

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We finally entered the massive Mall having three floors, beautifully decorated with red theme.

"Is there some festival coming?" I murmured, looking around.

"Must be post valentine's week decoration." His grip on my hand tightened.

"Ohh. Maybe."

We strolled around the mall, hand in hand, checking every section. Mostly I was dragging him inside the showrooms.

"Are you bored?" I looked at him squeezing the Pokemon plushie in my hands.

He didn't need to reply.
His expression said it all.

I smiled remembering the idea I had planned while choosing this place. I took him to the dress section, asking him to choose three dresses.

"Why?" he asked, clearly puzzled.

"I will try them out for you." I smiled mischievously.

He raised an eyebrow at me, and glanced at the dresses hanging in front of us.

"How's this one?" I point at a short black dress with off-shoulders long sleeves.

"You'll wear this? And how will I see?"

I clutched his arm, tip toeing on my toes and whispered in his ear, "Changing room."

He glanced at me with a mischievous smile and picked up a baby pink backless slip dress, "try these two for now."

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After examining the changing room for any suspicious camera or the mirror, I felt safe at last.

I put on the black dress first and immediately fell in love with it. The fabric was stretchable so it fit perfectly on my curves. I ruffled hands through my hair, setting them properly. It was my first time wearing a dress like this.
So revealing.
So fitted.
So sexy.
Hence I was having a hard time digesting about the fact that 'I can look this sexy too?'

Wearing the matching heels I chose with the dress, I squealed silently in front of the mirror and peeked outside the door, gesturing him to come inside.

His reaction was priceless.

I turned around showing him the dress, asking how it was, but his eyes were just scanning me head to toe intensely.

"Murat?" I spoke in a barely audible voice, his continuous gaze turning me nervous.

He walked towards me and captured my lips, cupping my cheek. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer, his kisses rough. After a few deadly strokes (just like he did in my dream) he pulled back, resting his forehead against mine.

"Murat." I whispered, clutching his jacket.

"You're looking hot," he finally murmured against my lips.

Blood rushed to my cheeks and I actually started to feel hot.
Temperature wise.

I smiled hesitantly, avoiding his intense eyes. "Next one?"

"Hmm." His hand slipped inside the dress, squeezing my butt and nuzzled his nose in my neck, kissing my bare shoulder.

"Will you go out now?" I asked him when he didn't retract his hands from me.

"I have to go out?" He raised his eyebrow with a smuggish smile.
Did I just create a new word?

I eyed him. "Excuse me?"

"I don't really get the point when I have already seen every inch-"

I covered his mouth with both of my palms, not letting him complete the sentence and peaked outside the door.

Phew we are alone.

I crossed my arms. "So you want me to strip for you?"

"I would love that." His smirk widened.

"One thing is for sure," I raise my index finger, "Once I got naked, I won't get a chance to wear the next dress."

"Why?" He took my raised hand, intertwining our fingers, and stepped forward, trapping me against the wall. "You're afraid you might lose your virginity this time?" He whispered in my ear while leaning in.

I gasped and slapped his chest. "That's gonna be hell painful and uncomfortable here."

"And you are actually considering it?" He chuckled. "I was just teasing you."

I slapped his chest again and pushed him out of the cubicle. I cup my cheeks, feeling the heat of them and fan myself, changing into the baby pink backless slip dress.

I don't have a backless bra otherwise it would have looked great.
But still, he's still gonna melt lol.
Melt would be an understatement.
He would be turned on.

"So. Which one is better?" I asked, running my hands over my curves, smoothing the silky dress.

"This one." He took me in his arms, roaming his hand on my bare back and giving me goosebumps.

"I want a pic in this dress." I rest my arms around his neck.

"Okay." He nodded.

"With you." I added.

"With me?" He stole a quick kiss, making me crave for more.

Deja Vu hit me instantly, and I recalled the slow kiss moment we shared, sitting at the bed's edge in our last meeting.
The softest and the sweetest kiss amongst all.
He had left me craving for more exactly like this. I was too hesitant to pull him back in and later regretted not doing so.

I won't hesitate this time.
I don't want anymore regrets.

Gathering the buried courage somewhere inside me, I pulled his jacket's collar and joined back our lips, sucking them softly. His arm tightened around my waist, flushing our chests together, and reciprocated the kiss, letting me take the lead. I clutched his hair, pulling him in for more and soon it turned into a steamy makeout with him taking the lead.

"You have no idea," he whispered in between the kisses, "how much I want to fuck you in this dress," and bit my neck. I shuddered as he pressed me against the cold wall, continuing to eat me up while running his hands all over me.

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