I look at my reflection in the mirror. Only my eyes are visible.
I lift my hands and remove the black cloth that covered my face... That hid my features.
I remove the black cloth that covered my head, which prevented me from letting my hair flow in the wind.
I stand uncovered.
I run my hands through my hair, and bring them forward. They are jet black. My skin is pale and fair. My lips, red.
I stand the way I was before him the day before..
"Your eyes..they are so beautiful.." He looks at me and smiles.
"Thanks." I say, and blush. But, he can't see.
I don't move as he comes closer to me. I'm scared. I know I'll be going against my family..But, I wanted him. I wanted to reveal myself to him.
He holds my hands and looks at me. I smile, but he can't see.
"Can I have a look at you? If your eyes are so pretty, I bet you're prettier."
I say nothing. I just nod and close my eyes.
I feel him lift the burka off my face slowly. I'm scared. I hold on to him.
His hands are warm. He runs them through my hair. He cups my face in his hands.
I finally open my eyes and find him just inches away from me.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks. I look at him awkwardly.
"Don't be nervous." He says, closing my eyes. He places his lips on mine. I feel his heavy breath on me, and I grip him tighter as every moment passes by.
Once we pull apart, I smile and my cheeks slowly turn red. And, he finally sees.
"You smell like lilies and you look flawless.." He says, kissing my neck.
"And you feel safe." I whisper, as I bury myself into him.
I keep looking at myself in the mirror..thinking about what all had happened.
I put my burka back on, when my mother calls out for me.
"As-Salam Alaikum" I say, as I serve water to the guests.
Salim is there too. His eyes meet min for a second, and then I look away..
..Smiling and blushing under the burka.. And I'm sure he realises.
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