MADE FOR EACH OTHER

It was somewhat 3PM. When dua woke up. She didn't woke up by any sound or anything she woke up because her body was aching. She was in the same position. Sitting. She didn't knew when she slept. She stretched herself and on the lamp beside. Making the room a little brighter. She looked down on her lap having armaan's head on it. She panicked at first but relaxed as it was useless to move him.

He was too heavy so and also she didn't wanted to wake him up in the process. Her hands went on the his forehead to check his temperature. It wasn't that hot as it was before. Seems pills worked magically with him. His forehead was wet because of sweat. She wanted to wipe it with a tissue but she couldn't they were on opposite table. So she did it with the sleeves of her dress. She was starring at his face. He looked tired. Maybe because of work or her dua thought to herself.

A pain shoot down her back. Because in same position since long. She slowly began to shift his head out of her lap. It took a while but she succeeded as he was in deep slumber of sleep because of the pills he had. Armaan moved a little away making dua sign in relief. She stretched her self. She looked at the couch being baddest option right now. She kept a pillow in between them and lay down. Somehow she managed to sleep properly.

Next day dua wake up because of a little sunshine creeping in through a small peek from the window. She rubbed her eyes with the palm. 'Sunshine that means I missed my prayer.' She whispered to her self. She tried to move away but felt a weight on her she looked down at herself to see an arm draped on her waist. At first she was horrified but later realized that it was armaan only. She recalled the memories from the night. She tried to move his arm away but only made him smuggle close to her.

Her back was within his chest. Dua's alarm went high as she felt his breadth on her neck. He moved closer to her. His doing it on purpose. She said to herself. But it felt good sleeping beside him. No. No. No. Not falling mr.armaan rizvi. She moved away quickly away from him using all her energy. Which in process woke up armaan too.

He seems confused but moment later his eyes were wide in realization. Dua was now standing in front of him with her hands folded on her chest.

Armaan began to scratch back of his head before he spoke. " I kinda have this weird thing." He looked  from his lap to dua who was impatiently waiting for him to speak. I looked down too embarrassed to say "I can't help but cuddle anything and anytime I sleep. Sorry for it. I didn't tell you that. I forgot to." He completed and looked at dua again. Dua was scanning to catch any hint of lie in his voice. But there wasn't any.

She left a deep breath and climbed up to him. Armaan's breath forget to make his way back to his lungs. She lays her hands on his forehead to check upon his temperature. It wasn't. She relaxed as she climbed down again.

"You ain't going for work." Dua said but it was more like an order. Armaan just nodded.

breakfast." She asked

"Anything." He replied.

freshen up." She

aroma of food hit him. He

and froze on her

almost had an heart attack armaan." She said with her hand on her chest. Armaan just chuckled at her. While she just rolled her eyes on him. She pushed a plate towards him which had omelet just as

memories of yesterday night in marathon. Making her stomach erupt with

attention. "She said that shehnaaz amma isn't getting

said

an comfortable

hall. Changing channels after channels. He wasn't that type person who can sit in place and

of his mind he wondered what dua would be doing. He began peeping from couch into the kitchen which wasn't possible because only the a little part of door frame

She was calling the maid. But armaan didn't hear her out. He was checking her out. She

her. She made a way towards him and stopped in front of him. She said something but armaan had everything blurred except her. He was too busy looking at her that  he couldn't hear

you there." Dua said waving her hands

"Hmm" he said.