Ayat and Fiza were roommates and in 5 months they’d become good friends. Ayat was always the bubbly and friendly one. But at the same time, she was secretive, too. She made others feel like they know so much about her, but it was just an illusion. She was an illusion. A very real one. There was something mysterious about her which always made Fiza curious. She knew her favourite colour, her favourite song, her favourite pair of bra. She knew Ayat loves reading, Ayat’s crushes’ names. But still there were so many things she didn’t know. And Ayat never let anyone know. One moment she (Ayat) is laughing and dancing, another she is simply disappeared. There was something very twisted about Ayat. She was weirdly weird.
One day Fiza decided to check her phone which she did when Ayat was taking a bath. The best time as she takes forever in the bathroom. Shockingly there was no screen lock on her phone. When she was done with her spying and hindering in Ayat’s privacy, she was filled with full of rage. Her face turned red. She discovered Ayat has a boyfriend and she (Fiza) had no clue about it.
When Ayat came out of the bathroom, Fiza directly asked without any ado “Who is Juned”?
That was the moment Ayat’s face turned red and for the first time she seemed speechless.
” How do you know this name?” Ayat asked. Anger was clear in her voice.
“Doesn’t matter. I am your roommate since five months. I tell you everything. I live with you most of the time and yet I had not a single clue, until now, that you have a boyfriend. What are you? A special agent? How did you manage to hide this from me?” Fiza was literally screaming.
“Nothing matters. Now you know that I have a boyfriend. That’s all. What else am I supposed to say? Ayat asked. Trying to keep her voice as calm as she could.
” Tell me more about him.” This time there was curiosity in Fiza’s voice.
“What? I mean, he is my boyfriend and he is a boy. And we are together since 4 years. What else?”
“Do you have a photo of him? Show me.” Fiza demanded.
“Let me describe.” Ayat said, blushing. She continued “So as you know, his name is Juned. He is the most tangled person you can imagine to meet. But there is still a different kind of peace in that tangled person. His face, well, I can write a whole chapter describing his face. It’s round and chubby. His forehead is perfectly flat and small. So smooth, so perfect. His eyes, god his eyes! They are just like a girl’s. Small and dreamy. They look as if he’s high all the time. The best part of his eyes are the eyelashes. Deep and long. You just can’t look away when he blinks. You can’t leave him without kissing them. His eyebrows look as if he just came out from a salon shaping them. His eyebrows are goals. Perfectly shaped. Perfectly curved. His nose is small and wide. You just poke it over and over. He is weird when I kiss his nose. Have you seen a newborn baby’s cheeks? His are exactly the same just with beard and open pores. I love rubbing my cheeks against his. His lips, the best asset on his face is his lips, after his eyes. They are small and medium thick. Even when they are dry, they look moist. They’re pouty. Again, just like a baby’s. Everything on his face is a child’s yet how manly he looks! He be 5’6″ and fat. But the kind of fat you’d kill for. His skin, damn, so soft, so tight. You can kiss him for hours constantly not getting tired even a little bit. Craving to kiss more and more. His hairs: small and soft..”
“Oh stop it now” Fiza interrupted. “You could simply show me his photo. The way you’re describing him, my mind is going imaginative and dirty. Do you want me to masturbate imagining your boyfriend?”
They both laughed.
“I just.. I just hadn’t talked about him in ages and today it felt good. So good and so proud to describe the man I love. The man I have. The man who chose to love me back.” Ayat was smiling.
“I never imagined you with a boyfriend and never ever imagined in my wildest dreams that you’d be so madly in love with anyone other than celebrities and those fictional characters in your books. I am.happy for you.” Fiza hugged Ayat when she said this.
“Honey, please go do it alone if you’re turned on. I am straight.” Ayat teased.
“Oh fuck off!” And they both fell into laughing again.
“I can write a whole chapter describing his face.”