Chapter 35

Abrar

"Will you manage on the couch?", Zoya asked when we were done settling the bed and the couch to sleep. I let the windows open so she could have the moonlight next to her bed. The lights could disturb me to sleep.

I looked at her. She was still confused or maybe she wasn't feeling it right to make me sleep on the couch in my own room.

I smiled.

"Of course. Why are you asking so?", I sat on the couch and settled the pillow correctly.

"Your height. The couch is small", she said, sitting in front of the dressing table. My dressing table always had a comb and perfume. Nothing else. Now it was filled with her creams and perfumes. She started applying them to her face and arms. A smile appeared on my face as I watched her.

She needed nothing to look flawless of course. She always glowed like a moon for me.

"No problem. I can manage", I said, staring at her as she raised her eyebrows at me, through the mirror.

"You can manage eve