When Morning Learned Our Secret"
Stretching with gentle yawns, the morning began to reveal itself.
The sky scattered the colors of love, and the soft morning light slipped through the window, spreading quietly across the room. That light illuminated both their faces, making them glow.
They lay wrapped in each other's arms, deep asleep.
When Richer woke, the moment his eyes opened, Ramish's face was before him—
shining even more beautifully in the morning light.
Richer's gaze seemed to freeze there.
He lifted his hand, wanting to touch Ramish's face,
but then slowly pulled it back and whispered to himself in his heart.
Ramish… I heard everything you said last night.
Every single word sank into my heart, letter by letter.
You thought I was asleep,
but I was awake—
and I don't know why,
I was waiting for you to come.
But Ramish, the intensity with which you love me frightens me…
What if I can't return the same kind of love?
What if you shatter and fall apart?
You know I'll be going back in a few days,
we'll be separated again,
and yet you love me so fearlessly.
I don't want you to go through the same thing again as you did before...
At that moment, Ramish felt a slight movement.
Richer quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
When Ramish opened his eyes, Richer's glowing face was right in front of him.
He smiled, gently kissed Richer's cheek, and said softly,
"Good morning, my love.
O Richer—
pure and radiant like the white clouds of dawn.
This morning light, touching your face,
feels as if it's announcing to the entire world
how beautiful you are.
This lovely morning salutes you,
the owner of a beautiful heart.
Open those enchanting eyes of yours
and welcome the day.
It has been waiting for you—
waiting for you to wake
and make it even more beautiful."
A smile spread across Richer's face.
He opened his eyes and whispered,
"Good morning, Ramish."
Ramish said lovingly,
"O my beautiful beloved,
who entered my heart through my eyes and made a home there…
your smile makes this morning even more beautiful,
so always keep smiling.
With every single smile of yours,
my heart is surrendered.
Such playful, such captivating smiles you have—
I have already lost my heart to them."
Richer's eyes remained fixed on Ramish's face.
Ramish slowly leaned closer,
gently kissed his lips, and asked softly,
"How do you feel now?
Has last night's tiredness faded…
or is there still some left?"
Richer smiled and replied,
"After the massage you gave me,
I slept so peacefully
that my heart feels completely at ease."
Saying this, he lovingly kissed Ramish's forehead and added softly,
"Thank you for the massage
and for taking such good care of me."
Ramish paused for a moment, surprised,
then smiled and said,
"Thank you again?
Whenever you feel like saying thank you,
just give me a five-minute kiss on the lips instead."
Richer laughed and lightly tapped Ramish's arm.
"No, I'll only say thank you."
Ramish gently held Richer's cheek and said,
"There's no need to say thank you for anything."
Richer smiled and said,
"Come on, get up now.
Let's freshen up quickly—
we have to head out too."
Ramish pulled Richer into his arms and said,
"What's the need to go anywhere?
Just stay like this in my arms,
morning and evening.
That alone gives me peace."
Richer laughed, gently pushing Ramish back.
"That's enough now—
get up and go freshen up."
Ramish surrendered with a smile.
"Alright, I'll get ready first."
Richer said,
"Fine.
Wear whichever outfit you like
from the clothes we bought yesterday."
Ramish replied,
"I packed them all in the suitcase."
Richer smiled.
"No problem.
Open it and take your time choosing."
Ramish opened the suitcase
and began looking through the clothes.
After a while, he paused and said,
"I can't decide what to wear."
Richer said,
"Let me see."
He picked out a suit and said gently,
"Wear this—
it'll look really good on you."
Ramish took the clothes
and went off to freshen up.
Meanwhile, Richer called the manager
and asked about their departure.
The manager replied,
"Sir, the car will be ready
whenever you say."
Richer said,
"We'll be leaving in two hours."
The manager responded respectfully,
"Very well, sir.
When you come downstairs,
the car will be ready for departure."
Richer said,
"Alright."
Then he picked out a suit for himself as well. Only a few moments had passed when Ramish came out after freshening up. His hair was still slightly damp, but in the suit he looked exceptionally handsome.
Richer's eyes lingered on him—as if they had forgotten how to look away.
Smiling, Ramish stepped closer and gently asked,
"Tell me, how do I look?"
Richer's heartbeat was already racing. Absent-mindedly, he ran his hand over the back of his neck, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice,
"You look good…"
Saying this, he began to step back and added,
"I'll freshen up too."
But Ramish caught his hand and softly pulled him closer.
Richer looked at him with innocent curiosity.
"What is it, Ramish?"
In a gentle tone, Ramish said,
"Will you dry my hair and style it the way you like?"
Richer nodded.
"Alright. Sit on the sofa over there. I'll bring the hair dryer."
Ramish sat down. Richer brought the hair dryer and, with great care, dried Ramish's hair, slowly styling it.
Smiling, Ramish asked,
"So tell me now—how do I look?"
Richer replied,
"Look at yourself in the mirror and see how you looks."
Ramish said softly,
"I want to see myself through your eyes."
Richer's heartbeat was no longer under control. Finally, he spoke,
"You truly look very handsome. This suit suits you perfectly."
Ramish smiled.
"Now you go freshen up, so I can dry your hair."
Richer immediately said,
"No, there's no need. I'll do it myself."
Ramish gestured lightly.
"Alright."
Richer went to freshen up and returned a little later. As always, he looked handsome. When he began drying his hair, Ramish quietly took the hair dryer from his hand and gently dried Richer's hair, softly running his fingers through it.
Richer remained silent—and in that silence, their hearts spoke volumes.
Once ready, they picked up the belongings they needed to take along and headed downstairs.
Ramish asked,
"Aren't you taking the rest of the luggage with you?"
Richer said,
"No. We'll go out and come back here. Then I'll leave from here. This place has been provided to me by the company."
Ramish nodded.
"Alright."
They came downstairs.
The manager said,
"Mr. Ramish, you look very handsome."
Ramish replied,
"Thank you for the compliment."
Richer looked at Ramish deeply—
as if he did not want anyone else, except himself, to admire him.
The manager had the luggage placed in the car.
Seeing richer look at him that way, Ramish smiled softly.
Then both of them got into the car and set off toward Abu Dhabi—silent, yet carrying an unspoken story in their hearts.
Beautiful lines for love:
We walked a thousand paths, yet came upon the same old way…
That we stayed on one journey, and left behind on every journey…