Not one, two people have correctly answered the question from the last chapter. This chapter is dedicated to two geniuses and lovely beauties SanaRamzan and hudafathima_12. 😘❤

Zara's POV

"What are you doing here?"

I get startled when Armaan abruptly stands up, his hands roll into a tight fist as his voice becomes rough and grim. I have never seen him in this much rage. It's like a volcano has exploded within him and he is controlling this eruption by clutching his lower jaw hard.

I turn my head behind and some assorted sentiments take place in my mind to see the figure standing there with an unwavering smile playing on his lips. Wow! Such a relief that he has come here as well and we can ask his help. But why is Armaan is in so resentment seeing his father there? I too get up hastily but it's looking like these both have suddenly become unaware of my presence as the glaring contest is beholding between them.

"I can come to my wife's place whenever and however I want," Mr. Raissani speaks in a low yet fierce voice.

Although everything which is going on right now is like a riddle to me, still the extra stress on the word wife by him doesn't get unnoticed by me. I flinch when Armaan slams his hand harshly on the crown of the chair. I can see the veins in his neck popping with his lips still tightly pursed as he is trying to stop himself from saying anything.

"Is everything okay?" I ask as I gape at both of them in unison.

"I can't believe you will be here too," Mister Raissani says with a smile, as he is now looking at me. And I can't discern what he means by this.

"It's enough. At least leave her alone after her death. You have lost every right to call her your wife," Armaan yells at him.

I cover my mouth with incredulity after hearing what he has said. What is happening between them? Why Armaan is talking like that to his father? I am feeling like a third person right now who doesn't know anything. My eyes gap open when Mister Raissani walks towards Armaan with the same smile on his face like he isn't affected by what he has just said a while ago at all.

"Have you lost your mind? You are blabbering these stupid things in front of that outsider girl."

I can't make out what he was saying. His voice is so meager and faint at that moment. The only slightest hint I get that they are talking about me by how Armaan's eyes shift to me soon after. I don't know what is in his red angsty eyes at that time, which causes me to look away. In an instant of a second, I feel my wrist being grasped by someone and he pulls me along with him. I stare at Armaan in a baffled way when he doesn't even care that I am fumbling behind him because of his swift steps to which like always I am incapable of keeping up with.

In a confused state, I ramble my eyes around when we have actually reached outside the restaurant. He has left my wrist now and I can see him taking deep long breathes probably to calm himself down. But why he has taken us out of the restaurant when a while ago he was willing to stay in the restaurant? I have never seen him talking like this to his father and from their altercations earlier, I can make a vague guess that it concerns his mother.

Now I don't know what to say or what to do. His red eyes are scaring the hell out of me and I am sure, if I say something to him at the moment, he will burst on me too. But that's not the solution to this situation. I can't stay there all night and wait for his anger to fade away.

"Weren't we were going to stay in the restaurant?" I finally ask as I peek at him with my side-eyes. He turns his face towards me.

"No, we are walking to your University." He scratches the back of his head, "Let's go."

"I won't do this. Seriously, I don't want to get tired by walking this much," I reply.

"Do what I am saying, for God's sake!" He declares in a stout tone.

"Why? What has gone wrong all of a sudden?" I ask in the same manner. He doesn't say anything, just eye me blankly. There is an interval of silence sweep between us during which we both stare at each other but there is a prominent disparity between both stares- his eyes have nothing to imply and my eyes have much to implore. I wait another moment for him to open his mouth before I turn my way back to the restaurant.

"I am going back to Uncle and asking him for help," I mumble. I spare him a last glance who has just clutch his fingers tightly on the phone in his hand and walk away.

Suddenly, my arm gets yank by someone and he pushes me against the banister at the far end. I peer at him mystified by his unexpected action.

"Can you stop being stubborn for once?" He yells. I gasp when his grip on my wrist becomes more stringent. His eyes are hurling daggers of fire. It's like something has ignited a flame of outrage and acrimony within him. Tears start pooling up in my eyes as I attempt to remove his strong hand from my wrist.

Abruptly he seems to come out of the trance as he slowly moves his hand away freeing my wrist.

"Don't question me about anything and come with me. Just this once, I am sure you would have a little bit of trust in me. Please, " he speaks after a while. This time, his voice has turned back to a low and soft one.

I look up at him who has his eyes still on me. Like his voice, his facial expressions and eyes have also lost the hostility from earlier. I still have no idea why he is doing all of this but there certainly will be a reason for him to do so most probably related to his mother but why he is forcing me in all this? Why he has to convince me to come with him this much that he is saying please to me? There is clearly something and my brain is urging to know it badly but this is straight he won't tell me. I rub my throbbing wrist with the other hand with a pout on my lips.

"I am sorry for doing this. I shouldn't have done so."

My hand movement stops right above my other wrist as I look up at him. His ice-blue eyes are digging in mine intently. He is still standing really close to me. His eyes shift from my eyes to my wrist. Gradually, he takes out his hand and carefully grabs my wrist absolutely softly compare to a while ago. He tenderly brushes the front of my wrist with his palm. I am unable to move when his warm palm rubs on my rashed wrist in a perfect rhythm. It's like my pain from earlier fly away like a caged bird who has just been freed from the immure hutch. A smile appears on my face seeing him contently attentive on what he is doing.

This is when reality hits me, I immediately pull away my hand as embarrassment surrounds me. How can I enjoy his touch? Wherein this is even possible that I am liking his care from a while ago?

"You are coming with me, right?"

I again look at him. He has a questionable look on his face. I have no other choice left. And a deep nook of my heart is approving that I am doing this because I want to. Suddenly, something has changed inside of me. It's like a new sensation has been crafted in my heart in just this moment when he caresses my wrist with care, gently.

I don't answer him instead I just step ahead so that I am standing at his side. He just smiles looking at me.

"No one has ever yelled at me except you." I glare at him as we are walking side by side.

"And no one has yelled at me too except you," he replies as the smile is still playing on his lips.

"Really? Liar!" I laugh in irony.

"It's true. Don't you remember you had one cursed me to go to hell? No one has dared to do this ever," he asserts with an amused tone in his voice.

I just roll my eyes at this. I remember I had said this when he was annoying the hell out of me during our stay in the cottage in New York. But deep down seeing him smile makes me smile too. There is no clue of anger and bitterness from earlier is present in his voice now. He is back to be his normal self again.

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It's the second time now I have stumbled on my feet thanks to these high heels. My feet are aching due to walking. And still, my University is far from the view. I roam my eyes around. The green small plants are still along with the whole way, just the thing which has got change is they are somewhat longer than the previous ones which are around the restaurant. The concrete road in the middle of this road is quite irregular may be due to which as well, it's difficult to walk for me. The shallow cold yet refreshing breeze is striking with my body but it's exhilarating for me.

My eyes open in stupefaction when I see the ice cream parlor in front of me. How much I am craving for it. It's the perfect time to enjoy it.

"I want to eat ice cream," I mumble as my eyes turn to Armaan. He looks back at me with a confused expression like I have said something which is out of this world.

"No you can't, " he replies.

"Why can't I?"

"Did you forget that you have just gotten healthy after a fever?" He explains.

"Oh really? I am perfectly fine now," I counter back.

"Every time you do this and fall sick and I have to carry you all the way to your room," he mumbles. I can't understand what is he saying despite walking close to him.

"What are you mumbling?" I ask.

"It's really late now. We should get to the car as soon as possible, " he says in frustration. So he has again ignored my question.

"It's fine. We can eat ice cream and still get home." I look at him for an answer but he is again silent, "okay then I am going by myself."

I walk away without looking at him back when he rushes in front of me. He glares at me with his eyebrows grit together.

"Come," he retorts in a loud voice.

I can imagine him shaking his head sideways in dismay at me like always. I smile when I realize this time he doesn't grab my wrist.

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"Which flavor do you want to have?" I ask Armaan when we reach the ice cream parlor.

His eyes are again digging weirdly into mine as his both arms are folded across his chest. He is staring at me with those eyes again. It's not like I have committed a massacre by urging for ice cream.

"I don't want to have anything," he replies.

"Two chocolate ice creams with an extra topping of chocolate chips," I order the ice cream man.

That's my favorite ice cream flavor and I am convinced, Armaan won't tell me about his so I just order my favorite one for him too.

"I need money," I whisper to him.

He sighs and takes out the money from his pocket and hands it over to the guy.

"Take this or it will get melt." I forward the ice cream to him.

He takes it after a while.

"No need to thank me, its from your money after all." I chuckle.

"That's your favorite ice cream flavor?" He asks me.

I nod my head as I unwrap the ice cream from its packet.

"I don't know you like this one or not but-" I stop when I see him smiling.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because I am amazed," he replies.

"Why amazed?" I lick the tip of the bar as I ask.

"It's fascinating to me that we have another thing in common. We like the same flavor in ice cream," he answers.

"Really?" I chime in excitement as I turn to his direction.

From favorite dish to a favorite place to favorite taste in music and now favorite flavor in ice cream, how is this even possible we both are alike.

I get startled when my eyes scan a black silky porous thing on the corner coming towards me, ready to engulf my feet. My breath gets hitched when its speed is brisker than my heartbeat. I take a few steps back in fear.

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Salem guys!

Guess what? I am back with another chapter.

What do you think will happen? And what is that thing which Zara has spotted in the last?

P.S the next chapter may have some heart-racing scenes. 🙈😝