Zara's POV

Taking a good look at the room, my fingers themselves start fidgeting at how small this room is. Will I be really able to live here? I have assured Armaan about living here because of the building of a special connection with his mother. His mom kind of remembers me of my own mom perhaps this is the reason I am so curious to know more about her.

I roam my eyes all around the room. It's really small yet like normal constraint areas, I am not feeling the suffocation like I always used to have. Probably due to the door-sized window placed on the far left corner of the room, which is allowing the pleasant breeze to come inside. There is just one bed laying in the heart of the room. I am so sleepy that I am feeling the urge to forget everything and jump on the bed.

"Why are you still standing?"

I turn around to find Armaan who just comes out of the washroom, rubbing his hair with the towel.

"Where will I sleep?" I ask him back.

"Aren't you seeing a big bed?" He chuckles as he turns towards the mirror.

"Of course, but..." I rub my nape in confusion.

"I can't sleep like this, you know," I mumble.

Armaan abruptly turns and looks at me with a look like I have said something really complicated.

"Isn't there any couch or something like this?" I ask, looking here and there.

But to my despair, there is nothing.

I get froze to where I am standing when Armaan walks towards me. First, he is shirtless, and second, the look on his face brings me out of the haze and I take a few steps back. My breath hitches when my back hits the cold wall. He places both his arms around me, on the wall; a way for me to get trapped.

This is the first time, I am seeing him shirtless. The drops of water are present all over his muscular chest. His wet hair is laying on his forehead and tiny beads of water are declining from his hair on his face. I turn my gaze away from him when I realize I have been staring at him for so long. I am dying out of sleep and it's not at all my plan to drool over him.

"There is just bed here and you have to sleep on it," Armaan says which prompts me to look back at him.

"How she used to live here, " I mumble in frustration but little do I know, Armaan has heard it.

A smug look appears on his face as he bends down to my level so that the only view which is in front of my eyes is his face.

"Do you really think I will let you go after what we have done?" He whispers softly.

"What have we done?" I utter quickly as I cover my mouth with the back of my palm, to stop the incoming yawn.

I don't even pay attention to what he means because of how numb my mind is due to sleep.

"Looks like my Zara has again rented out her brain." He moves his face nearer to mine.

"Should I explain it to you or should I do it again?" He asks as he rubs his fingers on the side of my face.

This is when it hits me. So he means that? His confession and then the kiss we have shared. I am so dumb to even ask him back.

"You go and wear some shirt," I spat as I slightly hit on his arm, to shove him away.

"Why? You can't handle my hot body?" He smirks and turns my face towards him.

"Armaan go. I am really sleepy at this time and if I don't get to sleep anytime soon, I will end spanking my all frustration at you." I push away his arm and walks away.

He grabs my arm again and pulls me towards himself, "then let it out."

I glare at him before shoving him away. My head is throbbing so much due to the lack of sleep. And I have no other choice than to share the bed with him. I take a glance at the bed than Armaan who still has a smug look on his face before making my way toward the bed.

  
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I remove my arm from above my eyes when the sound of the door opening comes in my ears. I lift my face slightly to find Armaan entering the room. Thank God, he is wearing a shirt. As soon as he reaches near the bed, I drag myself away so that I am almost laying on the corner of the bed. I again cover my eyes with my arm when I feel him sitting on the bed.

"Do you want to fall on the floor?"

I hear him say but I don't budge a little, wanting him to take an idea that I have slept.

"I know you are still awake."

My eyes gape open in surprise when I feel being pulled into his chest.

"Zara, I have assured you, I won't do anything without your consent. You can sleep properly now." There is a smile on his face as he leaves my waist.

Obliviously, a weary smile appears on my lips too.

"Good night," He whispers under his breath.

"Good night, " I mumble with a smile as I close my eyes.
    
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The blazing sunlight which is making its way through the crevices of the cream-colored curtains stumble directly on my face which spurs me to wake out of the deep slumber. I rub my eyes to make them familiar with the dazzlings sun rays. I turn my face to the other side and my gaze pauses noticing Armaan laying just next to me. There is just a few inches distance between us. I have slept with him on the same bed for the first time!

He is still sleeping as his eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted. He is looking so adorable while sleeping that just by looking at his face brings a smile on my face. His jet black sleek hair is again falling on his forehead, almost covering his eyes. This just compels me to move his hair away from his forehead. I raise my hand to do what is in my mind but I stop quickly when his eyelids flutter.

"It's not a good idea to stare at a sleeping person."

My breath gets stuck in my throat when Armaan opens his eyes. He has been awake all the time. I am so stupid. I hastily sit up and try to get off the bed.

"Who was staring at you?" I glare at him.

"You," he simply replies.

"I wasn't. It's just your face that has something on it." I point my hand towards his face.

He clenches his lower lip under his teeth to stop a laugh. Within the blink of an eye, he pulls my waist and drags me near to him.

"So what did you find on my face?" He whispers.

I am about to open my mouth when he slams his lips on mine. Due to how unexpected it is, I stare at his face for a moment before closing my eyes. His lips moved and spread like butterfly wings on mine. And like always, I am melting under his touch. He pulls me closer to him by pulling my waist with his broad hand, deepening the kiss.

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This scene happens after Armaan meets Zainab.

Shaiq's POV

"Are you sure, Shaiq?"

I peek at Mom with my side eyes who is already staring at me and the unsure look on her face just prompts me to think again that whether I have chosen the right decision or not. I leave a deep sigh before returning my gaze back to the windscreen.

"I have no other choice, Mom. I can't see her ruining her life with her own hands," I state in a low voice.

"She may get angry with you. Maybe she won't talk to you for the whole life," Mom blurts.

I let out a weary laugh, "I hope I will be able to talk to myself after this."

"Anyways, we are about to reach. You know what you have to say, right?" I again look at her.

She nods her head in approval.

When I spot the location of her home, I park the car in the far corner. I again take a glance at Mom. I can't believe I am doing this. Putting my friendship and everything on stake. How will I be able to face myself after it?

"I don't know how will I say this. You consider her as your friend and sister," she again says.

"Mom there is a difference between what we consider and what is the reality. We need to do this, for her sake. Shouldn't we?" I take out my phone from my pocket and turned it off.

She is about to say something when her phone rings. Due to signal issues when Mom can't hear the call, she goes out of the car.

I stare at Mom's fading figure as I again divert my attention to my phone. I hope Zainab won't be at home. The sole reason I have turned my phone off is so that Zainab won't be able to contact me. I again lift my face up and the sight in front of me makes my eyes get static.

What is this guy doing here? Resentment spurts through me seeing him. I quickly get out of the car and heads towards him. He abruptly stops in his track when he notices me.

"Why the heck have you come here? I spat in a loud voice.

Armaan glares at me but doesn't say anything, instead he walks ahead completely ignoring me. My lower jaw clenches in anger seeing him not giving my question a head.

"Hey you, I have asked you something," I growl in anger.

He turns back and faces me, this time he has an ironic expression on his face.

"Do you really think I am obliged to answer you?" He folds his both arms on his chest.

"When you are standing in front of my friend's house after dumping her then I have every right to ask you, " I spat in a stern voice.

"First, I haven't dumped her. Second, you have no right to talk crap like this to me."

"Oh really?" I chuckle as I walk towards him, "I won't ask you anything anymore but for this, you have to stop bothering my friend otherwise I will break that pretty nose of yours."

"Who are you to order me around? I will come to her whenever I will feel the need to," he shoots me a last glare before unlocking his car with the key in his hand.

"How many girls have you flirted with? First Zainab then Zara. I wonder who will be your next target," I blurt with a smirk on my face.

Armaan's moving hand on the car's door which he is about to open stops as he looks back at me with a scowl.

"Just shut up. Before I lose my control, just shut this mouth of yours." He waves his finger in front of my eyes.

"Poor Zara, has to marry a flirt like you. Tck tck tck," I again say with a fake remorseful look on my face.

I frown at Armaan when he punches on my mouth. It is so unexpected that I don't even get the time to dodge it. I touch my lower lip when I feel a metallic taste in my mouth. I fold my fingers in a tight fist when I see fresh blood on my hand.

"Don't ever take Zara's name again otherwise I'll do much worse than this, " he spats in anger.

"You asshole!" I raise my hand towards him but before I can reach, I feel my arm being clutched by someone. I look at the person who grabs my arm and my jaw dropped seeing its Zainab. Why is she at home? This will be so difficult for me now.

"Oh God, Shaiq, what are you guys doing?" She yells looking at both me and Armaan.

"Zainab, leave me. Let me handle this rude jerk," I say as I take my arm from her small hand.

Before I can do anything, she again grabs my hand, "No Shaiq. Don't do this. For my sake please, " after saying this she turns towards Armaan, "and you, just leave already."

Armaan glares at me before getting inside his car and in the blink of an eye, he has gone. I shove Zainab's hand away from my arm. If it wasn't for her, I would have taken my revenge from that Armaan. I again touch my lip to find the blood still oozing out of it. I spit the blood from my mouth in the corner.

"What the hell, Shaiq?" Zainab yells.

I look at her and the concern returns that how will I talk to her parents if she will be around me.

"What was he doing here?" I ask her.

"Nothing. Why you have to fight with him?"

"I didn't fight, he fought. He even punched me but because of you-"

"Leave it, why are you here?" She interrupts me.

Now, what should I tell her?

"What happened here?"

We both turn around on hearing a familiar voice.

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Salam guys!

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