Zainab's POV

His finger slowly brushes the skin immediately below my lower lip. What is he up to? I look at him halting my breath, who is contently attentive to what he is doing.

"Silly, you still eat like you are two years old. " He draws away his hand from my face but his eyes are still fixed on the same spot.

I dumbfoundedly touch my lower lip. Perhaps something has stuck on it while eating. I rub the back of my neck in embarrassment as a shy smile appears on my face.

"I can't help when I am hungry. And you know this thing quite well. Don't you?" I chuckle.

He doesn't reply, just shrugs his shoulder.

I divert my gaze from him and it lands on the half-opened window which is showing the scenery from the outside. It's still the day time, though the sunlight has long gone, the white light is still brightening everywhere.

"Shaiq, let's go out, " I suggest to him.

"Now?" He raises a brow.

"So when? After a decade? I want to go around this place, " I say while pouting.

"But Zainab, it's just going to be dark soon. We will go later, " he tries to object.

I let out a frustrating sigh and glare at him.

"Then why have you brought me here? I can't just stay there the whole time. There is no TV and Internet here. I will get so bored here. If I had to just stay at home, then Aunt's house wasn't bad for It," I speak without even pausing for a moment.

Shaiq rubs his forehead while looking at me with irritation. I overlook his expressions and stand up.

"Shaiq, come. It will be fun," I grab his arm and pull him.

But he doesn't even budge a little.

"Please, please, please, please, " I show him puppy eyes while using my all strength on pulling his arm.

Finally, he gets up while a smile is playing on his lips.

"I swear, you always use these cute expressions of yours on me. Silly girl," he slightly hits my forehead with his hand.

I show him a cheeky grin at this. Shaiq shakes his head from side to side while a small smile adorns his face. I again pull his arm in order for him to follow me before he places his hand on my hand, causing me to stop. I look back at him with confusion.

"First let me wash my hands. Will you?" He shows his both hands in front of my eyes.

I chuckle as I nod my head.

                    *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

I almost fall on the bed as soon as we reach home. I am so dead tired after wandering around with Shaiq for so long. The area is really private and barren at night as well.

I open my eyes when the door gets slide by a banging sound. I watch as Shaiq comes inside, walks towards the bed, and lifts the pillow from my opposite side. He glances at me for a short moment before heading back towards the door.
I set the pillow behind my back on the crown of the bed for the support.

"Where are you going, Shaiq?" I ask while sitting up.

He stops in his track and turns around to look back at me.

"To the other room, for sleeping," he answers.

"But the other room doesn't have any bed if I remember correctly, " I assert.

This farmhouse has just two rooms with a small kitchen and a lounge. I remember when I have visited the whole house, there is no bed in the other room.

"But there is a couch," he replies with a smile.

"You will sleep on the couch?" I almost yell.

"Yeah, then where else?" He chuckles.

"You know what Shaiq, " I pause hesitantly for a moment to look back at him.

It's so awkward to offer him this but I have to do it for his sake.

"I know you get back problems when you sleep on the couch so you...you sleep here, on this bed," I  suggest to him with an assuring smile, so he won't get baffled by it.

"What about you then?"

"Do you really think I will leave this comfy bed and will sleep on that rough and torn couch?" I let it a laugh.

He chuckles loudly at this which prompts a smile to appear on my face.

He strolls towards the bed and stands on the side of it as he stares at me with a stern look, "are you sure, Zainab?"

"Yeah I am, but wait a moment." I point my index finger at him while my eyes search for the pillows on the bed. When I spot a pillow on the far end, I quickly grab it and position it immediately next to me.

"What are you doing?" I hear Shaiq doubtful question but I don't reply to him. Instead, I take another pillow and places it under the first one.

"Now you can sleep, " I tell him while my eyes are still on what I have done.

"Have you made a pillow wall, Zainab?" He almost shouts.

I gaze at his confused face. Why is he so surprised at this?

"So what I am supposed to do?" I shrug my shoulders.

He doesn't say anything instead keeps on looking at me with the same raised eyebrows.

"Oh come on Shaiq. I am really sleepy now. Let's just sleep now." I grab his arm in irritation and push him onto the bed.

He lets out a frustrating sigh before finally getting on the bed. Seeing him laying down, I turn off the light.

"Silly girl." I hear him saying this in a whisper.

I can't help but let out a loud laugh at this. And this is more refreshing to me when he joins me in this laugh.

            *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Zara's POV

The weather here is not very hot or not really cold but as soon as the sun sets and the hushed darkness starts to inundate everything inside its bleak claws, brisk and cold wafts of air begin gliding throughout the area. I hug the shawl around me tightly when a cold breeze whacks against my body. Other than the air, the coldness seeping through the metallic bench on which I am sitting right now; placed right in the corner of the small terrace is also giving enough chills to me. But I never care about this atmosphere when I am unable to sleep.

Watching the luminous and bright stars on the black sky is the only method for me to get asleep again. I smile to myself when I spot the brightest star which is most radiant compared to all the other ones.

"Zara."

I come out of my thoughts when I hear my name. I turn my head back to find Armaan standing right behind me, looking intently at me. I thought he was sleeping as when I left the room to come here, he didn't even move a bit.

"Take this."

I gaze at his hand in which he is holding a cup, pulling it towards me. I hesitate for a moment before taking the cup from his hand.

"Thanks," I mumble while pursing my hands on both sides of the cup. The heat emitting through it gives me a warm feeling.

"No need." He sits beside me on the bench.

"Weren't you sleeping a while ago?" I ask him while taking a sip of the coffee.

"No, I wasn't." He shakes his head, "in fact, I am unable to sleep."

"Why?"

"Because..." He leans his face closer to mine, "you are looking so beautiful right now,  you have just snatched my sleep."

I glare at him who has a smug look on his face right now while dragging myself away from him.

"Again the same flirt," I roll my eyes.

"Why do you always think I am flirting with you?" There is an amused look on his face as he takes a sip of coffee from his cup.

"Because of these cheesy lines of yours," I spat.

"These cheesy lines are out of my love for you, Zara."

I look at him who now has no hint of irony on his face, instead a charming smile is playing on his lips. Does he really love me that much as he claims?

"By the way, I have something for you," he states as he reaches into his pant's pocket.

I narrow my eyes to get a better view of whatever he has just taken out of his pocket but due to the dim light, I am unable to decipher what it is! He takes my hand and places something on my palm.

"Don't lose this as well like the last one," he chuckles.

I stare at my folded palm in confusion. So its a phone?

"But did that phone really get lost or did you lie to me?" He again chuckles earning a glare from me.

"It was. You can ask Aila, because of her it got fallen into the water," I say in a loud voice.

I can hear his laugh getting louder. I have thought to look at him for giving him a scowl, but as soon as I gaze at his bright smile, my all anger gets fade away. His smile is so contagious. He smiles the least but whenever he does, he makes me swoon over him once again and it becomes the best moment of my life. I divert my eyes from him quickly because I am sure if I keep on staring, I will end up giving him a smile instead of a glare.

What's with this guy today? Has he come here to irritate me?

"Oh God, finally this feisty Zara is back." He pinches on my nose.

"Armaan!" I yell while getting up from the bench.

I don't look at him as I quickly lift my cup and walk away. Before I can even move a finger, he grabs my arm and stands in front of me.

"Just like I can't help but to annoy you, likewise I can't help but to love you even more with my every exhaling breath," he whispers causing me to look back at him.

I suppress a laugh at what he has just said.

He takes the cup from my hand and places it on the bench. He holds my hand in his and kisses the back of it. He slowly tugs the wandering pieces of my hair behind my ear and when his fingers rub against the sensitive skin here, I shiver. He bends his face down to my level. Still, when it can't help because of how short I am compare to his height, he places his thumb under my chin and lifts my face up.

His lips are just a few inches away from mine and in this proximity, his minty breath is fanning all over mu face. The fragrance of his usual cologne is filling my nostrils, sending electrifying sensations throughout my body. He brushes his thumb on my lower lip while his eyes are fixed into mine.

With every passing moment as he is leaning towards me, my heart beats are getting more bizarre. And within a split second, his rough yet warm lips are on my lips. I can feel the world around me has turned blank and hazy as the only thing which I can see or think about is Armaan and me.

This time he doesn't hold it, instead, it's passionate from the really start as he nibbles on my lower lip. He pulls me closer to him and I directly land on his chest. I fold my both arms around his neck and my fingers touch his soft hair.

He gives a last peck on my lips before pulling away. I slowly open my eyes to find him already looking at me. I can feel my raced heartbeats which are just reciprocating my panted breathes.

I gasp when he grabs my waist and carries me bridal style. He takes me into the room and makes me lay on the bed. He hovers over me with his arms settled on both sides of me. He kisses my forehead and them his eyes stare into mine, looking for permission.

There is something in my eyes which he infers as permission and within a blink of an eye, he again slams his lips on mine. It is a short peck as he pulls away and cups the side of my face. He slowly caresses it with his thumb. He places a kiss on my nose before moving his lips along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. My breath hitches when he kisses the inner side of my neck.

He again looks at me with a smile on his lips.

"I love you, Zara," he whispers before again leaning towards my lips.

             *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Salam guys!

I am back with another chapter.

The next onward chapters will be the real drama, I am telling you so don't forget to read them. :)

If you like this chapter, don't forget to vote and comment.