"Do you need any help"? I asked Mrs. Khalid as soon as i stepped in the kitchen "No Dear...... actually yes, can you make a cup of black coffee with no milk, no sugar" She politely asked in a requesting tone and passing her a smile, i nodded my head and started making coffee as per her instructions "Mrs. Khalid, who drinks this type of weird tasteless coffee"? She chuckled as she softly replied "Yuhaan"

I instantly felt nervous and giving her a nervous smile, i handed her the perfectly brewed coffee "It's ready"

She passed me an sweet smile before replying and handing me the plates of chocolate and strawberry pancakes and Mr. Hamdaani's cup of coffee "Thank You so much my Dear, may Allah bless you. Now go, they are waiting for the breakfast" I gave her a warm smile and turned to leave but stopped by her again "I forgot to tell you, Zimal is allergic to strawberry"

"That i know Mrs. Khalid, Mr. Hamdaani gave me a list of their complete medical information but Thank You very much for reminding me" Giving her a last smile i walked out straight to the dinning room not before hearing Mrs. Khalid's shout from behind "It's Beena for you"

As i entered the dinning room, i saw the three sweet pies dressed in the uniform and talking to a boy, i guess his name was faris "Pretty Lady" Zimal's sweet excited shout made me smile at her widely. She was more excited seeing the chocolate pancake in my hands "Here" I placed the chocolate pancake infront of Zimal and strawberry pancakes infront of Zaroon who totally ignored me whereas Jaan was looking at me with his big doe eyes. Seeing me Faris greeted with a small smile "Assalam-O-Alaikum Ma'am!"

"Wa-Alaikum-Aslam Faris. How are you"? With my reply, i saw his face was flushed. Ya Allah! Why is he is so shy? "Alhumdulilah Good Ma'am!"

"Ahan, don't call me Ma'am, you know it makes me feel oldie. So, Ayzal will do" I repeated the same line of Mrs. Khalid with a chuckle and he shyly nodded his head but the next second fear captured his soft features at the murderous voice of Mr. Hamdaani "Get out of here Faris"

I turned and saw Mr. Hamdaani dressed in three piece black Armani suit, with a Rolex watch adorning his veiny wrist, his hairs were perfectly gelled to the side and his eyes were staring expressionless straight in my eyes.

Faris wasn't needed twice to tell, he literally ran out of the dinning room, i shooked my head smiling at the way faris ran and averting my eyes back to Mr. Hamdaani, he was expressionless but his eyes seemed darker than before. Nevertheless i greeted him "Good Morning Mr. Hamdaani" without replying me back he walked passed me and sat on his chair.

Sitting on his chair, the first thing he did was taking a sip of his coffee, unintentionally my whole attention was on his reaction, he was as usual expressionless but still his lips lifted up for a milli second making me internally sigh in satisfaction.

I sat beside Zimal cutting her pancake in pieces and was going to pick Zaroon's plate to cut his pancake but he pulled it away from me. I passed him a smile saying "If you let me cut it, I promise you your favourite movie" I must say, the list Mr. Hamdaani gave me is really helpful. Zaroon is crazy for movies. Zaroon gave me an 'Are you kidding' look but after some seconds nodded his head with a sly smile and pulled the plate towards me.

He is surely planning something but anyway let him do it. When this morning i went to his room to wake him up and make him get ready, he rudely asked me to get out of his room, left with no choice, i walked out but Zimal was such a cutie pie, she open handedly greeted me.

"Do as you wish but their routines shouldn't be disturbed" I heard Mr. Hamdaani's cold voice and tilted my head in his direction. His whole attention was on his pancake which his long straight fingers were cutting with pure concentration and as his head was lowered, his long, curled eyes lashes were casting a shadow over his eyes.

I don't know what was so desirable about this moment, about him but there was something which i don't know and maybe it is best to be clueless because you never know when can a blink of your eye changes your view before your eyes.

When i didn't replied him back, he looked upwards straight in my eyes. Right that second i felt my breath was stuck somewhere in my body, his eyes were expressionless but still so deep yet empty telling the unsaid tale. Just why his eyes are so beautiful?

This is wrong, very wrong! Just when this thought got strike back in my mind, in my senses, i averted my eyes from him. Under the table my hands were slightly shivering that i had to clench them tightly to stop them.

Ya Allah! I don't know what is wrong with me. This never happened with me before, i don't know what is this but the thing i know is, this type of feeling is forbidden and if not then i don't deserve it.

I was feeling a hot gaze on me but never once i looked towards him and replied him softly "As you say Mr. Hamdaani"

After that i did my best to ignore him, i made Jaan eat sandwich, he wasn't a big fan of pancakes "Pretty Lady, won't you make me eat with your hands like you are putting morsels in Ramish's mouth"? Her innocent eyes melted my heart "Why wouldn't i, My Snowball. Here open your mouth" I pushed the fork filled with pancake piece infront of her mouth and she happily ate it.

After we all were done with the breakfast, Zimal and Zaroon went to their school and i went to pick my and Jaan's bag and books from the room because i had to leave for university soon. I asked Jaan to go to the kitchen to grab his lunchbox which i had prepared for him, not just for him but also for Zimal and Zaroon.

As soon as i was headed downstairs my phone rang, it was a call from my best friend Afreen.

The apartment i lived in is also owned by her family. She is my neighbour and my only friend. When i told her that i am going to move out of the apartment, she was so angry that she told me we are not friends anymore and she is not going to call me ever again. I chuckled at the thought and attended the call right away.
"I knew my bobo can't resist calling me" I said teasingly as a wide smile was playing on my lips, truth to tell you she hates the nickname Bobo.

"It's Armaan here Ayzal" I heard a soft yet rough voice. I sobered up from my silly smile and greeted politely "Oh! Assalam-O-Alaikum! How are you Armaan"? Armaan is Afreen's brother and my good friend also. You can say after Afreen if there is someone i can freely talk to is Armaan. I had lived in that apartment my whole life so i am very close to them. After my mother went to coma, Afreen's mother has helped me alot. I am very grateful to them.

"Alhumdulilah I am fine. What about you? Are you okay there? How is Jaan? Is he adapting well? You know you can come back anytime" He bombarded me with questions and my lips curled up imagining his face expressions.

"I am fine, Jaan is also fine and i am not saying this with courtesy, i am really fine and happy" I replied truthfully "Okay!......just know that we are here for you" His voice was so low that i doubted that he wanted me to listen it.

"I know.......Why did you called me with Bobo's phone"? I asked curiously because he never calls me with Afreen's phone as he have my number "I nearly forgot......." He paused with a chuckle and continued "Your best friend who is actually very angry with you asked me to call you to ask for your address as she wants to personally pick you up from there and still don't want to talk with you" with that I laughed out and placing my books and bag on the nearby table i sat on the sofa.

"There is actually no need to pick me up but if i refuse than there is more likely to be the chances of her murdering me right"?

"Right. So send me your address, we will be there in minutes" He said as i heard the jingling of the keys. He must've picked his car keys "Okay! I will send you the address and please come fast because we also have to drop Jaan at his school. Allah Hafiz!"

"Allah Hafiz Ayzal" With that the line went off and I started typing the address. After sending it, I stood up to look for Jaan but as soon as i turned my eyes clashed against the iceberg.

Mr. Hamdaani was standing on the staircase. He was as usual expressionless but his clenched hands were representing his foul mood. I passed him a small smile before making my way towards the kitchen but was stopped by the a cold voice "Ms. Hashim" I stiffened at his voice but taking a deep breath i turned facing him. I was going to ask him when he continued "We have drivers at home who can drop you and your brother off"

"Thank You so much for your polite intentions but there is no need for that Mr. Hamdaani because my friend is coming to pick us up" I outrightly rejected his offer and was instantly met with his death glare. Without saying a word he walked out of the hallway with clenched hands.

I was not even confused at his reaction now because i truly understood one thing, he don't likes anyone to reject him. I sighed deeply.