"So class, whoever wants to participate in this competition, please give their names," Miss Shalini announced and we started looking at each other.

There was the model competition and we had to make models on physics, we had to work in pairs.

"Also choose your partner yourself, I ain't gonna waste time on this," she completed her sentence and exited from the classroom.

"Zaynah," two arms were automatically wrapped around my shoulders and I smiled.

"Do you have any idea about the topic," she sat beside me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"No problem, we can choose it later," when she didn't get any response from me, she whispered.

" Soo, farwa is your cousin," I finally broke my silence and eyed her.

Her expressions changed, there were a lot of unknown shades of color in her eyes.

"Are you mad at me?" She sighed.

"Naah, why would I be mad at you,?" I let out a soft and fake chuckle.

" Okayy, let me tell you the whole story, my aunt, mother of Hamza and Hammad is also the real sister of my mum. Farwa is the daughter of my uncle ( mom's brother) and to be honest I never really liked them, not only Farwa, their whole family is ....Even my mom and dad don't like Farwa and her family but we had to tolerate their fake ass cuz of our aunt," she stopped and started playing with her nails.

"Aunt?"

"Yeah, my aunt always wanted a daughter so when Farwa was born, she tried to adopt her but her family didn't agree so she fixed the engagement of Farwa and Wajahat, " she said the last part in the lowest tone and I didn't know why my heart skipped a beat. Farwa and Wajahat...

Well, they are in love with each other, there are gonna marry someday...
Wait a sec, why are you thinking about them...

I'm not thinking about them...

Really??

I mean....okay I don't know...

"Cool, so Farwa is your sister-in-law," I cooed masking a fake smile at my face and Zara rolled her eyes.

" Allah knows the best," she gave me a weird look and asked, " Are you gonna come with me? We have to work a lot, also you're gonna stay night at my place, "

" Night? I mean... Ummm... "

" Bruh, do I look like some serial killer to you? " She asked dramatically rolling her eyes and her words reminded me of someone.

"I'll see, lemme grab my essentials from my room, " I waved at her and walked out of the class.

After reaching my room, I unlocked my phone, a small notification popped on my screen.

Mr. Gentleman: Hii :-)

Why he was sending me the text, I felt it odd but I replied.

Me: Umm hello, can I know your name?

I realized that I didn't even know the name of my savior.

Mr...: Well, I'm Azlan.

Me: Ohh, noice! So where do you live and what are you doing?

I didn't know why I was too curious to know about him, I saved his name and started shoving my books in a small bag.

Azlan: Wait... Why are you asking these questions? Are you planning to bring a proposal to my home?

As I read the message, my cheeks became red, okay it was the first time when I was talking to some guy so I didn't know how to react. I didn't say anything and left him on seen.

Azlan: Hey, I didn't mean this, I was just joking around...

Maybe he realized it...

Me: Naah, it's okay!

Azlan: Well, I'm Mohd. Azlan and I live in Benson Town and goes to New Horizon College of Engineering!

Me: Noice! Okay... TTYL

I took a warm shower and slipped in a baby pink color dress. I swung the bag on my shoulders and closed the door behind me.

******

"Zaynah, Please don't freak out...I've sent Wajahat to pick you, I know you don't like him but I had no choice as Uncle Naseem is on leave," she said in a single breath and cut the call without even giving me a chance.

Here we go again, Zaynah...

I sighed and started waiting for him. After a few minutes, a black Rolls Royce stopped, I knew he wasn't gonna speak so I silently moved towards the passenger seat. As I made myself comfortable the car started moving. I was looking outside the window, there was a weird silence in the car which was making me uncomfortable. I put a small glance at his face and a sigh escaped from my lips. His eyes were also glued on my face, we kept staring at each other until I realized what I was doing. I quickly averted my gaze, my face became hot from an unknown feeling.

I instantly thanked Allah as we reached our destination. I made my way to the lounge and called Zara.

"Heyy, I hope you ain't mad at me," she pulled me in a hug.

"Naah, it's okay... The ride was fine," I smiled at her.

"Let's grab something to eat and then we would start working," Zara dragged me to the kitchen.

" Zaynah can you please fry the kebabs, I'll come in a second, I forgot to inform mom about Hamza and Hammad," she stopped as she remembered something.

" Okay... No problem," I assured her and started frying kebabs.

" Zara, please make me a cup of coffee," I froze at my place as his voice rang in my ears.

Why the hell he is affecting you so much?

He just asked for coffee, not for your hand for marriage.

Don't tell me you're catching feelings for him.

I turned my head to face him, he looked at me with confusion.
"Oh, sorry! I thought it's Zara," he replied nervously.

When did he start to be nervous? Where's his stupid smirk??

"Naah, it's okay I can make coffee for you,"

"Do you even know how to make coffee," his smirk returned to his face and I immediately cursed him.

" No, come and make for yourself,"  I rolled my eyes.

" Fair enough," he let out a deep breath and stood beside me.

He started whisking his coffee and his hands accidentally touched mine and a thousand volts of electricity shot into my body. I jerked my hands away which touched the cup and boom.

The hot coffee was spilled on my feet, "Allah," a tear fell from my eyes from the pain. I sat on the ground and started rubbing my feet harshly. He looked at me for a few seconds then poured cold water at my feet. I was still sitting in the same position with tears in my eyes. I couldn't even shout at him as it was all my fault. He quickly opened the refrigerator and handed me ice cubes. I started messaging my feet.

Have patience, Zaynah. Don't make fun of yourself!

But it's hurting!

"Ya Allah, how does it  happen?" Zara entered the kitchen and ran towards me. She touched my feet," I'm so sorry Zaynah, it's all my fault," she looked guilty though it was clearly not her fault.

"Let me carry you to my room," she held my hands making me stand on my feet. I started walking with her, before exiting the kitchen, I turned my head to only see the weird expression of the guy. His eyes held a lot of emotions, which churned my stomach. Zara was right, her brother isn't that bad!

Ramadan Kareem ❤️ May this Ramadan bring peace and happiness to your life. Remember me in your prayers! Also, I'm sorry for the late update but it's just I'm going through a hectic schedule! Don't forget to touch the star icon below!
~Asma