𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅.

                                    

                                          
Fabiha's P. O. V 
We are now heading to the hotel we booked for us. We stayed at Seyran's place till evening. Seyran insisted us to stay with her but Zayaan didn't agree as we are here for work. I am not feeling that well as I didn't get a chance to take some rest. I was really busy playing with that cutie pie Aiza. At first she didn't want to play with me but as time passes by, she got close to me. And to my surprise, the cutie didn't want me to leave her. She hugged me really tightly. She is so cute. 
At the hotel
The room is pretty big. There's a veranda. A wide window. A queen size bed is placed in the middle of the room. There's a jacuzzi in the bathroom. A walk in closet and a comfy couch. 
I took a shower and put on my comfy night suit. Zayaan urged me to have my dinner but I didn't have my dinner. I was really sleepy. So I just went to sleep. 
The next morning 
"When am I going to meet the girls?" I asked. "Soon." Zayaan replied while munching on his breakfast. "Can't we meet them today?" I suggested. "No. Did you forget that today we are going to attend the business party. So how are we gonna meet them?" Zayaan replied softly as he doesn't want to hurt my feelings. I really like this behavior of his. He is always concerned about not making me sad or hurt my feelings. "When are we going to leave for the party?" I asked. "At 6 in the evening." He replied to which I nodded. After finishing our breakfast, I was about to get in the elevator when Zayaan stopped me. He grabbed me by my wrist. I looked into his eyes with confusion. He looked at his watch with a really serious look. But trust me, he looks so damn hot when he is serious. 'Oh my god!' I look away 'What am I saying? Shut up, Fabiha.' I thought. I try to keep my gaze down but in vain. I again look at him. A trillion of butterflies started flying in my stomach. 'He is looking hot.' 'Argh! Fabiha! You can't say that to him. He is a bastard. Remember?' I try to calm myself down. "There's still a few hours left before the party. Let's enjoy the city for a while?" Zayaan suggested. I wanted to turn him down, I don't know why. But a part of me didn't want to hurt him and I also wanted to explore a bit. So I agreed upon his suggestion.
We went to the CN tower. It is a 553.3 meters high concrete communication and observation tower in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. There was guide for us, who gave the tour. The tower was really pretty. It was 3 pm already, so we just rushed back to our hotel. We have a party to atten at 6. And we can't be late. 
Author's P. O. V
Fabiha picked a red saree for the party. She drapped the saree nicely, but was having troubles with the pleads. Zayaan saw her struggling with the pleads, so he decides to step in. "May I?" He asks. Fabiha flinched as she was really focused on her saree. "What?" She asks by looking at Zayaan through the mirror . Fabiha was standing right in front of the mirror. While Zayaan was standing  behind her. He steps a step forward and again says, "I said, may I?" In a pleasing voice. Fabiha couldn't deny him as she was already late. She still has to set her hair. And put on some jewelry. So, she nodded. She thought Zayaan will stand in front of her and help her. But she was wrong. The guy wrapped his arms around her and helped her with the pleads. Fabiha was hiding her belly with the pallu. Due to which Zayaan was having a hard time on the pleads. At one point, Zayaan got irritated and hold her hand, "If you keep doing that, I won't help you." He said in a manly voice. Hearing that voice made Fabiha's heart beat faster than usual. 
He was done with the pleads. He tucked it in for her. His warm touch made Fabiha's breath heavy. Zayaan saw his effect on her through the mirror. That's when, he decides, 'Why don't I tease you a bit, my spark.' with a devilish grin on his face. He slowly placed his hand on her bare waist. Fabiha hissed due to his touch. She started sweating due to this sensation. But the devil didn't stop. He continued roaming his two fingers through her bare waist and stomach. Fabiha could feel his warm breath on her neck. She couldn't keep her eyes open. Zayaan was pretty enjoying the moment. He was about to plant a kiss on her neck, just when the couple get disturbed by the ringing of Zayaan's phone. Zayaan was about to ignore the call when Fabiha got herself together and moved away from him. "Go and answer the call. We are getting late." Saying this she drags him out of the bathroom and locks the door from the inside. Zayaan couldn't help but chuckle on her. And then he took the call.
After half an hour, Fabiha finally unlocked the door. She stepped out and saw Zayaan already being dressed up. Zayaan wore a royal blue tuxedo. His hair was done. He saw Fabiha standing behind him. He turned around and got amazed by her ravishing beauty. 
Zayaan's P. O. V
Seeing her in red saree made me madly falling for her. She is so breathtaking.
'Her eyes, sparkling like sapphires. Her smile, a radiant sunbeam. Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, that glows with an ethereal radiance. Her hair, a cascade of threads, dancing in the wind. Her lips, like petals of rose, beckon with their softness and allure.'

I wish I didn't have to attend the party, so that I could devour her. Make her all mine. Make her feel loved. Mark her all mine. I wish. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my racing heart. "Are you alright?" She asked looking at me. 'How can I be alright, when you're looking that damn gorgeous.' I thought. "Yes, I am. Shall we?" I ask as I point her the door. She nods and follows me.











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