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#reason 4- I can't hate you now, can I?
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14th feb.
This day can make or break a man.
Can be very enjoyable or very miserable for an individual.
Or the day can proceed as normal.
But Zain Abdullah was not enjoying his day at all. No sir.
Not because he was single. Being single felt like heaven.
His mind was as usual waging the war between asking her out or not.
But that was not the problem. The problem was a girl named Gauhar Shah.
She was hell bent on asking him out and that girl can't understand the simple concept of a no.
So the poor bloke had to play the game of hide and seek with her.
And people seemed to be taking pleasure in his pain. Those who sympathised with him helped him hide. And those who didn't..well..
His current hiding place which he was thinking to make his permenant home is the boys toilet. Surely she won't come here.
He stood corrected.
"Zainnn? Jaanu? You in here?"
"f**k" he muttered and scrambled to get up from the floor and into a cubicle.
He heard footsteps and he cimbed atop the toilet,his head bent.
He could hear someone muttering.
And again-" zain baby? Are you here?"
"What are you doing in the boys washroom Gauhar?" Asked a voice, he recognised it as Zubair's.
"Nothing. I-i am looking for-"
"Zain is not here, as you can clearly see. You may go before I report you."
He could hear more grumbling and then a pair of fading footsteps.
"You can come out now" Zubair called out.
"Thanks bro."he said, jumping down from the toilet.
"That was a close one."
He saw Zubair clutching his stomach and laughing.
Zain frowned. "It is not funny."
"It is. Damn. Funny" Zubair wheezed.
Zain's stomach growled.
"Did I miss dinner?"
"Yeah, yeah you did. Go to the kitchens before anyone catches you."
He crept carefully along the shadows so as not to be spotted by Gauhar and when he reached the kitchens, he muttered "success" and opened the door.
The kitchens of Radcliffe high is an amazing place. It was as massive as a 2-bhk flat.
And the cooks-oh you could simply kiss their hands. And they made amazing delicacies.
It is finger licking good. No one, and Zain means no one, can make food as good as theirs. Except maybe Shabana Ammi.
"Abdullah?" A voice called out.
He snapped out of his food-induced coma and looked towards the source of the voice.
The second person he wished to avoid was sitting there.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he made his way to her and plonked his ass on the chair opposite to her.
"Same as what you came to do" she gestured to the food in front of her.
"Why did you miss the dinner?"
A dark look crossed her face.
"Was avoiding someone."
"Who?"
"You know who?"
He chuckled. "What? Voldemort?"
She similed reluctantly.
"No you dumb head. Siddharth"
"Oh" he scrunched his nose, traces of humor leaving his face.
"I thought he backed off."
"Apparently not. He claims that I have feelings for him still. And that some stalker of mine had broken his nose and gave him a black eye." She snorted.
Zain shrunk in his seat. "Stalker huh?"
"Yeah. Hilarious I know. Besides, we all know who is being stalked." She pointed her spoon towards him. "And even if I had one, I would probably kiss him for giving that bas***d a black eye."
Zain felt hot and adjusted his collar.
He cleared his throat.
"So? Anyone asked you out?" He asked, unable to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
"Hmm? Uh-one or two."
"And?"
"And what?"
"What did you say?"
"Unfortunately, the person who I wanted to ask me chickened out, or so it seems"
His heart sank.
She liked someone else.
"Yo-you like someone?"
"Hmm-mm"
"Who?"
"Not telling" she shifted her concentration from mashed potatoes to Shahi Paneer.
"Why not?"
"Because"
"What because? I tell you everything na?"
"Nope."
"Please" he whined.
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Because." He replied childishly.
She rolled her eyes and continued eating.
"Aliyaaa"
"Zainnn"
He grabbed a plate of salad and threw a tomato at her.
She gasped as it hit directly on her forehead.
"You impossible little-"
He threw a piece of lettuce at her.
"Stop it Zain."
An onion this time.
She lunged across the table to grab the plate. He scooted backwards, out of her reach and dumped eveything on her head.
She gasped again, infuriated.
She scooped up a spoon of Panner and flung it at him, hitting him square on the jaw.
He was grinning widely. He wiped his jaw and licked his fingers.
"Yummm"
"Ew. You are disgusting."
They looked at each other for a mo and yelled together.
"FOOD FIGHHT."
She grabbed her glass of water and drenched him, laughing crazily.
"Whaat? You broke rule no 1 of a food fight. No wet substances."
"Since when have I adhered to rules kitkit." Still laughing,she backed away from him.
"Oh, you are going to pay." He jumped over the table grabbing whatever came in his hand- a bun.
She turned and started running to the cooking station, grabbing two-three carrots. She flung one behind her aimlessly.
"Missed" he shouted but then slipped on the same.
She hid behind one of the counters trying to muffle her laughter, her trusty carrots at arms.
He crept up behind her and dumped a bowl full of flour on her head and laughed crazily.
"Me-2, Haider- Nil."
"Oh please, I tripped and drenched you." She got up and threw the carrots at his face.
He threw the bun back.
Both looked at each other and started giggling.
"Zaiin? Jannu?"
His eyes grew wide as saucers and pulled a roaring-with-laughter Aliya down with him.
"Shhh" he chided. She couldn't stop so he covered her mouth with his hands.
Her whole body was shaking with laughter as they his from Gauhar who was coming near them with every passing second.
She lowered his hands and muttered "your personal stalker."
"There is nothing funny in that Aliya." He whispered. "She has ruined my day."
"Zain baby? I know you are somewhere here." Her voice sounded closer.
Aliya doubled over in laughter, her head on Zain's lap.
"Aaah"
She whiped her head up and Zain and she both peered over the counter.
And they couldn't control the burst of laughter they had been trying to control for Gauhur had slipped on the same carrot Zain had.
"Zain? " Gauhar's head snapped up.
"Shit" both muttered. Zain grabbed Aliya's hand and started to run.
"Zain, baby, where are you going?"
He pushed Aliya into one of the kitchen pantry and held his breath till Gauhar passed by.
"That was a close one."
He looked down at Aliya, clutching his shirt and giggling into it.
"Stop laughing." He said, annoyed, yet a smile tugged at his lips.
"I- I " she said, trying to form words but unable to do so.
"Aliya " he growled. He took her hands and pinned them to the wall.
Her laughter subsided as she took deep breaths and looked into his eyes.
"How can she look damn sexy even when she is covered in flour?" Wondered Zain.
He came closer to her. He could feel her breath on his face.
"Wh-what?" She croaked.
"Hmm?" He said, loosing his trail of thoughts, eyeing her pink lips.
She gulped as he came even closer and her lips parted involuntarily.
"You." She whispered.
"What?" He asked.
"I wanted you to ask me out." She whispered and crashed her lips to his.
His eyes closed and his arms went around her and lifted her up.
'Kissing her in reality is way much better than kissing her in my dreams." He thought as his tongue entered her mouth.
She moaned.
They broke the kiss not because they wanted to but because they had to breathe.
Their breaths ragged, they looked at each other.
He stroked her cheeks with his thumb.
"Well then, would you be my date?" He asked, looking into her eyes.
A smile adorned her lips. "Yes. Yes yes yes." Her each yes growing louder.
He laughed in glee and kissed her forehead and spun her around, knocking 2-3 pans in the process.
"Shhh" they both said together, giggling.
"Gauhur will come."
"I aint no property of hers. Someone already owns me."
"You are an idiot." She said smiling and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Yeah, but I am your idiot." He grinned.
She rolled her eyes. "Cheesy."
"True. But admit it. You liked it."
"Yes, yes I did." She whispered,coming closer yet.
"I know you did." He said and promptly kissed her.
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After two hours-
"My hair is fine right?" She asked, patting her head.
"You are covered in flour and all you arr concerned about is your hair?" He chuckled.
"Well, you-you are wet." She retroted as she took his hand again, swinging it between them while they climbed the stairs.
"Half wet. Besides I look sexy while wet."
"Yeah right.I have drenched you many a times. You do NOT look sexy at all"
"Oh I do. You should see me after I shower."
"You know Abdullah, I might just take up on that offer one day."
He pulled her closer and walked her backwards until her back was touching the railing.
"I will be waiting for that day." He whispered as he nuzzeled her neck.
"Ahem-ahem" someone cleared their throat.
They jumped apart as if electrocuted.
"Sofia?" Aliya asked.
"What are you doing here?"
"Doing my rounds." She said, tapping her badge, grinning.
"What are you both doing her looking like that?"
"Looking like what?" Aliya stuttered. She felt Zain shuffle uncomfortably beside her.
"Oh, never mind you being covered in flour and you-" she nodded towards Zain
"Being half wet, but both of you looking like you have been throughly kissed?"
Both their faces coloured.
Sophia laughed heartily.
"Oh come on. Like I am going to punish you. But its past curfew. So you miss" she pointed to Aliya "are coming with me."
She held out her hand.
Aliya gave a sheepish look to Zain and took Sophia's hand and climbed up the stairs.
Zain, the poor bloke, stood on the stairs,compreheding what just transpired.
He then felt a pair of lips on his and a whisper-
"Meet you in your dreams Abdullah." She winked and went away like a flash.
He grinned widely and then groaned when he realised he might have a potential angry brother to answer.
"Aagh, Aliya."
And then smiled to himself when he realised he can't fool himself anymore.
His stomach grumbled. He sighed as he proceeded towards his dorm room.
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Tadaaa. The awaited chapter, haina Emaan and Shiza?? :D
Chalo sab log jakar like aur comment karo. I will go watch BI. :D
P.s - do like and comment.
pps. Emaani, I live in Mumbai.
Loads of coffee and books
-Sanika
Edited by arshipotterfan - 10 years ago
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