Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

20- Inebriated

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, pulling his head away, waiting for her consent softly before taking action knowing it all too well it is going to be her first.

“I.. I..” She paused, suddenly holding the authority to his action startled her slightly, not knowing how to respond but he put his hand over hers which was holding his shirt.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, smiling, reassuring her that he will respect her decision. 

“Don’t…” She paused, holding his hand rigidly to never let it go, loving this chance she finally gained while Zain was still struggling with emotions, with reaction and feelings.

All of them never existed within him, he was not like this but how did this happen? 

He doesn’t know either.

“Stop.” She said with a glint of nervousness, tensed what he would think of her but letting out a seductive chuckle, he whispered teasingly in her ears.

“That’s what I thought.”

Their heart skipped a beat simultaneously when Zain leaned lethally closer to her lips.

She closed her eyes to feel the depthness of his touch, to fulfill the desire she had buried in her heart and when this moment is here, she never wants it to leave. 

Should I stop?- Leave it. I won’t back away now. 

Thinking, he leaned down, their hands were in perfect collision, lips smiling and closing his eyes, he melted, ready to take her first kiss and his too.

He pressed lightly his lips upon hers, sensing the smile she emanated to feel the tenderness, the warmth of his lips which was soon going to grant her euphoria she only dreamt of.

“Hoorain-” 

And before he could proceed further, taking things to the next level the door knocked and the frown on Zain’s face showed the displeasure, urging to hit the person seriously who ruined his first moment which was created with extreme effort.

“Dammit.” He growled and startled at his reaction, Hoorain was about to pull away but he didn’t let go of her hand intertwined with his finger and the door opened revealing her Mother,

“Hoorain, sorry to-” She paused, noticing Zain was holding her hand and let it go immediately when Hania came who felt awkward and embarrassed to interrupt them.

“Yes, Mama?” Hoorain asked quickly, trying to hide her flushed face as Zain cleared his throat, resting his hand in his pocket, curling them in a fist, trying to control his rage, looking away.

“Sorry to disturb your studies… Uh.. Emraz called, he was coming home.. To take you out.. Get ready.” She spoke vaguely, looking away.

“I am done too. Take care, I am leaving.” Zain said coldly. She wanted him to stay, to stop, to bring back their dead moment but he picked the phone.

“No.” She said, turning her head to him.

“Hmm?” He hummed, glancing at her with a raised brow.

“Um.. I know Bhai. He will take time. We can have some tea then?” She offered sweetly, praying to say yes.

“I hope you have time.” She said timidly and he sighed, “Fine.” 

They were alone in the dining hall once again, Zain held a stoic expression on his face, leaned back on the seat, using his phone which made Hoorain disquiet. 

Twirling her fingers around her dress, she grit her teeth and managed to mumble.

“I think we should forget what happened.” She said, thinking that is what he must be thinking.

He melted once in emotions. It won't happen again, Hoorain. Forget it. She thought sadly, turning to him.

“Hmm. I don’t know what took over me either. Sorry if it unsettled you or anything.” He sighed, turning to her. 

That is not what she wanted but he was ready to bury the moment along the passing seconds but she wanted to embed it in her core. 

How could I do this in the first place? What took over me?

He thought, not lifting his head as their tea came.

“I hope it won’t make things awkward between us.” She managed to utter, looking away. 

“I initiated it, I shouldn’t have.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. 

Lifting her gaze shyly, she asked, “Do you regret it?” 

His eyes widened for a second, invoking a sudden rush of emotions causing a disruption he never felt before, a strange cluster twisting emotions. 

Let your heart speak.

“No. I don’t.” He replied honestly, breathing out, turning his head away. 

She was drowned in his pretty eyes looking away in embarrassment at his confession, she tried to suppress her smile of exhilaration.

“But, that doesn't mean I don’t want to forget. So let’s just not mention it again.” He muttered, drinking his tea. His tone was poised and deep down he knows- 

He didn’t want to forget it.

“I should leave now.” He said after having tea, turning to leave but stopped. Shaking his head, he went after her and she left to put the tray in the kitchen.

She was alone and sighed deeply, putting her hand on her chest finally letting out the smile she managed to subdue in his presence, grinning widely to think how perfect she felt in his embrace. 

The beauty of the moment might not last long but it was embedded in her core, the uttermost gratification.

“Oh God, I can’t believe it.” Smiling, her face was red from glee, her fingers were about to touch her lips, the lips he touched for a second gave her paradise.

“Hoorain.” She gasped loudly when his voice came, turning and holding the counter firmly.

“Y-You?” She asked, frightened he might not have seen her sinking in the moment.

“Do you need something?” She asked hesitantly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Yeah. I totally forgot about the context of our talk.” He sighed, holding his forehead, taking a step closer.

“What talk?” She asked, relaxing, confused. 

After that moment, she has forgotten anything else except that it was destroyed by her mother.

“Your internship. What else?” He shrugged, frowning at her lack of remembrance but it smeared her mood to think about it, wiping her smile and radiance.

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