Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

32- Unforgettable

“Ah, I am so happy for you, Hoorain.” Hoor beamed over the phone call, instructing Hoorain on how to dress for her first date with Zain.

“Me too. Ah, I can’t tell you, Api.” She giggled, jumping around the room as her content dispersed everywhere. 

“Me too.” She nodded, gleeful for her sister. 

She prayed for her a lot and after knowing their progress, she felt so happy.

“This day is so near to me, Our first date. I could only imagine it.” She breathed out.

Wearing a beautiful white off-shoulder sundress, enhancing her grace with the matching necklace.

“Now, Come out of imagination. Get ready for it.” Hoor laughed, instructing her how to do her makeup accordingly. 

Hoor had a great fashion sense and till now, all dresses were decided according to her and they were always perfect.

“Yeah, yeah.” She hummed, applying a tint on her cheek and lips.

"Good. Enjoy your date." She winked, causing her to become timid.

She cut the call and Hoorain rushed down to show her final look to her parents with a radiant grin.

“Mama, Papa. How do I look?” She asked, spinning around, showing her dress. 

“Ah, my girl is looking so lovely.” Hania beamed, kissing the top of her head. 

"I am so happy for you.” Rehman also gave his blessings.

The elderly couple was filled with content upon seeing her shimmering aura and wide grin.

Praying it remains forever.

“Thanks. Wish me luck.” She chuckled after receiving Zain’s text.

Taking her bag, checking herself for the final time before rushing to greet Zain with her heart thumping without control. 

Rehman laughed at her actions, Watching her leave, speaking the undeniable truth.

“She sure heads over heels for him.”

Overflowing with gaiety, Hoorain walked out only to see Zain looking dashing in his black shirt with rolled sleeves.

Two buttons of his shirt were opened, unlike at work where he dressed formally accompanied by matching ripped jeans and messy hairs to complete his style.

Her heart rate amplified instantly when her eyes fell upon his handsome form, waiting for her, leaning back on his car.

His eyes fell upon her, bringing a bright smile on his lips, watching her angelic looking in the white sundress, suiting her charm perfectly.

“Hey..” She waved, coming closer. Growing timid but he scanned her form and offered his hand.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He said temptingly, checking her out one more time with his hazel eyes.

Her heart skipped and beat as she stuttered, “Y-You too.” 

“I do?” He asked, arching a brow in amusement.

“Yes. You do.” She nodded, a smile not leaving her lips. 

He smiled, opening the door for her, “Let’s go.” 

They left for their date, Hoorain’s hands were freezing in anticipation.

Overwhelming sensations to find him in her vicinity with such warmth stole her ability to think and focus only on him.

They exchanged casual talks on the drive and went to the theater.

A special connection arising between them, feelings which never occurred before. 

“I can’t believe I am watching a movie instead of studying.” She breathed out when he got the popcorn and tickets. 

“Don’t worry, that is my duty to ensure you pass, My Lady.” He said gallantly, handing her the bucket of popcorn.

She could barely consider this a reality where his hands were in rhythm to hers as they sat down, watching the movie.

He didn’t let go of her hand the whole time as she was indulging in the movie, letting her mind open up and accept that it’s reality.

She was watching the movie but he stared at her all the time. Elbow resting on the armest, eyes traveling to her bewitching features from time to time.

And when time to time converted into a prolonged stare, he didn’t know. 

All it occurred was that her smile gave him tranquility, her presence made his heart race, her eyes urged him to immerse in them. Wandering aimlessly in her domain with no clear destination but loving each second of this time.

Hooorain was so engrossed in the movie that she didn’t know Zain’s eyes were chained to hers. 

After the movie, she took a deep breath, stretching her arms and chuckling.

“Ah… it was great." She grinned, turning to him.

"Yeah…" He hummed, nodding. 

Having no idea what happened in the movie and if she asked a question, he won’t be able to answer because he didn’t pay attention at all.

"You were right. I needed a break from constant studying." She mumbled.

"See. Now, let’s grab something to eat." He grinned, not leaving her hands clasped into his.

"Can we try street food?" She asked with an eye gleaming in awe  but it wiped his smile.

"Do you know how unhygienic it is?" He asked, making a face of disapproval.

"Come on, Zain. If you are a chef that doesn't mean we can't have it." She whined, pouted and closed her arms at her chest like a kid.

"Me being a chef has nothing to do with this." He sighed but she kept on puffing.

His eyes narrowed on how easily by her one pout, he wanted to do what she desires even if he doesn’t want it.

"Okay, we can go, what do you want?” He asked, emitting a long sigh, defeated before her.

But, his smirk came back, thinking of another idea, “That is another matter you don't want to faste what I cooked."

He knew he had to make an equally important offer to convince her and it worked.

"What?!" She almost yelled, mouth gaping in disbelief.

She always tasted his food whenever Rayan asked Zain to make something.

It was always delicious and the fact he would cook for her sounded wonderful, she couldn’t deny it.

"What? Mama and Papa are out of the city for the rest of the week. We can go to my place and have dinner." His place… Her body stopped functioning for a bare heart.

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