Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

44- Take You With Me

Two week after Zain’s interview, he came to Hoorain, she was getting ready to leave for her morning shift while he had just returned from him.

“Hoorain.” He called, plopping on the bed, watching her getting ready.

“Yes?” She asked and was about to wear her coat but he picked it and helped her.

“Can you live without me?” He asked seriously, turning and closing her buttons.

“What do you mean? I definitely cannot.” She chuckled nervously.

Maintaining his grave expressions, he picked her tie and wrapped it around her.

“But you have to.” He said with no amusement.

“I don’t understand. Why would I? I am not leaving you.” She enunciated.

“You don’t have any other option.” He ordered, pulling her tie to their face dangerously closer.

“Because I am leaving you.” He said, staring dead into her eyes bringing instant horror on her face.

“W-What? W-Why? Zain?” She could barely speak and moving down, he whispered temptingly in her ears.

“A call from Crimson came. They want me to come and if I pass the test, I will get the job.” 

She blinked, registering his words and jumped with a scream, “What!?” 

“At least I trust my flair so much that I won’t fail this.” He winked but laughing, she jumped into his arms, laughing.

“You won’t! No one could match your level! I am sure of it!” She chirped, barely able to hold her gratification to know.

“I know.” He chuckled, holding her waist.

“I am so happy! Let’s tell everyone! Ma! Papa!” She beamed, taking his hand as she got out and he stared at her, drowning her shine.

Loving how his hands are in her sync.

“What happened? Why are you jumping?” Amir asked before leaving for his work as well.

“Zain is going to Dubai!” Hoorain shouted. 

“What?” Aima blinked. 

“Yes! Yay!” She nodded vigorously, holding his arm firmly.

“See I told you guys. A few months of troubles certainly didn’t mean they will remain forever.” Hoorain beamed, telling everyone. 

And this is something she was going to tell her family first to let them know her man knows how to pull himself from the ground on his own.

“I am happy for you.” Emraz smiled, hugging her.

“Me too!” She giggled.

“Zain.. Man, I am sorry, I-” Rayan began to say but Zain cut him off.

“Sorry for what? You were right. You are her brother. I can understand.” Zain knows if Isra faced the same situation he would have done the same.

“I am happy for you.” Rayan whispered, hugging him.

“Thanks.” He smirked.

“But, ah, who will cook for me then? I will miss your cooking.” Rayan said, faking sadness.

“Thank God.” Zain sighed in relief as they both laughed.

“Oh, Hey Haziqa.” Hoorain grinned, attending her call.

“Guess who is getting engaged?” She beamed over the phone.

“What?” She asked in disbelief.

“Azed sent a proposal to my home. Moveover he proposed to me in the middle of a black tie event!” She screamed in excitement, telling her about it.

“He did?” She asked.

“Of course! I am so happy!” She laughed and Hoorain has never seen her this happy before.

“Me too! See, I told you.” Hoorain smirked.

“Yea, you were right. Anyways, I was hoping if you could make it to the engagement it’s on 15?” Haziqa asked, barely holding her content.

“I would love to but I can't. Zain is going to Dubai, I have to help him in preparation.” Hoorain said sadly.

“Wow, sounds great.” Haziqa giggled.

“Zain is the best man.” Hoorain breathed out, wrapping his hand on her waist, nibbling on her ear lovingly.

“Your best man, Dear.” He cooed.

“Zain, I am on a call.” She said.

“I don’t care who it is. My angel is here with me.” He kissed her cheek.

“Sorry, Haziqa, Zain is just…” Hoorain said nervously.

“You sure are living your dream.” She laughed and Zain spoke up when he heard it.

“Yes. She is.”

“I will talk to you later.” Hoorain said, cutting the call and turning to Zain.

“Don’t you have any patience, Mister?” She scolded.

“First, I don’t. You are not leaving my arms. I will miss your touch. And second, I hate that Mister. Call me Love, Sweetheart like I do.” He whined like a kid.

Becoming more clingy after knowing he won’t get to hold her for the next year and it was hard for him to not control himself.

“I like Zain more.” She smiled, pressing her index finger on his chest.

“Me too. How perfect it sounds when you call it, when you scream it~” He cooed again in her ear but she blushed and pushed him away.

“Stop. We are in the hall.” She whispered, bringing him back to the world that they are at her place and in the main hall.

“So what?” He smirked, grabbing her wrist, leading them to her room as they were going to stay the night here.

“Zain.” She breathed out, locking the door and turning to him.

“Yes, Dear?” He hummed, using his phone.

“I want a kid.” She said with a crimson face.

Hatling all his actions, he looked up, “Where does it come from?” He asked tentatively.

“Are you asking biologically?” She joked, coming closer.

“No. Why do you want a child abruptly when we haven't had our honeymoon yet?” He asked, putting his phone away.

“Because I will be lonely without you.” She whispered, pressing her palm on his chest and pushing him down on the bed.

“And I will burn to see our baby. Think about me too.” He whispered, tracing her finger on the side of her face and brushing his thumb over her lips.

“Oh… right.” She made an ‘o’ face and nodded in agreement. 

“No baby until we are living together. I will already miss your warmth, I don’t want to miss our child too. You will have everyone here, think about me. I am going to be all alone.”

Flipping them over, he pushed her down on her bed, locking her under him and he wouldn’t say but he wanted to share an intercourse with Hoorain in her room, on her bed.

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