Back at home, I cuddled my teddy bear still obsessed with the scent of rain. It was 10 in the evening and Eleanor had been torturing me with a Mughal soup she had learned to keep me warm. I somehow escaped her drama by hiding myself into the blankets and pretended to be deep in sleep. Luckily, she had already fallen into my trap. Her almost blonde hair jumped into the air along with our mother's perfectly blonde hair as they both got engaged in their evening routine yoga. Yes, the ladies in this family were the weirdest. I guess that's why Dad liked to spend most of his day in the backside of the house.

It was around 11 when someone knocked at the door of my room. I wasn't sleeping but in no case, I wanted to go through that torturous soup again.

"Miael, you've got a parcel," Mum called from downstairs.

Parcel? at this hour? Another one of their tricks.

"I'm asleep, but the door is open." I pretended to yawn.

The doorknob rotated followed by a slow screech. I didn't hear any extra sounds except for the one where the door was shut again with a slow bang.

I peeked in from my blankets to look at what had they put in my room. I couldn't sleep with lights on, thus the darkroom was making it difficult for me to see. I crawled my fingers to the side of the bed and after a few attempts finally reached the table lamp placed beside. My arm getting colder by the minute, I snuggled back into the sheets as soon as I turned the lights on. I got on my stomach, rotated my body upside down to the foot side of the bed and crawled over like a snake to take a look at what these ladies had just gifted me. 

Removing the layers of my blankets, I grumpily opened my eyelids controlling a sneeze.

"You know," my earlobes went numb as his cold voice reached them, "this Mughal soup is really good for you." He tasted.

It felt as if Mt. Everest itself stood up from the Himalayas and buried me underneath. My eyes were gazing at the only person they were afraid of these days.

"N...Noah?" It came out as a question, again. I quickly covered myself under the blankets hiding my no-makeup slash almost drooling face.

On getting no reply I peeked out of the blanket to find him gone. Technically, he was never there and it seemed to be just my imagination.

"Why else would Noah Martin be in my room at this hour?" I laughed slowly, finally getting out of the warm sheets and sat on the bed hugging my legs.

My mind was a disaster after finding out all that Noah was doing was out of sympathy. Well, I was looking for the answer myself but sympathy was not the word that I was willing to accept. I really didn't have any feelings or any expectations from Noah Martin but my heart was in some different time zone. I was confused for no reason and now I had begun to hallucinate. Even though he wasn't here, the scent of rain was still surrounding me. It was like I would turn to shut the lamplight and he would be sitting on the couch magically.

I rolled my eyes dismissing the thoughts and turned to shut the lamp lights. I turned it off and quickly turned it back on as my eyes popped out of their cage. What the hell? Am I really hallucinating twice in just a single minute?

"I'm working here," Noah typed continuously at his laptop, "stop fooling around."

Oh My God!

What the hell?

No! No! No! No!

I turned off the light again thinking he would disappear the next time I turn them on.

Tip-top, tip-top, tip-top, tip-p-p!

"Why aren't you disappearing?" I pushed the button continuously out of frustration.

He finally withdrew his attention from his laptop and captured my eyes into his firm gaze. "Why do you think?"

I frowned covering my overly exposed legs with the blankets as he swiftly changed his view from my eyes to his laptop.

"But," I brushed away the scattered hair from my face, "why are you here?"

"Your mother wanted me to look after you." He tapped a button too harshly, "plus, I needed to finish this by tonight. Weirdly, you have got just the right size fingers to type 10 times faster than you talk."

I breathed heavily trying to relax myself but his beautiful scent just kept on growing on me.

"So, how long do you plan on staying?" I questioned looking for my spectacles in the side drawer.

"Overnight." He stretched his back, "Maybe I'll have to sleep here."

What? Why?

Yeah, he is your husband, so technically, he is allowed to share a room with you.

My stupid brain mocked right in time before I could ask any more dumb questions.

Putting on my specs, I asked, "What is it that you're typing?"

"Filling up the accounts datasheets, some algorithms for the new program, a few in-app info and some python programming codes," he matched my eyes again, "Linkton High doesn't use machines for this even today."

I nodded as if I was a pro at understanding all these technical terms. "Could you look away for a sec?"

He tilted his neck a little supporting his face with his petal-like fingers. "Why?"

"Just for a sec?" I pouted, "and pass me that scarf." I pointed towards my stole lying beside him.

He shook his head slowly and threw it towards me. He turned away as I stood up and tied the scarf on my waist covering the weirdly super sexy legs.

"You can turn around." I smiled walking towards him.

He twisted his neck looking back into the laptop, "you're insane, Mrs. Martin."

Why Noah? Why? Stop driving me crazy already!

I brought out my laptop and began to type half of the material he had. After an hour or so, I could actually feel Noah getting sleepy. "You need something to eat?"

"No, I need to finish this." His eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Miael?" Mum called, "are you still up?"

"It's unlocked," I replied fixing my hair bun.

She entered the room carefully looking around. She checked the bed with her eyes first before raising her eyebrows at me, "What are you doing?"

"I'm helping Noah with an assignment," I pointed at the laptop screen, "why?"

"Weren't you sick just now?" She folded her arms against her chest, "shouldn't you two be sleeping?"

The rage in my head at that moment grew 10 times faster than I had expected. I turned to face Noah who was still engrossed in his laptop, thank God!

"You know what, I actually am sleepy," I said pushing her out of the room as she kept on eyeing me to get on the bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked furiously once we were out of Noah's sight.

She looked at me from bottom to top and returned to the bottom again glaring at the stole tied over my waist.

"You know, of all my beautiful, sexy and seductive body, you have only got these!" She pointed towards my legs as I pulled down the fake skirt a little more.

"Mum!" I growled.

She ripped it out in just a single go and plucked out my hair clip opening all my hair.

"Mum!" I yelled in a soft voice hiding my legs with my stupidly weird fingers.

She took a closer look and pulled out the top 2 buttons of my shirt. "Perfect."

"Are you insane?" I gasped trying to snatch back the stole which she intentionally threw down the stairs while holding the collar of my shirt with the other hand.

"Oops," she giggled, "I guess you'll have to walk in like this."

She pushed me back inside the room and locked the door from outside. I hid my face behind my palm trying to avoid the situation I had already gotten myself into.

I forcefully rotated the knob but it never opened. Finally, after calculating all the weird reasons to look like this I turned to face the disastrous situation my mother had pushed me into.

But to my surprise, it was really a beautiful situation. For the first time ever, it felt my mother had done something nice. There he was, the great Noah Martin, deep asleep, his half body lying on the couch while half leaning onto the table we had been working on. He really needed me to step out to fall asleep.

I quickly changed up into a pair of pyjamas and a loose T-shirt from my cupboard and rushed back to my room where I had left him. I put on a blanket over him and helped him lie on the couch. I had heard rumours of Noah Martin having a very light sleeping pattern, he could easily wake up just by the touch of a feather, but I guess they were all actually just rumours.

Dismissing the thoughts, I turned my focus on to his laptop. The mythical Noah Martin had awfully low typing speed. I helped him finish his part as well after doing mine. But what kept me occupied all the time were the thoughts of Noah and Chrizel. Who knew what was going to happen tomorrow? Who knew if my mind would unwillingly force to leave again, or if my heart would play tricks to stop me? Who knew if me staying here would mean something to Noah, or if me leaving this place would affect him?

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