He smells different today. His perfume mixed with his sweat somehow smells good. His shoulder is broad and warm. I find nothing but comfort when I bury my face in his shoulder. For some reason, I don't feel shy anymore. In fact, I am glad that he was the one to rescue me before I stained my white Salwar-kameez.

. . .

We reached home before dinner. Sidra rushed inside as soon as the car came to halt in front of her house. Well, she hates public toilets so she had to hold in her pee till we got home. Zaymaan took out all the shopping bags from the car. I quickly pick up a few of the shopping bags to help him carry them inside.

"Zeenat put it down. I'll take them inside. You should go home and take rest".

"No, it's alright. Let me help you", I insist. He puts down the bags he was carrying and snatches away the bags I was carrying.

"Can you take my words seriously sometimes?", He says, almost annoyed.

And DUH, I got annoyed too. I mean not my fault. I didn't ask for these mood swings. I stomp and turn away to leave.

"Zeenat.."

"What !", I shriek at him.

He comes closer and takes off the shirt he was wearing above his t-shirt. I stare at him blankly. He ties the sleeves of the shirt after draping it around my waist.

"The security guards are here, so..", he whispers in my ears.

"Thank you", I say instantly.

. . .

I'm breathless. I stand in front of my mirror, my face flushed. My eardrums are about to burst with the sound of my heartbeat. I keep on rewinding the moment when he wrapped his hand around my waist to drape his shirt to cover my lower body, the moment he carried me on his back, the moment he took away the shopping bag from my hand...these are the moments I never had before, not even with Abid. All I remember is Abid getting pissed about me wearing white and not knowing when I'm about to get my periods like almost all girls to know. I've always been too busy to keep the count.

Why on earth are you comparing Zaymaan with Abid, Zee!!

At this thought, I bury my face in my pillow and kick the air violently.

Ouch, my tummy hurts.

. . .

Zaymaan knocks before entering my cabin.

"Angie is a bit busy so asked me to bring your coffee".

"Thanks. You can keep it here", I say as I draft my mail.

"Zee?".

I look up at him. He brought two cups.

"This one's coffee. And this one's brown sugar syrup. You will feel better".

I feel my lips curving upwards, "And who told you brown sugar syrup will make me feel better ?".

"Well, I searched it on the internet. You seemed to be in pain at the meeting".

I swear I felt my heart flutter yet I try to stay composed.

"That's nice of you Zay. Thank you", I say it sincerely.

. . .

Sidra: Girls since it's my engagement in three days, you all are staying at my place for the next three days.Also, my parents are going to Dhaka to check out the hall and arrangements for the engagement.

Masha: Aren't we supposed to sleep at your place before your wedding?

Sidra: Well... The engagement is before my wedding so technically I'm asking you guys to sleep at my place before my wedding.

Nazlee: In.

Zeenat: In.

. . .

"Hi", Zaymaan said, offering to carry my mini suitcase.

"hey", I say handing him the suitcase.

"I'm looking forward to next 2days and 3nights", he says smiling at me. For some reason, my heart flutters. Again.

. . .

After Saim and Zaymaan went to bed, we decided to watch a movie in the living room. Letting Sidra choose the movie was a reckless idea. She chose a blue film.
Masha and Nazlee were as excited as Sidra.

I felt like throwing up. I couldn't stand watching it any longer...I ran to the kitchen sink and threw up. The kitchen was closer to the living room. I didn't notice Zaymaan until I felt him tying my hair in a bun and pat my back as I threw up. He helped me wash my face. Then he gave me the water bottle he took out of the fridge.

I sat on the counter and drank the water.

"What the hell did they make you watch", he asked.

"Zeenat are you done throwing up? You're gonna miss the rest of it!", Nazlee yelled from the living room.

"I want to see what so interesting about this movie that they are enjoying and you are throwing up", Zaymaan said as he turned around to go to the living room.
I grab him by his tricep and pull him towards me. He turns at me.
"You can't go there", I say nervously. I'm still sitting on the counter and he is standing in front of the counter. Few centimeters away from my face.

"Why", he asks curiously, "Now I want to know badly".
He tries to run off to the living room. I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands around his shoulder.

"I will see it Zeeee", he says in a teasing tone.
He tries to free himself from my arms and legs but in vain. None of us would give in. Now he is not trying to free himself, he wrapped his hands around my waist and carried me towards the living room.

"Zaymaan what the heck!", I whisper.

"Well then unwrap your legs and arms", he whispered back.

"I can't let you go there", I say trying my best not to shout at him.

He doesn't go to the living room. He pushes me against the Fridge while my legs are still wrapped around his waist. I slowly unwrap my hands and legs realizing how awkward the position we are in right now. I get off from his body. We both stand there awkwardly. Silent.

"O.o. You can't stop me now!boooo!", he says, breaking the silence, showing his tongue. He runs to the living room.

"Zaymaan!", I yell and run after him. But it was too late.

. . .

I felt like a kid trying to cage the wind but he was the wind that was out of my reach.