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Miss Tomboy And The Candy Castle

I found Nayal's posters in Dubai Mall!!!Can you believe how famous our boy has become? *wipe tears of joy*

Zeeniya

"Why is there a tracking device in your phone?"

Garett's words kept replaying in my head like a cassette tape stuck in a player. Something you don't like but still your mind keeps listening to it.

How can it be possible?

I winced as a wave of pain shot through my stitches on the stomach.

Allah!

Touching it I felt a certain wetness, lifting my shirt I saw a blotch of blood on the bandage.
Within a few seconds of pressing the nurse button a young, brunette nurse came dashing in. Something was familiar about her but I couldn't put a finger on it.

"I'll just....just clear it...clear it up. I'm so sorry, Ma'am I should've come....erm.. earlier." Her hands shivered as she opened the bandage but was unable to do so.

"I'm extremely sorry!" She exclaimed in horror.

"I'll.. just call...someone else." She fiddled with the bandage and her hands were vibration mode. Looking up I saw a wave of fear in her eyes and beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"I haven't.... I'm sorry...this doesn't happen to me usually. Its just...I'm so careful around everything but still Dr.Za.....Shite! Nothing! Just forget everything I said." She rambled quickly.

I raised an eyebrow at her, partially forgetting the thoughts I was having before.

"Dr.Zayed?"

"No no no! No way!" She shook her head forcefully.

I further arched my eyebrows at her. My mind scanning it's files to recognize her.

"It was... it was....DR. ZA....DR.ZAYLE!!!" She jumped back from me, a relief expression on her face.

"Honey...." I bent forward, making contact with her black eyes."My Dad has been working in this very hospital for the last 20 years."

Her face was priceless. She sniffled and her nose turned pink which I was sure wasn't that blusher thing.

"There is no Dr. Zayle in this hospital. So....either someone dropped him off the helicopter just now or....you could just tell me that it was my brother."

"Dr.Zayd Tahan." I added.

Silence swamped over the room, she stared at me for a few seconds and started smirking.

Is she crazy?

As she exited, I noticed a specific tatoo on the base her neck.

Light bulb!

"Jessica? Fudging chocolate brownie! Its you Jessica!"

"I was waiting for you to recognize me." She blushed under her glasses and approached me.

"How are you?"

"Super surprised!" Both of us laughed and started catching up on each others lives.

She was kind of the same timid, shy and reserved girl I left in this same hospital four years ago. Her brownish blond hair were now completely blond which were tied in a perfect bun. I first met Jessica when she was doing her internship at this hospital and I was recovering from the horrors of that night. She studied at the same Med College as Zayed and was one of the very few people who saw me crumbling down to the ground and then come back to life. And I would be forever in debt for the support she offered me.

"I'll get another nurse to work on your stitches. I can't work on you I don't know why." She said smiling at me.

"Because you think I'm weak?" I asked playing with the camera locket dangling on my neck.

The atmosphere of the room changed all of a sudden. Jessica knew what I was talking about and no matter how much I try not to talk about it, my words betray me.

"No! Not at all. I know you. I've seen you come out of abyss of depression, I, out of all people know how strong you are." Sitting beside me, her words softly penetrating inside me. Two little drops of tears came out of her eyes which were quickly cleaned.

"You still crushing on my brother?" I ask, breaking the ice in the room.

"Umm....I think I should go. Someone's calling me. I'll be back in a while." She stuttered in response. Blood flushed throughout her face resembling a a red apple. Well, that proved that she was still in love with my brother.

"Sure! Don't worry your secret is safe with me." I said crossing my heart.

"I know Zeen!" She murmured before existing the room.

~*~

Its so boring here without TV or my precious Xbox.

There's something else too you're missing!

Shut up brain!

I threw my phone in the depts of my duffle bag which my kind brothers have packed for me. It was kinda scary for me knowing that someone was keeping a watch one my phone activities. Well it was a relief that I didn't have anything to hide on it but still it was creepy. Allhamdulilah Garrett has removed the bug that was placed just beside the microchip of the IPhone. Something at the back of my head indicated that something was not right. With this accident, the flashbacks and the tracking device something is clearly going wrong.

"Is there a reasonable reason why you aren't picking your freaking phone!?!" A loud yell landed me back on Earth.

"Ye hospital hai! Tumharay baap ka ghar nhi hai! (This is a hospital! Not your father's house!)"I muttered under my breath.

"Wow! Just wow! Is this the way to talk to your elder brother? I really need to ask Zayd about the treatment you'are getting here."
Omar sat on the couch with a thud.

What crawled up in his pants!

"What's up with you?" I settled back on the bed forgetting my pain.

"I'm going back! Stupid job, stupid boss! Ugh!" He punched the arm rest of the chair.

He looked seriously like cow poop with his shoulder grown hair and dark circles he was looking more than his age.

"There's some thread; something stopping me from going back."

"Not just a thread, a colorful, bright and overly enthusiastic thread named Abiha Malik!" I announced with a chuckle.
I have grown some sort likeness towards Abiha from the time she was ushered out of the hospital. I guess the huge amount of candy floss, MnMs, skittles, sour punks and lollipops she sent me changed my mind. With that amount I could easily built a candy castle to live in.

No matter how she is, my brother chose her and as a good sister I realize that I have to respect her even though she can a huge pain in the arse at times. Or as Nayal put forward his theory that she was left on Earth by the aliens of planet Rainbow.

I saw my brother turning red and a small innocent smile formed his way to his lips.

"I can't be in love with her." Looking intently at me, he asked,"Can I?"

"Never experienced anything like that before. So...no idea!" I shot him a dirty look. Weren't brothers supposed to be all secretive over these things?

"So tell me why didn't you pick your phone?"

I so wasn't ready to tell him about it and I know he would definitely take it the wrong way and will over react on it. I needed to come up with a valid lie right now.

"It wasn't charged." I shrugged.

Great! Shabash Zeeniya! You learnt to lie in no time. Mum and Dad would be so...proud!

"By the way Mrs. Reynold dropped by. She left a basket of coconut macaroons for you. "

"And.....?" I raised an eyebrow at him expectantly.

"Adam along with Nayal and Dani finished them in a total of three minutes and twenty nine seconds."

"I'll burn them alive and then scatter their ashes in all the seven oceans!" I managed between gritted teeth.

"Do whatever you want to do with them. But be careful with the lover boy." His tone took me back for a second.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think? I don't see what's cooking between you two!" He snorted in response.

"Very funny Omar." I said gathering my hair in a high pony tail.

"I'm not joking Zeeniya." He stated taking out his phone.

For a moment I studied his face, deciphering if he was joking or not. But after I realized that he was actually serious about this.

First that guy at University who called me Nayal's girlfriend then Ad's neighbors and now my very own brother. I vaguely remember a few girls at Uni asking me if we really were 'a thing', only a glare was enough for them to back out. Nayal is nothing more than a friend to me. A guy whom I'm grouped up with for my project.

Just a friend.

But he saved you.

He gave you his blood.

Most of all.....he brought you biryani!

"There is nothing like that!" I snapped at him, blocking the thoughts circulating through my mind.

"Nothing like what?" An amused voice interrupted in between. It didn't take a lot of effort to recognize it.

Silently cursing Nayal for his amazing and accurate timing, I noticed Omar killing Nayal with his laser glare.

"I think I should leave.I have flight to catch." Omar stood up abruptly, picked up his coat and in a few second I heard the elevator ping indicated that he left without any goodbye. I wanted to tell him about my encounter with Jessica and the last night match between Barcelona and Manchester United but he was long gone.

It shouldn't be bothering me.
I'm not into feelings and emotions.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"Unless you want your dead body floating in the English Sea, I advise to you shut your mouth." Harshly, I wrapped a black hijab around my head not caring if it look nice or not. Grabbing the coffee Nayal just brought and funishing it in three long gulps. Nayal was watching me with one eye and the other was on his phone. After a few minutes I sat up on the bed and as soon as I put my right leg on the floor to stand up, I stumble and crashed on the bed. A wave of nausea hit me hard and my breathe became unstable.

Shit!

With the corner of my eyes I saw Nayal approaching me with concern painted on his face.

"Zeen? You alright?"

"Its Zeeniya for yo....." The only words that came out of my before the blanket of darkness took over me, taking me in it's comfort. The last thing that my registered was being captured in

*A/N I know I'm evil! Muahahaha*

Not one of my finest work :'(

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