Samira's POV

I sat in the couch cucconed under the duvet mindlessly scrolling through various TV channels . I had spent my entire day lying on the couch, and feeding myself to tubes of chocolate ice cream to achieve temporary relief from my period cramps.

These are the occasional few days when I break my diet to have my favourite ice cream which other days I cant relinquish to maintain my body. I guess this is an only advantage of being on periods except the fact that I feel like I would faint any time.

If Alisha had been here she would have lectured me about how unhealthy it is to have so much sweet while claiming her share on my ice cream. Talk about hypocrisy.

The screen of my mobile flash brightly in the dimly lit hall. I had already informed my manager to clear all my meetings and shoots for today, then which goddammit person is calling me now.

I groan while trying to take the phone that lay on the table at a distance of a hand from me but somehow I manage to fetch the phone without stumbling onto the floor .

At the sight of the caller ID I quickly jump on my feet, momentarily forgetting about the aching pain .

"Mystery Man ~ Zayn" the mobile phone read.

I cleared my throat, fixed my hair as if he was going to look at me. Oh GOD! Samira stop acting like a teenager obsessing over her crush, I mentally scold myself.

But what's the problem in simping over your crush when he is as handsome and caring like Zayn. Well I don't actually have a crush on him but I do find him different from the other men.

If anything he has been kind and gentle towards me from the first day no matter in how many embarrassing moments I have got him involved in just because of me. Not even once he has been angry or annoyed at me or blamed me even when he got involved in the scandal just due to me.

And even though my feelings for him are tangled into a web which even I do not have the courage to fix, one thing I know for sure is that I feel immense gratitude towards him for taking care of me even though he owed me nothing.

Maybe some part of me does not want to have an idea about my feelings because if I do then I would become the only one responsible for my broken heart because we both know the boundaries of our relationship and at what grounds we decided to get involved in this.

I pick up the phone and instead of greeting him I just sit there on mute, not being able to come up with what I should say as my mind whirlwind into a pools of possibilities of why he would have called me at such a late hour when we merely contacted each other except for work.

"Hello Samira, where are you ?" His voice which seemed to be rather frustated breaks me from my trance.

"Huh? I...I'm at my house." I fumbles on my words sensing his unusual angry demeanor.

"What do you mean at your house? I have been waiting at the restaurant for over an hour for our date." His voice was dripping with anger.

Hearing this my memory flashed and I remembered that we had to go on a date to one of his business parties. How can I be so forgetful? Now if I tell him that I am sick he would think I am throwing excuses. Why do I always embarras myself infront of him ?

Take a deep breathe Samira. I try to calm myself. He would surely understand that I are sick and forgot about the date.

"I'm so sorry Zayn, I totally forgot about it. Actually I was sick so I had told my manager to cancel all my meetings but I forgot to tell her about our date. But I can come now. Just give me some time." Saying which I get up from the sofa to quickly to get ready but his voice from the other side of the phone stops me.

"There's no need for it now." He says curtly and cuts the call, leaving me on a hold.

I get back on the sofa and sit there silently. My emotions being a rollerckaster. How could I forget about the date? He must have felt so humiliated infront of the other people just because of me. Why do I do this all the time? Why do I let down people, always ? Sice the beginning he has done so much for me but what did I give him in return ? Just humiliation.

I just there on the sofa silently, the noises from the television being distant, the room dimly lit, the only light coming from the night sky outside.

And before I realized tears were trickling down my face. I did not know the reason of why was I even crying but whatever the reason was it felt good my heart felt light atleast temporarily it did.

Just when the doorbell rang. I quickly got up to open it anticipating it to be my icecream delivery because I had first finished all the ice cream tubs at home in the mere span of one day.

But the sight of the person at the door made me momentarily question if I was dreaming or not.

It was Zayn standing infront of me at my door with a bouquet of lilies, my favourite.

How did he know? Dont overthink it Samira it must be a coincidence.

Even though I wanted to belief that it was a coincidence some part of my part felt and hoped that he brought these lilies because he remebered that I told him that lilies were my favourite.

My brain flooded with questions at the sight of him.

He slightly cleared his throat, his eyes in a different direction than mine, making me come out of my daydream.

"Why are you here?" I blurted out.

"You said you were sick, so I came to check on you." His voice was hesistant and his gaze was lingering on the floor.

"Why are you not looking at me? Are you angry at me?" I asked not being able to resist.

He slowly lifted his gaze, his hazel green eyes met my dark brown eyes and for a moment I felt strange sensation erupting through my body. What is happening to me ?

I quickly jerked off my thoughts when he finally replied to my question, breaking the silence which felt like an eternity, "No, I'm not angry at you. If I would have been then I would not have been standing here infront of your house at this hour."

I realized that Zayn was looking totally flushed, his neck have been turned a reddish hue, him being clearly not being able to hold my eyes.

Why is he behaving like this? When I drifted my eyes slowly to myself to check if there was something wrong with me .

I realized that I was standing in front of him in a pink satin night dress, a top which loosely clung to me with a short that reached till my thighs. And my hair loosely undone.

Blood rushed through my veins as I could feel my cheeks getting flushed out of embarrasment.

"Aren't you going to call me inside?" His lips curved into a faint smirk as he sensed my embarrasment.

I quickly turn around shutting my eyes, leading him to the sofa as I ran i side my room to change into other dress.

At this point I won't regret being buried six feet under the ground than tarnishing my self respect any more. But guess what? I have no self respect left any more infront of Zayn after this.

I come out of my room dressed to find him sitted on the sofa unaware of my presence.

I clear my throat to shift his attention towards me while I stand at the edge of the sofa, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my dress.

An awkward silence laced with tension lingering in the air between us.

"How are you now?" Zayn asks in a soft tone, his eyes slowly lifting to take a glance at me before he quickly adverts his gaze. But fails miserably as I catch him glancing at me.

"Fine but the cramps are still there. Leave that, tell me what will you take, I ordered icecream will you have it?"

I suddenly gained excitement while going towards the refrigerator to serve us some icecream, mentally jumping at the fact that this will be the first time we will be alone all by ourselves and have some moment which most probably won't be fake .

But I halted on my steps when he said, "No dont bring icecream."

He was now standing a feet from me.

I frowned on hearing him. Maybe he does not want to stay with me. I should not have made him uncomfortable.

"Oh! So what would take? Should I make some coffee?Or are you leaving?" I asked not being able to hide my disappointment.

"No..no that's not what I meant. " Zayn spoke quickly as if sensing my thoughts.

A hope rose in my heart .

I looked up at him with sparkling eyes.

He took small steps towards me mainting the eye contact, until he reached so close that I could feel the warmth radiating out of him and could get the faint scent of his cologne which somehow felt soothing.

He was still looking in my eyes. We had never been this close to each other before and neither had I so closely observed him.

The faint light from the lamp was reflected by his clean and sharp subtle . His features clean and polished. His eyes a deep shade of hazel green like the woods of the forest. A single strand of hair falling infront of his eyes but he did not blink not even once.

His gaze was intense yet soft at the soft time. It felt like he would know all the secrets buried inside my heart by trapping me in the spell of his gaze. I felt to push the hair so there is nothing could ing between us but I Shut off my impulsive thoughts.

I quickly broke the eye contact before I started feeling anything but maybe it was too late . My eyes were fixed on the floor.

He took a step back sensing the proximity of our breathes.

"Would you go somewhere, if I take you now?" Zayn asked.

"Where ?" I couldn't help by ask.

"Just answer my question." He ordered.

I meekly nodded in approval.

He gave a faint smile on my answer and quickly grabbed his car keys.

He opened the door," After you." He gestured for me to go first following me into the car.

I seated my self in the passenger seat. Excitement and curiosity sparking in me.

I quickly turn to Zayn as I can't help but ask, "Tell me where are we going,Zayn?" I almost pleaded.

I had already asked him this question in the lift but he does it off. If he does not answer it now my head woukd burst out by the thoughts it is coming up with.

"Patience, patience..Miamore." He said in a mocking tone while looking at me before bursting out into a chuckle.

I pouted seeing him making fun of me as I averted my attention to the view outside the car deciding to not talk any further with him.

The outside was calm and serene. The moon was glowing brightly in the sky which was adorned with tall, posh buildings.

I laid my head against the window letting the soft breeze from outside engulf me.

Suddenly time was feeling good. I had never seen Zayn like this. He was never rude or arrogant with me but also not every lively or fun with me.

But today it is feeling as if he is letting down and revealing just another side of him infront of me. A side which is making my admiration for him grow more.

Today was the second time he called me Miamore after our first meeting. I wouldn't complain but I feel very happy and delighted when he calls me that. It makes me feel special as if I matter. And I wouldn't mind him calling me that for the entire of my life.

Suddenly the car came to a halt . "We have reached." Zayn spoke with enthusiasm in his voice.

We got out to the car to find that it was a small but cute ice cream parlour away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"I used to come here as a child with my parents and now whenever I feel low I come here, mostly because of the memories and also it helps that no one recognizes me here." Zayn explains to me the reason to bring me here as if I am a child.

I couldn't help but smile on imagining little Zayn having ice cream.

"Why are you laughing?" Zayn asked looking at mewith amusement.

"Nothing just imagining little Zayn." I shrugged, pressing my lips into a thin smile.

He just nodded his head as if not being able to belief that I am telling the truth.

We took our icecream and sat infront of the sky under the night sky, the cool breeze kissing our cheeks.

We ate our ice cream in silence. But unlike the previous times when the silence was awkward this one was not. It was filled with tranquility and warmth. It was connecting us not distancing us.

As we sat there in silence I couldbt help but reflrct in the fact that even though Zayn had no relation to me he was doing so much for me.

Today I humiliated him even if he does not accept it but unlike others he did not vent his anger at me when it would have been justified for him to do so.

But instead he tried to understand my point and did his best to make me feel good.

As I lost myself in these thoughts I realized that I was looking at Zayn who was not aware of my gaze.

As I so closely looked at him I could nt help but ask myself, why are you so nice to me Zayn? What are you doing to my heart? Why do I feel like this so happy, so free, so full of love for myself when I am with you.

How can I ever tell you that you give me the respect, the love the warmth I have always longed for from my father, my parents who rather see me as a shameful.

How can I ever tell you that how grateful I feel to you, Zayn.

He shifts his head to find me already looking at him. But I do not turn my head but continue looking at him intently.

And as he looked at me with those eyes I couldn't help but ask him

"Why are you so nice to me Zayn?"

"Because you deserve to be treated nice Samira." He said in such a way that made me want to believe that it was the truth if when I knew that it was not.

"You are the first person who has said that to me Zayn." I say now looking down at my feet to hide my eyes in which tears were coming up.

"Then let me do all the things to make you belief that it is the truth." He scooted closer to me placing his hand next to mine as our fingers slightly brushed each other's.

I looked at him, a soft smile playing on my lips "You've done already done a lot Zayn. Thank you."

"Then you have to wait and see what else I do, Miamore." He said in a mischevious tone making me laugh.

"Sure." I say in a sarcastic tone.

I don't know what relation we have, what my feelings are for him but whatever it is I love it and want to cherish it for the entirety of my life.

Zayn's POV

I watched her leave as she got inside her house waving the final goodbye to me.

But instead of leaving I just sat there inside my car outside her house.

I looked up at the window of Samira's house to find the dimly yellowish hue of lights being turned on that lit the dining hall. Through the movement of the curtains I could trace her movements as she twirled around in joy.

At the sight of this I couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing her all happy and flustered like this did something to my heart. It felt like antidote to my mind it never knew it needed.

It felt good seeing her happy like this and it would make me feel more good if I know that it is because of me that she is happy.

I have no idea why I have been sitting outside her outside for over an hour. At first I decided to leave right after she got into her house but I do not understand what got into me that I kept on waiting.

When I saw her through the window it felt as if she was with me at the present moment which made it more irrestible to leave.

For a moment I felt that she would notice or feel my presence and come to me or stay a longer with me.

But my hopes remained hopes because by now she had gone to sleep as all the light were turned off.

I exhaled a sigh when my phone rang. I clenched my eyes shut at the sight of the caller ID.

I picked up the call waiting for the other person to say something even though I knew very well what the voice on the other of the call was going to say.

"Zayn why did you leave the party in the middle? Do you know how important it was for our deal? And why did Samira not come with you?"

I ran my hand through my hair out of exhaustion.

"I had some important work so I had told leave. And Samirra was sick so she was not able to make it to the party."

"Fine, there's no need to defend her."And why are you not home yet. You know right that we have an important meeting tomorrow right?" His dad voice rang with frustration .

"I came to meet Samira as she was sick. I am on my way back. "

"I am warning you Zayn dont get attached to that girl. Remember she is just a deal and nothing else." Saying which his father cut the call.

He did not feel good when his father called Samira "that girl" . He wanted to let him know that she was not some girl but Samira.

But then again the words of his father rang in his ears.

"She is just a deal and nothing else."

Theses words drawer him back into reality. It made him question his actions, why was he infront of Samira's house at this hour? Why did he leave his business party just to meet her?Why was he not able to be angry at her even when he wanted to? Why did he drive for three hours to come to see her?

Why when this was just an relationship sealed on paper and held no promises, no emotions.

He started the car's engine and drove forward, while his mind was still tangled into these questions whose answer even he did not seem to have.