Ok, another update that is due for so long.
These reasons are not in chronological order like Zain's things.
The previous one was a week after their marriage,this one is when Aliya pursuaded Zain to go with her to buy chocolates.
If you dont remember, you can read that version again here.
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4076668&TPN=11
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#Reason2- He is damn cute!
I smirked as I climbed down the pipe to his room.
I knew he will come with me, although I had to resort to blackmailing him about disclosing the ending of a series I don't even watch!
He can be thick sometimes.
But then again, its 3 in the morning.
I jumped down and wiped my hands on my pj's.
They should really clean their pipes.
"You people should really clean your pipes" I whispered to him as he jumped down from his ground floor balcony.
Why did I not think of that?
"Oh yeah, cause they are frequently used for the coming and going for normal people."
Touche. Sarcastic Abdullah.
"Where is your scooty?" He asked.
"In the garage." I said.
He stared at me blankly.
"How do you propose we get to the drug store?"
"Huh" I said.
"Maybe I really did not think this through."
"Clearly." ah, that famous sarcasm makes a comeback.
"What now?" I asked.
"I am going back to sleep."
"Oh, no you are not."
"Yes I am."
I grabbed his hands and pulled against it.
Why was my hand feeling all tingly?
He looked at me incredulously and started walking to his house, dragging me along with him.
I pouted.
"Zain, please."
He froze. Like he had when I had kissed him earlier.
Why did I liked kissing him? And why did he freeze now?
"Ok." He said.
Did he suffer from multiple personality disorder?
"No, I don't."
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Yes. Yes you did." He looked amused.
That bas***d.
"Walk?"
I sighed.
He spared me a dirty look.
"Wait!" I exclaimed.
"Now what?"
"Ramu kaka ki cycle!"
"I am not pedalling."
"You are heavy!" I exclaimed.
"I am not fat."
"But you are heavier than me!"
He sighed again and looked at the sky as if complaining to Allah.
My eyes narrowed.
"Chalo" he grabbed my hand towards the shed.
That tingling feeling again. I looked curiously at our interwined hands, wondering why his touch made my heart go gaga.
He whistled.
I looked at him curiously and then in front of us.
Many might expect Ramu Kaka ki cycle to be like the one where the milkman delivers milk in the morning.
Old school.
Our Ramu Kaka is new school.
The cycle was firefox.
Zain checked the gears and whistled again.
"21" he muttered.
My eyes grew wide. The thing with these cycles is they have no backseat.
His hand left mine and carresed the foam cover of the seat.
Is it possible to feel jealous of a cycle? I wondered.
"21 gears firefox cycle and no lock." He said.
I looked at him unintrestingly but I thought he looked rather adorable with wide eyes filled with child like astonishment.
Those same eyes which he rolled at me.
"Where the hell am I supposed to sit?" I whispered.
"You stay here. I'll bring the chocolates."
"No. I will go."
"So waking me up was rather pointless, don't you think."
"I don't want to sit here alone!" I gave him my ultimate puppy eyes.
He hesitated.
See? I knew how to blackmail him. I should marry him.
I blushed at the sudden thought, chiding myself at thinking so stupidly.
He looked at me weirdly.
Maybe I am. Weird.
I grinned at him, showing all my 32 teeth.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm and seated me in front of him, on the bar before the seat.
The bar was very hard. My bum's gonna be sore, I thought.
"You are gonna be the death of me one day Aliya" he whispered to himself.
He called me by my name. Why does it sound extra special when he rolls my name of his tounge. And why the hell do I crave to meet him?
As we zoomed past the colony into the main lane, I was very much aware of his body pressed against mine, his lips on the back of my head, his arms around my body.
No Zain, I thought.
You are gonna be the death of me.
We reached the drug store where few overgrown men were lounging about in their bikes smoking.
I felt his arms around my waist.
My traitor heart started thumping again.
"You wait here, I'll bring the damned chocolates."
I was about to protest when I saw one of them men eyeing me.
My feminist side flew out the window.
"Okay" I said meekly. "Be fast."
He nodded.
He was not at all fast. He came 10 minutes later, looking all bothered.
"What?" I asked him.
He did not meet my eye.
I saw his cheeks get red in the flickering light of the street light.
I stared at him bewildered. Why in the world is he blushing?
He just shook his head and made me sit on the cycle and zoomed of again.
As we reached my place which was two houses away from his, he was still engrossed in his thoughts.
I jumped of the cycle and shook him.
He came out of his revive.
I looked at him questioningly.
He shooked his head again.
"Thanks." I whispered.
He nodded his head in acknowledgement, not meeting my eyes.
My brows furrowed. "Good night Abdullah."
He sighed and nodded again.
I was getting irate. Maybe I'll chop his head off.
I snickered.
"What?" He asked.
Atlast he speaks!
"Nothing." And I leant on my toes and kissed his cheek once again. He smelt of apple and sweat. Somehow that felt enticing and sexy to me.
And I whispered in his ear, fighting against my instincts to bite it-" I dont even watch sherlock you know?"
And I ran in. I could hear him groan.
I laughed silently.
As I entered my room, I opened the plastic cover and dumped all the contents on the bed.
And then I realised the reason for his shyness.
Beneath the chocolates, I pulled out the small plastic square packet.
Chocolate flavour it said.
My cheeks suddenly felt hot as I buried my head in my hands.
An estranged laugh left my lips.
And then the my laugh became hysterical.
"Oh god!" I laughed as tears escaped my eyes.
Taking deep breaths, I controlled my laugh only to burst out again when I looked at the packet of protection sitting on my flower quilt, looking innocent.
I flopped on my bed and muttered-
"Zain! You are too cute!"
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