"So are you coming with me?" We were leaving the class when Zara asked me.

"Umm naah," I didn't wanna see his face again.

" Zaynah, only three days left for submission, I don't wanna lose this competition, please come with me, " she pleaded and batted her eyelashes.

" I'll see," I tried to avoid her pleadings.

" Zaynah, please... Okay, I'll buy icecreams for you," she whined like a baby.

"Okayy but hey I want my favorite icecreams," I smiled cheekily.

" Yes ma'am, let's go, " she dragged me along with her.

*******

Luckily, I didn't see Wajahat, he wasn't home. Mrs. Mariya, their mom kissed my cheeks, she was the sweetest lady I had ever met. Still, her proximity made me nervous.

We rushed to Zara's room and started working. "Bro, I can't do anymore," Zara sighed and laid on the bed.

"Yeah we have been working for three hours," I yawned and laid beside her.

" Damn, we worked so long, I ain't gonna work today," she said and made a messy bun of her beautiful hair.

" But...how are we gonna complete...."

"Tomorrow is a holiday bruhh," she cut me off and picked her phone from the nightstand.

"Also, I'm hungry," Zara rubbed her belly and pouted. I was starving too man!

Zara was about to call her mom when we heard knocking on the door, I fixed my hijab and sat properly.

"Ma'am is calling you for dinner," their maid informed us and left the room.

Ughh, I didn't wanna eat with them, I mean I was nothing like them, I didn't have those rich class etiquettes and all.

"Come, why are you taking so long Zay," Zara narrowed her eyes and I unwillingly followed her.

It was the first time I was seeing their dining hall. Bruhh those people were rich asf, as my gaze landed on the table I swallowed my saliva. There were almost twenty dishes on the table.

Waste of food?? Or maybe rich people's things!

I was always given leftovers at my home so it was overwhelming for me.

"Zaynah, why are you standing dear, come and sit with us," Mrs. Mariya's sweetest voice rang in my ears and I nervously sat next to Zara. Soon we were accompanied by her husband and Hamza, Hammad.

My stomach was starving and I wanted to taste all the delicious-looking dishes present on the table. But also I didn't wanna make fun of myself. I put some biryani rice on my plate and started playing with spoons.

Damn...how I was supposed to use these useless forks and spoons, call me weird or whatever but the food tastes better with hands. Everyone was eating peacefully and here I was dying from an inferiority complex.

"Asslamalaikum everyone," I almost choked on my food as I heard that familiar voice. I lifted my head and my eyes met his mesmerizing eyes, he was looking so fresh and new, he probably came here just after taking shower as water was dripping from his wet hair. How will it feel to run my hands in that hair?..

Astaghfirullah Zaynah, have you lost your mind?

My inner self scolded me and I instantly averted my gaze. I hope no one noticed me and I didn't look like some creep though I was behaving like one. He sat just in front of me, he put a simple and short glance at me and put his all focus on his food.

"Zaynah dear, I see you ain't eating anything, don't be shy, feel it your home honey," Mrs. Mariya said with a slight concern.

" Naah aunty, I've not that much appetite, I'm full," I faked a smile.

Liar...

Fake bitch....

"Damn, you just took two spoons and you're full, noice," Hamza raised his brows," well try this dessert, this is my favorite," he passed me a small bowl of God knows which type of dessert. I took one spoon from it and God... its taste exploded in my mouth and I almost moaned. Mhmm... I just wanted to finish the whole bowl. Before I could take another spoon I was cut off by someone,

" Hamza, she clearly told you she didn't wanna eat then why are you forcing her, " it was Zara, I swear I wanted to smack her pretty face.

"Okay, sorry" Hamza mouthed an apology and took the bowl from me and my face fell.

After that stupid dinner, we were again in her room. We offered Salah together and started working again, my eyelids got heavy and I wanted to sleep but my stupid tummy was still starving.

"Bruhh, we will do the remaining work tomorrow, let's sleep," Zara outstretched her hands and yawned.

" Okay," I sighed, soon we heard a loud growl... It was...it was my stupid shameless tummy. Zara looked at me in the confusion.

"I saw you didn't eat properly,"

"Still, you didn't let me take another spoon of that dessert,"

" You could have sat it Zaynah, you're like a family for us and everyone like you then why,....."

" Idon'tknowhowtoeatlikeyou...." I said in a single breath.

" Huh, what did you just say?"

"Bruh, I'm a middle-class girl and I was just nervous," I lowered my head.

" You're such a weirdo Zaynah," she sighed.

"I'm sorry,"

" Now go and eat something or you'll end up vomiting" she pushed me from the bed.

I fell on the ground with a loud thud, I glared at her, "how I'm supposed to eat something at midnight?" I sighed and looked at the wall clock.

" Listen, everyone's sleeping. And no one is going to the kitchen at this time, and you know where the kitchen is so go and grab something for you and this is your punishment that I'm not accompanying you," she said in a single breath and draped the blanket over her.

I could sleep hungry cuz I've spent years like this but I knew Zara would kill me also that amazing taste was still dancing on my tongue. Better I should go, I put slippers on my small feet and covered my face with a dupatta.

Everyone was sleeping as there was complete silence, I stepped inside the kitchen and searched for food.

Damn... I didn't even eat biryani

I filled a plate with biryani and fried chicken, took a large bowl of that dessert, poured a glass of cold drink, and sat comfortably on the kitchen counter. I threw away those stupid spoons and dug my hand in the biryani.

I took a morsel of biryani with a sip of cold drink and then a spoon of the dessert.

Mhmmm...my mouth was exploding from the delicious taste, the first time in my life I was eating this type of food. I spotted the bowl of chocolate pie and dug a spoon in it. My eyes were closed and I was enjoying my moment without realizing that I was looking completely like a weird woman.

"Ahem, ahem" I was startled as I heard someone cleared throat. I opened my eyes and froze at my place.

WAJAHAT! YA ALLAH NOOOOOOO

The spoon fell from my hand and my mouth was opened. I was looking... bruhh I wanted to die at this moment, this was the most most most embarrassing moment of my life. Why him? Why always him?

Can you imagine I was sitting in this position at midnight in the kitchen with all these foods in front of my crush in his house? I didn't know how to react, I jumped from the counter and wiped my hands, and looked at him again. There was amusement in his voice and a smile was tugging on his lips. Smile????

"I thought I disturbed you, I just came here for the water, you can continue it," he tried to suppress his laugh and my face became red from embarrassment. Great Zaynah, now go and die.

I cursed myself and covered my face with my hands. Tears started rolling down my cheeks.

"Hey I didn't mean this, I'm sorry," he probably noticed my tears and embarrassment.

" Even I used to do this when I was younger and once my mom caught us, and she... " He stopped in the midway and sighed

She??? Us???

"Nevermind, you can continue," his tone became serious and he left the kitchen.

I didn't know what happened, I mean a second ago he was laughing at me and the next second... when he mentioned... "she" Who's "she" now? Farwa? Zara? It's none of my business bruhh. I shrugged my shoulders and came back to my food. What?? I had made enough fun of myself so now lemme finish this!

My cheeks flared and my stomach churned as I saw him standing in the kitchen again.

"I forgot the water bottle," he explained himself and smiled at me.

I nodded sheepishly and mentally cursed myself again.