"Zaynaaaaaah, how are you," Zara pulled me in a bone-crushing hug as she spotted me and I fought for the oxygen.

" I'm fine," I let out a weak smile.

" You look pale and weak," she touched my cheeks.

" Naah I'm okay," I reassured her.

"You don't have to come at home, just take care, you need rest, " she intertwined her hands with mine and pressed her lips together.

"Naah Zaara, I'm really fine. I'll come with you,"

"Umm, you sure...?"

"Yeaaahh,"

*****

" I got a call from mama, she needs me, you can go and teach the boys, " Zara told me and I nodded my head. As the car stopped in front of the big mansion, I climbed off the car and waved at her.

I was feeling weak, my head was spinning. Why did even I insist to come here? I frowned at myself and moved my heavy steps inside.

"Zara, Can I use your computer,?" A familiar deep voice rang in my ears and I tilted my head. He was wearing a black shirt with blue denim jeans. His black hair seemed like a mess and his dark brown eyes were sparkling...as he saw me instead of Zara, he stopped and put a small glance at me. I averted my gaze quickly, I was feeling uncomfortable around him. My heart was racing God knows why. My throat and lips were dry, I swallowed the lumps formed in my throat.

"Umm, actually... Aunty had an emergency so she called Zara. I'm here to teach Hammad and Hamza," I tried to break the thick tension in the atmosphere.

" Ohh, okay," he let out a breath and passed me a formal smile.

I moved my steps away from him and started walking upstairs. I found it hard to maintain concentration as my head was spinning and my body wasn't cooperating with me either. Suddenly, my body lost its balance and boom.

Here we go again, sister!

I closed my eyes, so I was going to fall, maybe I was going to die.

Angel of death, I'm here... But wait I ain't even prepared for the akhirah!

Allah give me one more chance!

My body burnt when it came to contact with another body,

This can't be the angel of death, right??

Wait-

I tilted my head and my eyeballs popped out from the socket.

Wajahat... Noooo!

His strong arms were draped on my waist which was sending a tingling sensation to my whole body, my heart was hot... Hot ?? Yes, hot? Can he feel it too??

Soon the realization hit me and I flinched, "how dare you to touch me," I pushed him away without thinking twice.

He was a non-mehram, right??

The next moment my body, sorry "our body" flew in the air and we both started rolling on the downstairs.

What's happening? Please someone come to me and say I'm dreaming.

"Our body stopped at the last step with a loud thud, I let out a loud groan. My gaze met to his and I sniggered. He had a big red bump on his head.

"Are you dumb,?" He snarled and shot me a death glare. I became silent and started chewing my lips.

"Why were you touching me without my permission? Don't you know it's Haram to touch a non-mehram? Do you even know its punishment?" I rolled my eyes and he gave me a look like I had grown some ears on my head.

" Really?, Are you for real? You kidding me right?" He sighed and twitched his eyebrows.

" Naah, there is a Hadith of Prophet Muhammad PBUH that...."

" Bro, I wasn't touching you, you were falling from the stairs and I was just trying to save you but guess what? You tripped me too," he facepalmed himself and gave me an annoyed look.

" No one asked for your help," I blurted. Okay, it was mean but how could I accept my mistake.

"My bad that I tried to ..." He rolled his eyes and stood on his feet.

"Yeah, you should not..."

"I feel like a clown now," he gritted his teeth.

" You're also looking like a clown," I tried to suppress my laugh but his bump made his face way funnier. I let out a loud laugh, he shot me another death glare...if looks could kill anyone, I'd be dead that moment.

"What's wrong,?" Hamza and Hammad showed themselves and I glared at them. They were responsible for this incident. And how didn't they hear anything? I was almost dying. What if I'd be dead this moment.

"Miss Zaynah, Is everything okay,?" Hammad asked with his soft voice and I sighed.

" Bruhh, I tripped my feet together and fell,"

"You okayy,?" Hammad asked in a concerned voice whilst Hamza chuckled.

Why the heck he's laughing...

He was the same as his brother...Donkey

"Yeah, I'm okay... Can you guys move your stuff here? I can't climb all way long," I sighed and settled on a couch.

I gave them a few problems and started scrolling my phone. I didn't check my phone for a while.

There was a message.

Wait- from who??

My heart skipped a beat and some beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

It's fine! You needed help and I love helping others. Just take care.

Yeah, thanks a lot! In fact, I don't have words to thank...umm..can you give me the address? Can we meet?

Excuse Me??

Ohh...I just wanna return your money. I mean the hospital charges and all.

You can keep that money with yourself. Believe me, you need it more than me.

So are you tryna say that I can't afford medicines and all.

Wait no... it's just! I mean you can keep that money by considering me your friend :-)

A friend??

Okay, I'm sorry, if you mind it

Naah, it's fine. We can be friends.

Okay TTYL, bye

Bye...

I locked my phone, and a small smile was tugging on my lips. It was the first time when I talked to a guy. And it felt...

Take a deep breath Zaynah... it's wrong... it's soo wrong.

I pushed all the thoughts from my head and fixed my attention to the kids who were silently watching me.

"What.." I rolled my eyes.

"I guess, you're here to teach us," Hamza smirked, and a pang of guilt formed on my face.

"I'm sorry,"

"No, it's okay Miss Zaynah," Hammad smiled at me.

God, he was so cute!

I didn't know why but I had a soft corner in my heart for these kids even I liked that arrogant Hamza. They both were the cutest and bright kids.

"Wajahat" I came back to my senses when a strong feminine voice touched my ears. We all tilted our heads and my eyes widened.

It was Farwa...I mean yeah they were dating but I didn't know she also visits here.

She stopped as her eyes traveled at me. She glued her eyes on me for a few minutes then pulled away.

"Hi babies," she came and kissed the boys. Hammad flinched whereas Hamza rubbed his cheeks harshly.

"Where's Wajahat?" She asked eying me from head to toe. Bitch! Like you didn't see me before

"He's probably in his room," Hammad replied and she smiled at him.

" Okayy," she left but didn't forget to give me dirty looks.

"So you guys know her?" I asked the boys when she left.

"Yeah, she is our cousin," Hammad replied in a bored tone.

" A cousin?" I was in shock. Zara hid this from me too. She never told about Farwa. I mean wth! Okay, I understand about Wajahat but why she hid me about Farwa.

"Yeah she's our mother's brother's daughter," Hamza yawned and closed his books. I looked at the wristwatch. Their study time was over.

"Ohh, so she's not Zara's cousin,"

"Naah, actually... Wajahat Bhai's mum and my mama are real sisters and our fathers are real brothers," Hammad completed his sentence and stood up from the couch.

"Woww...! "