Zeeshan had woken up late the next morning having slept late the previous day, along with the fact that he was exhausted. He took a quick shower and tried to race his way with getting dressed for work, when his mother interrupted. She advised for him to stay at home since he was to take the gang for shopping, and would waste time going back and forth. So, after a small argument with his mother- which he lost- Zeeshan was sat at the dining table, getting lectures from his mother. He watched as the people around him snickered and muffled their laughs, and gave some of them stink eyes.
His father even made a comment about how he could boss anyone but his mother, which got his father in trouble. Zeeshan was relieved and lucky to have been saved from what could have been a long scolding that would have stretched to taunting the whole day.
"Parvaiz, where's Ayesha?" He heard his grandmother ask Ayesha's brother.
"She's still asleep. I didn't have the heart to bother her." Parvaiz replied, a little overwhelmed with the attention he was receiving from the family.
Breakfast was not special like the ones Zeeshan enjoyed with his mother every morning. Instead of peace, he was surrounded by chatter and laughter. Instead of concentrating on his mother and her words alone, he was focused on the business talk that was spouting between the men. After breakfast, while everyone disappeared to their own chores, Zeeshan followed Parvaiz to the living room after getting his own laptop. Both of them worked in a comfortable silence, the tapping on the keyboards and occasional scribble on a notebook was the only noise heard.
Soon, the two of them were joined by none other than the woman raiding Zeeshan's every thought process. Ayesha. She was trying to lodge herself between her brother's arm and chest, and when Parvaiz asked what her intentions were, she only widened her eyes and pouted her sinful lips.
Luckily, it only made her look amusing rather than inviting (another relief in Zeeshan's case since he didn't want to be caught red-handed in admiration for Ayesha), which made Parvaiz and Zeeshan laugh in sync. Ayesha then turned her hypnotizing eyes in his direction. If Zeeshan thought her expression before was amusing, now she just looked plain comical. Her eyes were shouting at him, asking him an easily interpreted: "What are you doing here?!" To which, Zeeshan merely smirked at her.
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Ayesha stared at the illegally handsome man who just smirked at her. She knew it was not the fact that he just watched her make a fool of herself to make her brother, but the fact that he was looking at her like she was a Picasso Painting. He even shut down the lid of his laptop as his eyes twinkled like stars, with mischief to watch what she was going to do next. That was the moment she felt embarrassment engulf her being. Her cheeks heated up and she found herself slyly smiling at her lap.
Vaguely remembering her brother was probably watching her, she raised her gaze to him. She found Parvaiz looking back at her with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised. It seriously didn't help as she blushed further and looked all around the room (despite having seen it multiple times) except at the men occupying it. She was saved when Shabana, her aunt's daughter, came to summon her so they could begin cooking for lunch.
The attention was then shifted to Shabana as she blushed under Parvaiz's gaze, and Ayesha waited for Shabana to leave before she gave her brother a 'Really?' look. Parvaiz just shrugged his shoulders in response and returned to whatever it was he was working on.
"Bhai!!!" Ayesha pressed on.
She saw Zeeshan freeze at the sound of her voice from the corner of her eyes, but she ignored him.
"What Ayesha?" Her attention drifted to her brother.
"You can't just expect me to let go of the situation that took place in front of my eyes. Do you like her?" Ayesha probed with excitement lingering in her bones.
"Ayesha, what makes you think I will tell you something so private? Also, I think it's highly inappropriate for you to ask me such questions." Parvaiz lightly reprimanded.
Ayesha didn't give in. She continued to pick and prod at her brother until he got frustrated.
"Fine. You want to know what happened? Then why don't you begin first. Tell me what's going on between the two of you." Parvaiz asked, pointing at her and Zeeshan.
Ayesha and Zeeshan looked at each other, terrified for different reasons. Zeeshan worried about Ayesha's answer. Ayesha, however, didn't know what her brother meant. Did he mean that she was wrong to even connect with someone other than him? Was he mad that Ayesha had begun forgetting about their parents so fast? What exactly did he mean?
Which brought her to another question, did she have any sort of feelings for Zeeshan? If so, what sort? Were they romantic?
Bedazzled by her thoughts, Ayesha blushed before getting up from her place and rushing to the kitchen after mumbling, "Fine, if you won't tell me I'll ask Shabana personally."
She heard the faint protest from her brother as she hastened her steps towards the kitchen and ignored his cry. Once there, she took a breath to calm down before making her way into the room and gave an excuse for taking long for showing up. Which thankfully the kind hearted girls took without any questions.
Ayesha had an idea of her brother's attraction to the black haired beauty since he was pining over her for quite some time. Everytime her aunt would visit with her family when Ayesha's parents were alive, Parvaiz was seen at home more than usual despite being a wild teenager. He would help around and make excuses to roam around Shabana to a point where Ayesha's parents would tease him about it.
Finally getting a spot near Shabana at the counter, Ayesha slid in next to her and threw a glance at the other females around them to make sure they were preoccupied. Then, she began her conversation in the most serious voice she could muster.
"So, on a scale of one to ten, how hot do you find my brother?" Ayesha asked.
Shabana must have suffered a whiplash with how fast she turned to face Ayesha. At first, the expression on her face matched perfectly to horror. Then, it changed to thoughtful and settled on conniving. Ayesha stared at her in confusion when she didn't shy as she was hoping. Shabana's answer interpreted why she wasn't as fearful of having been caught.
"As hot as you find Zeeshan bhai (brother)."
Ayesha just stared wide-eyed.