Beauty Behind The Madness

Ch-3

The entire house quivered in resonance with thunderous music, casting a vibrant spectrum of lights that transformed it into a mesmerizing rainbow. Amidst the commotion, perspiring bodies collided as they moved to the pulsating beat, while the pool became a gathering place for youths, both male and female, clad in revealing swimwear.

Roger, perched casually on the sofa in front of Zayn, couldn't resist a taunt. "Oh, look who finally caught someone's attention," he jeered at Zayn.

Zayn retorted, "Shut it," as he broke away from the girl seated on his lap, her lips now tasting the saltiness of his skin. Licking and biting, tasting every inch on his neck as if she was hungry for a year.

With their parents absent on a month-long business venture to another city, the siblings found themselves in sole possession of the house. It was Roger who had concocted the plan for some much-needed excitement, driven by the mounting frustration of witnessing Zayn's overly affectionate antics with his cherished cat. Now, as Zayn redirected his attentions towards the girls he had been diligently courting in the hopes of securing a girlfriend, a sense of fulfillment washed over Roger. His sly satisfaction manifested as a knowing smirk, observing the unfolding narrative with a sense of intrigue.

As Zayn was engrossed in the company of the girls, his hands tenderly caressed one girl's cheek while the other wrapped around her slender waist. They were deeply immersed in each other's presence, and the taste of this newfound connection intoxicated him.
He had pursued her relentlessly for the past two months, and now that she was finally with him, he couldn't seem to get enough. Holding his long-time crush in his arms made him feel as if he were on cloud nine.

However, amidst this romantic fervor, Zayn remained oblivious to a small furball's determined journey. A kitten, eager for his attention, had embarked on a challenging mission. With its petite and chubby frame, the feat was akin to scaling Mount Everest,that was Zayn's leg. After a considerable struggle, the determined feline achieved its goal, reaching Zayn's lap in pursuit of the affection it sought.

sudden, irate meow pierced through the atmosphere, prompting both Zayn and the girl to part their lips in surprise. Their gazes converged upon the source of the disturbance: a tiny kitten had staked its claim on Zayn's lap. Despite its diminutive size, it had confidently nestled itself into the left half of Zayn's thigh, declaring the spot as its newfound home.

"Goodness, just look at this adorable little thing," the girl cooed in delight, her eyes sparkling with fascination as she reached out to claim the kitten. However, the small feline fiercely defended its perch, issuing a hiss and digging its tiny claws into Zayn's thigh, refusing to relinquish its newfound sanctuary. The sensation of those minuscule claws digging into his skin made Zayn wince, causing him to shift his focus from the girl to the curious creature.

Zayn couldn't help but be astonished at how the kitten had managed to navigate through the bustling crowd at the party. In its delicate size, it could have easily gone unnoticed, and the risk of someone inadvertently stepping on it weighed heavily on his mind.

The girl, still captivated by the kitten, exclaimed, "Oh my, he has the most beautiful eyes, Zayn! Where did you find it?"

Roger couldn't resist a sly remark and snickered, "Probably scavenging in a pile of garbage somewhere," rolling his eyes playfully. Zayn shot his brother a narrow-eyed look, clearly unamused by the comment.

Roger's question hung in the air, met with an eager nod from the girl. "You can have it," he stated, a hint of relief in his tone. "Zayn was just trying to find the right owner for this little thing, right, Zayn?" Roger continued, his inner satisfaction apparent at the prospect of ridding himself of the cat.