ANNA .انا

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Author pov

    Sidharth sat at on couch maintaining good amount of distance from Shehnaaz, his glasses perched on the end of his nose, as he began to explain the intricacies of Arabic script to her. Shehnaaz, however, was not paying attention to the lesson. She couldn't help but stare at Sidharth's handsome face, her eyes lingering on his sharp jawline and piercing brown eyes it's her favourite thing to do you can't blame her especially when man looks like work of fucking art

   As he wrote on the notes, she found herself getting distracted by the way his glasses slid down his nose, and the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. She felt a flutter in her chest, and her cheeks began to warm up

   Trying to play it cool, Shehnaaz leaned forward, her eyes locked on Sidharth's face. She reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against his arm as she "accidentally" touched pen he was holding

   Sidharth, however, did not seem to notice her subtle flirtation. Or he did but gave no attention to it. He simply raised an eyebrow and continued writing on the blank paper

"Next lesson, we'll be discussing the importance of diacritical marks," he said, his tone dry

    Shehnaaz felt a pang of disappointment. She had been hoping to get a rise out of him, maybe even a playful smile or a gentle teasing. But instead, he seemed completely oblivious to her attempts. He gave away no reaction and it's really hard to get one out of him. No matter what clothes she wear or what more make up she does he's never looking. She doesn't know what's in his mind and his face is impossible to read

   Undeterred, Shehnaaz tried again. She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're really good at this apne arabic medium mein phada hain?."

   Sidharth looked down at her, his expression unreadable, his eyes fell on her lips for milliseconds before he looked away did she see correct? . "Me and my siblings were homeschooled until college," he said flatly. "Now, let's move on to the next lesson."

    Shehnaaz felt a flush rise up her neck. She was starting to get frustrated. Why wasn't he responding to her? Didn't he know she was trying to flirt with him? He clearly can tell!  But as she looked up at Sidharth's face, she saw something there that gave her pause. It was a hint of amusement, a glimmer in his eye that suggested he was aware of her attempts, but choosing to ignore them she was right

   Shehnaaz felt a spark of curiosity ignite within her. What was going on behind those glasses? Was Sidharth just playing hard to get, or was there something more complex at play? She doesn't even know what kind of girls he likes to be like them. What he prefers. Does he likes afia? She gulped lifting her gaze to look at woman with her brother and they were working on her case. She kept glancing in their way are they together? Would she step away if they were together? She asked herself this question

   She let her thoughts aside and listen to him as the lesson continued, Shehnaaz found herself growing more and more fascinated by Sidharth's enigmatic nature. She couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath his stoic exterior, and whether she would ever be able to uncover the secrets behind those piercing brown eyes

  He paused at ringing of his phone. Glancing at number annoyed sigh left his mouth but he picked anyways should she confess already?