ANNA .انا

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Author pov

"Shehnaaz where's your mask or scarf?"

Zain frown seeing her who was standing by pool table looking at everyone getting ready for leave for protest shit her eyes slightly widen when she realised that she forgot to bring any. Zain will kill her and by her expressions he understood causing him to let out groan at her absent mind

"I'm sorry jaldi mein thi mein subha." She apologised with pout. She actually remembered them and had kept them out. But when he was yelling from downstairs for her to get down quickly she forgot to grab them

"Tumhara dimag kharab hai kya? You forgot such a important thing." He groan turning around to ask if anyone has mask or something like scarf so she can cover her face. Did she do that on purpose? Thought roam his mind because they reminded her this again and again. If father gets to know she's has joined Azaad then his secret would also come out. He knows he shouldn't suspect her but he can't help himself. They have worked hard for this

She gave him apologetic looks as he looks real pissed when he wasn't able to find anything. He open his mouth to probably scold her when piece fabric was thrown in Zain's face.

Shemagh

A majority of the Arab men wear keffiyeh, also called shemagh. It is basically a traditional square cotton scarf which is placed on the head and secured with an igal. Different tribes, countries and even neighborhoods have their own traditional colors for the keffiyeh. This one was red. She doesn't know much about what colours who is suppose to wear but she has seen Saudi Arabia crown Prince wearing red shemagh all the time. She looked at him for second. Well it's not like normal people can't wear same red checked clothe

He locked eyes with her just for seconds before looking. Ah cold as always but no problem. Zain looked at his best friend with are you sure look? What it's just clothe. She snatched from Zain before he returns it to him. She didn't sniff it but fragrance of some strong manly perfume scent consumed her fully damn This even smells like him! She's not giving him back

Zain looked at her who was smiling and he ignored that before walking towards maham to help her with sign board. Meanwhile Shehnaaz was trying to figure out how to wrap it around her face

Her eyes filled with confusion and face held puzzle look as she tries to find ways to wear this clothe. She stood in front of mirror on hall's wall, staring at her reflection. She looked lost in thought. When scarf was snatched from her hands, she open her mouth to complain but words died in throat when her eyes fell on handsome man.

Without uttering a single word Sidharth began to gently wrap the shemagh around her face. As he did, their hands touched, and a spark of electricity ran through both of them. Shehnaaz felt a flutter in her chest, and she quickly looked away with blush trying to compose herself. Sidharth seemed to be unaffected, his eyes locked onto hers for a moment before he looked away is he still mad about yesterday??

The tension between them was palpable as they stood there, their bodies almost touching as he grew closer to do this job. Sidharth could feel the warmth of her skin radiating through the fabric of the scarf, he just remain unfazed with poker face. Giving away zero reaction

"Yeh apka hai?" She asked trying to make conversation even if it's lame started. He hummed adjusting the scarf slightly. Shehnaaz nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.