ANNA .انا

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-Tell me if it's wrong,
if it's right, i don't care
I can keep a secret, can you?

     Shehnaaz looked at him with sullen expressions because he asked her to follow him for their Arabic class. Is he for real did he feel nothing when he saw her with gabool or that she's ignoring him? She dressed up for him and still he seems unfazed. She wasn't interested in studying today so she was paying zero attention instead she was looking down at her nails

  He clenched his jaw when he lifted his eyes to find her not paying attention. He shoved notes on table with thud to gain her attention

"If you don't want to pay attention that's door." Rude but it's okay

"Sun toh rahi hoon zarori nahi dekhon bhi." She said leaning forward with face in her palms as she looks at him. At her action dupatta slid down her shoulder that was cover her chest. Not anymore "Ya you want me to keep looking at you...like this?"

"Apko pasnad hai jab mein apko dekhti hoon?" This girl

"I like many things and trust me you can't do all those things." His eyes flick on her chest for seconds before meeting her eyes

"For example?"

"You shutting up, can you do that habibi?" His voice came out deeper as he's trying to keep his thoughts and desires locked in. He leaned forward to grab notes again but halt when she pushed them away. He glance at her with narrowed eyes

"I can't." She admit fuck self respect

  Her eyes sparkling with mischief as she adjusted the duppata draped over her. The fabric rustled softly as she moved, drawing Sidharth's attention to the way it fell across her curves. He hates that she's doing this on purpose and it's working. But he's trying. Trying really hard not to be fazed by her harkaten

"So, you will get married to gabool if your father's government falls?" he asked, his voice even and calm, raised an eyebrow as he leaned back in his couch

"Shayad...you don't want me to get married?." Shehnaaz tilted her head slightly, her full lips jutting out in a mock pout. She let the duppata slip slightly, revealing a hint of cleavage. It takes everything in him to keep his gaze on her face. He grabbing arm of couch with clenched fist

"Shayad?" he repeated, his tone dry. "So it's possible huh."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," she said, Shehnaaz laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. her voice husky. Sidharth's eyes didn't linger this time, but he couldn't help but notice the way the fabric seemed to cling to her curves. He locked his dark eyes with her with warning in them

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" Shehnaaz leaned forward, her breasts straining against the fabric of her kameez. "Kuch horaha hai apko? Anything I should know," she asked, her voice dripping with seductiveness.

"Shehnaaz."

"Jee Sidharth?"

"Gabool isn't bad," she said. "He will be theek thak husband for me" Shehnaaz pouted again, this time more seriously as she pictures gabool as husband and cringed hard inside things you do for love