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The conference room was filled with the principal's authoritative voice as he discussed the upcoming exams with the professors. Everyone sat with serious expressions, nodding in agreement or taking notes-everyone except Zain.
He leaned back in his chair, phone resting casually in his palm, his sharp eyes fixed on the screen. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips, one that could make hearts skip a beat if anyone happened to look his way. But fortunately-or unfortunately-everyone else was too engrossed in the meeting to notice the mischief dancing in his eyes.
This morning, he had installed a small camera in his room, and now, he was watching something far more interesting than exam policies-Amal.
On the screen, she moved cautiously around his space, as if hesitant yet unable to stop herself. His wardrobe caught her attention, and within moments, she reached for one of his perfume bottles. Zain's smile deepened, his jaw tightening slightly as he observed her delicate fingers curling around the bottle.
She stared at it for a moment, muttering something under her breath-perhaps scolding herself for even touching it. But curiosity won. Slowly, she twisted the cap open, hesitated, then brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply.
Zain's grip on his phone tightened. His gaze darkened with amusement and something else-something even he didn't bother naming. The way her eyes fluttered shut for a second as if relishing the scent, the way her lips parted ever so slightly-he could watch her like this forever.
She placed the bottle back on the shelf, but then-after a moment's hesitation-picked it up again. This time, she dabbed a little on her wrist. Bringing it closer, she inhaled the scent, letting it linger on her skin.
Zain exhaled a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. So, she likes it...
But then-disaster struck.
As she took a step forward, her foot tangled with the carpet. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the perfume bottle slipped from her fingers. Time seemed to slow as it plummeted toward the floor, shattering into countless tiny pieces.
Amal's eyes widened in pure horror. Her hand flew to her mouth, shock evident in every inch of her body. Dropping to her knees, she hastily reached for the broken glass, her movements frantic yet careful, as if trying to undo what had already been done.
And that's when Zain-who had been watching in rapt amusement-couldn't hold it in any longer.
A low chuckle escaped his lips, which quickly turned into full-blown laughter. His deep, velvety laugh echoed through the conference room, breaking the tense atmosphere of the meeting. It was rich, unapologetic, and utterly distracting.
Heads turned. Every professor, including the principal, stared at him in confusion.
Zain barely registered them. His mind was still in his room, still watching Amal's panic-stricken face, still relishing the way she had secretly indulged in something of his.
