Daneen.. Her LOVE Story

It was time to tell her the truth... the half truth I guess..

Assalam-u-Alekum..

Another update just in two hours. Can you believe it..

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Zaky's P.O.V

I opened my eyes when I felt something moving. She was stirring in her sleep again.

And why did I feel her movement because I was completely glued to her and was spooning her. It felt so damn good but I had better move before she wakes up. What would she think of me. First I changed her dress and now this.

Zaky you have lost it man. Completely lost it.

I slowly move my hand from her neck. And felt her waking up.

Ohh man..

"What were you doing." She jerked up.

"Nothing. You didn't leave my hand all night. I'm sure going to have a bruise now." That did the trick. Embarrassed, Her face fell off .

"What am I wearing?" She noticed the shirt.

"It's my shirt." Why doesn't she remember anything.

"Yes, I can see that.. but why.. Ohh I remember, Beenish... that party.. that drink."

"Don't think about that now." I was happy and didn't want that topic to destroy my good mood.

But she had other plans, as usual, "I didn't listen to you. First, I insisted to go and then that stupid boy came and then her stupid game. Why did I do that. I have made a joke of myself. Whyyy. I wanted to show her that I can be good enough for you. And see what I did. She must be enjoying her win."

"Shh Daneen, listen to me."

"I played that game to prove you that I can have fun. I went to the party to show you that I'm lively. I'm not some charity case and needy bitch as they were calling me all night."

"What did they call you?"

"I wanted to be confident, bold and funny. I wanted to..."

And that was it. I put my hand on her mouth to shut her up.

"Shut up, just shut up." She narrowed her eyes.

Her dark brown magically eyes were distracting me but it was no time for distractions.

"I'm going to tell you something. But promise me you will listen before you judge." I said and removed my hand.

"Get ready, we are going out for breakfast." Empty stomachs are not good for heavy talks.

"But you were telling me something."

"Later, first, I want you to eat something. I'm going to inform mom. Be ready in 5."

I went down to tell mom that we were going.

I came back to our room. Daneen was in the shower. I changed into a jeans and black shirt. I was nervous. I was afraid of her reaction.

She came out wearing her Pakistani dress with her dupatta. I never told her but I liked this dress. It was so modest and proper for girls. She always covers herself properly no matter what she wears and I like it. I don't know why girls are comfortable showing half of their bodies to strangers and call it freedom.

"Are you ready?" I asked her when I saw her applying her lipgloss.

"Yes." She said. She was confused. Was my behavior too obvious.