Entangled Love ✓

Chapter 41

Zara's POV

"You are still up?"

Discovering him in front of me leaves me speechless. Due to whom I flee from the room is standing here: gazing at me with an ambiguous expression. Should I just head back without sparing a second glance at him? But at this moment, the only place I can go is that room which once belonged to him; where I can still inhale his cologne despite he no longer uses that room. What is seriously going on with me these days?

"I am unable to sleep. What about you?" I ask him back.

"Same here. It's also past my sleeping time, " he replies and turns back to face the handrail.

Does he have a sleeping time for himself? It's so funny that someone like him can be this punctual even for his sleep too.

"Why you are still standing there? Come here."

I come out of my thought when he calls me. He is already looking at me with his hands still positioned on the railing. Is he asking me to join him? I hesitate before walking towards him. The weather is pleasant; not that chilly or not that hot. The slow invigorating breeze colloid against my face prompting my hair to sway around as soon as I reach in the front of the railing. The white luster of the small bulbs on the superior wall is letting me enough to see his handsome face, yet his swollen eyes don't get unnoticed by me.

"I can't believe you would have a sleeping schedule for yourself, " I let out a laugh.

He looks at me with a dubious look as he doesn't get what I mean. After a while, he shrugs his eyebrows in amusement and chuckles. His eyes get narrowed when he smiles. This is the first time, I have noticed this trait of him. Unknowingly, I smile seeing his glistening eyes.

"I am an early person since my childhood. It has become my habit now, " he answers.

"Because of your mother?"

The smile on his face fades away all of a sudden. It's like he doesn't like what I have just said.

"How do you know this?"

"I don't know this but this kind of advice is always given by our parents. Don't you think?" I clutch the railing in both hands.

"For me, it's just my mother," he mumbles.

Despite the keen desire to ask him about this vague answer of him, I let it slide away as he may not answer me. He has always been averting the issue about his parents; especially his father.

"Do you want to have coffee?" He asks.

"At this time?" I ask back with strangeness. I am already not able to sleep and drinking coffee means no sleep for a good amount of time.

"What's wrong with this? It's already four. After a while, it will be morning, " he explains.

He is right. I look up at the sky. The sun is just around to come out as the medallion faded orange radiance is adorning the still-dark sky.

   

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I contently stare at Armaan who is diligently stirring the chocolate in the coffee. I fold my arms on my chest as I procure support with the shelve in the kitchen. A smile crosses my lips looking at the way his hands are moving like a professional. I mouth a thank you when I take the cup from his hand.

I smoothly brush the sides of the mouth of the cup as my eyes linger on the creamy coffee. The aroma which is transpiring out of the coffee is enough for me to make a guess about the rich flavor of this coffee. I sip the coffee and higher than my expectation- it's so relishing and tasty.