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Chapter 4 | Zain

Zain

"It's the connection we can't explain"

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ZAIN smiled as he kissed Nikita, glad to be with her. They cuddled in her bed, warming each other in their body heat.

"I love you." Nikita says, with a bright smile on her face.

She couldn't be happier. Zain was the right man for her, he made her feel like she was the only thing in the world. When she had met him two years ago, she had no idea that they shy boy would eventually capture her every dream. She loved him, a lot.

"I love you too." Zain said as he nuzzled his face in her neck, breathing in her magnolia smell. Boy, did she smell so good!

"I don't ever want to leave you." Zain says as he tightens his grip on her waist, pulling her closer.

"Yet, you are leaving me alone here while you go to New York." she says as she turns to face him.

"I will be back before you know it, love. All I want you to do is trust and love me." he replies he leans in to kiss her, again.

Butterflies erupted in Nikita's stomach with his every touch and she couldn't wait to be his completely. She had the present prepared for his 18th birthday, which was next month. She had perfectly imagined about what they were going to do.

Zain's phone buzzed, rudely interrupting them. He got up, much to his dismay and upon seeing the caller ID he gulped. What did he want now?

He picked up the phone, terrified of what awaited for him.

"Papa?" he answered.

"Zain, where are you?" his father asked, his voice cold and demanding. It sent a chill down his spine, he wasn't scared of his father but he held a control over Zain.

"With a friend." he answered, not wanting his father to know about Nikita.

"Come home instantly." his father replies. He then ends the call, leaving Zain to guess what was happening.

He quickly gets up, putting on his shirt and pants which were thrown on the floor. It was Sunday and it looked like his leisure time had been cut short by his father. What was he even doing at home?

It wasn't like his father wasn't at home at all, but Zain always informed about it when he did. His stepmother made sure she knew when her husband was home so that she wouldn't be caught by him. In the mist of that, she surely informed him. Yet, he couldn't remember his stepmother telling him anything.

He grabs his phone, car keys and bags.

"Where are you going?" Nikita asks, confused by Zain's actions. He was supposed to leave tomorrow morning so why was he rushing now?

"Papa's home and he wants me. I need to go." he replies as he pecks her on her lips and rushes out to his car.

He waves her bye as he gets in the car, promising to call her soon.

As he drives to the mansion, he could only fear what was coming for him.

Zain enters the mansion, silence greeting him. He looked around for literally anyone but couldn't see a soul.

"Papa?" he says as he climbs up the stairs for his father's study.

He walks towards it, confused about what was happening. The silence was suffocating and his heart was beating furiously in his chest. He nervously walked towards his father's study, his legs protesting against the decision. In reality, he wanted nothing more to just run away.