Gossips erupted the moment Zain arrived at the school parking lot, with Sasha on the bike. He didn't give a fuck about what the students have to say, but there was a feeling in his mind at this moment, which was becoming a pain to him. Why does he feel like he wants to hold Sasha's hands and personally take her to her classroom? Why does he feel a sort of compulsion to protect the girl? "Wait, I'll get you down." Zain said, when he felt Sasha struggling with her snickers to touch the ground. He got down from the bike first, and then he grabbed Sasha's waist in an attempt to help her down, but their eyes met in the process and their breaths mingled. The look in Sasha's beautiful eyes brought Zain under hypnosis as he stood unmovable, just staring at the girl. "Um, please help me down." Sasha whispered as she took her eyes off Zain, glancing around to see some of the students staring at them and gossiping. Zain snapped out and proceeded to help her down from th

Back in the small quarantine room, Zain felt so bored of staying in there alone. He felt like he has been thrown into a cold prison. He was neither an internet geek nor a fan of social media to be able to enjoy pressing into his smartphone. Also, the thoughts of what that Doctor said about them staying longer in quarantine was quite infuriating. He couldn't imagine his life getting stuck with Samantha's daughter. He kept pacing to and fro in the room, his thoughts spiraling in different unspeakable directions — yet he couldn't stop himself from wondering what that Samantha's daughter might be doing in her other side of the room. It's been more than an hour, but he hasn't heard any noises coming from her direction. He was damn curious to know what the girl was doing. Zain walked to the glass barrier, pushed the door open and abruptly entered. Sasha was busy scribbling down something in a note book when Zain abruptly

Sasha felt her cheeks burning up and the little bubbly feeling in her stomach quickly became manifest. With Zain giving her such a passionate confession and a back hug, she was sure that passing out might be the next thing on the agenda list.   "Say something. I said I like you." Zain whispered, his voice low and husky and filled with intense emotions. He could feel his own heartbeat pounding against his chest.   "I like you." Sasha blurted out, silently. Though she didn't believe that those confessions came right out of her own lips. It was like they have a mind of their own.   Blushing as Zain twisted her around to face him, she tried so desperately to hide her silly tomato cheeks.   Raising up her eyes, she was met with Zain's intense gaze on her, making her nervous as she instinctively nibbled and chewed on her lips.   "They’re very beautiful, Sasha."