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When Zahra got back to her kitchen once again feeling physically and emotionally spent, she was horrified to find the refrigerator switched off. God! She had been out since the last four hours, and she had no idea for how long she had left it that way. Man, the food must be smelling bad by now! "Sh*t!" she cursed. Her hand automatically flew to her mouth when she realized what she had just said. "God! Did I really say that?" she thought out loud. Her vocabulary was sure getting bigger. Note the sarcasm!
But the problem at hand was not the kind that could be rectified. The poor things inside were ruined and that was the end of it. If she had to eat anything tonight besides a single chapatti that was saved, she'd have to fix up something for herself real quick to go with that thing. She didn't have any kinds of fruit to eat either. Huh! So much for keeping oneself from starving. The idea of ordering some takeout did cross her mind, but she was tired of eating everything artificial.
Now there was only one thing left to do. Make some toast and eat that, which made her cringe inwardly. She didn't know why but she always thought of it as sick people's food. Maybe because she'd had nothing but that when she'd been advised bed rest after her accident. She was contemplating whether she should make herself some toast anyway, when the doorbell rang, again.
Now what?! Who was this crazy to call on her at 9 o'clock in the evening? She wasn't a very social person either to have sleepovers with friends, nor did she ever want anyone to invade her personal space. Avi and Laura were just about the only two persons whom she could tolerate living with.
This time, Zahra was extremely cautious not to let anyone inside without asking their identity first. She stood on her heels and stared across the door from the peephole to make out if it was someone she knew. And to say the least, she was surprised to see David standing outside the door, shuffling his feet and looking around him in uncertainty. Zahra had just bade him goodbye, leaving him outside her apartment building, when they had returned from the police station after getting Adel arrested. What was he doing here still? Or had he come again? She didn't want to open the door yet, so she asked who it was in a shy voice.
"I know you can see me from the peephole Ms. Fatimah. So just open the door please. I won't eat you up, you know," came back the reply. His tone was filled with amusement. "Oh...okay. Just wait a second." Zahra quickly pulled off the sheet from her bed in the next room and wrapped it around herself, trying to make up for not wearing abaya in front of him. Sure enough, when she opened the door, she saw David leaning against the door-frame.
His smile spread when he took in her appearance. "Is this your 'specially designed for household purposes robe' or something?" he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a smile. He perfectly well knew what she had wrapped around herself in a hurry. And to state the truth, he was very much disappointed with the addition of the bed sheet to her ensemble. He wanted to see her dainty little form once again but...good things don't happen too often, do they?
"I...um...uh...huh," Zahra began clumsily, trying to explain what crazy thought had made her wrap the sheet around herself, out of all things. But her eyes widened when she saw a very familiar notebook clutched in David's left hand. "Where did you get that?" she asked pointing a finger towards her notebook, her tone laced with surprise. "I'm pretty sure it's mine." David's grin grew even bigger as he held it up for her to take, and she quickly snatched it from his hands, holding it close to her heart.
"Actually, it is yours. You dropped it somewhere near the exit when you came out of the Tower today. You should be more careful with these things, you know. A girl's diary holds a lot of secrets, or so I've heard." "You didn't read it, did you?" Zahra asked, sending him a glare sideways as she spoke, casually flipping the pages of her diary to check if something was missing from it. "Of course not," David replied in a huff.
"You wouldn't even thank me once?" he asked after a while, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms across his chest. Zahra couldn't help but admire his muscles. 'Stupid brain!' she thought, disgusted with herself. This was the second time she'd had a dirty thought about the guy in front of her. "Uh...I guess I should. Thank you very much Mr. Walworth. It was very nice of you to return my notebook to me, which I didn't even know was missing from my bag...yet." "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Dave? Is it that hard?" David asked, letting out a frustrated groan. "I'm sorry but I am more comfortable with calling you by your surname," Zahra replied straightly, refusing to meet his eyes. "You're impossible!" he ejaculated.
An awkward silence fell between the two of them as they uneasily stood in the doorway. David waited for her to say something, or maybe invite him inside, but it looked as if it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. 'Maybe she has her reasons,' David thought, sadly. She had gone through a lot to trust anyone that easily. Zahra stood with her hands clasped onto the sheet to keep it in place, as she stared down at the ground. She was hoping that he would go away and leave her alone so that she could have her dinner in peace.
"Hey...um...can I ask you something?" David suddenly said to the girl. "Yeah...sure, go on." Zahra didn't know why she wasn't being indifferent towards him anymore. She was simply tired of preserving the 'don't care' attitude for him that pissed him off so much. Also it didn't feel right, when he had already selflessly helped her on countless occasions. Now, she had decided to just let him speak to her every once in a while, without letting him slide anything perverted in between his sentences. And if he did that, she would be off to her indifferent attitude once again!
"Why have you written all that I said to you in that meeting in your diary?" David's eyes were intently searching her face now. Zahra winced at the question, but kept her mouth shut. "You lied when you told me you didn't check my diary, right?" she asked, accusingly. "The part where you had quoted my exact words caught my attention," he told her softly. "Other than that, I swear I didn't read a word more." "If you really want to know, then it was to remind myself that there are some people out there who think I'm really bad, so that my ego wouldn't get in my way, ever."
"I didn't really mean it, Zahra," David replied in a pleading voice. The girl was so worked up with her emotions that she didn't even notice he had called her by her first name. "But you did say it in the most important meeting I've ever had the privilege to attend in all my life," she had begun to shout now. "You perfectly well knew there were people from the other organization sitting with us. Still, you didn't leave me alone. No one has humiliated me in public ever, like you did that day." Tears streamed down her face once she paused to take deep breaths. She had no idea why she couldn't just get over this thing, as she used to do with all the other bad memories associated with her life.
Suddenly, David had both of Zahra's hands in his in a gentle grip. She looked at him hesitantly but didn't pull away. "Look at me, Zahra," he ordered, and his heart did a flip when she timidly looked up with her light brown orbs. "I know I've been nothing but a badass to you, ever since you stepped in my office. So, I sincerely apologize to you once again. Please, forgive me for being such a brute to you. Let me tell you I've never tried to apologize for my mistakes ever, if that helps make things any better. Nothing has made me feel so much guilty than the thought of hurting you does." Upon hearing this, Zahra looked away and stared into space, thinking how she could tell him that he had already made up for his mistakes more than once.
"I have nothing against you anymore, Mr. Walworth. I think I forgave you long ago," she told him, taking her hands away from his and letting them fall on her sides in a schoolgirl fashion. "You've already helped me so many times that it more than covers up for all your mistakes." "Then, would you do me a favor?" David asked eagerly. "I don't know. It depends on what you ask of me," Zahra replied uncertainly.
"Just forget all our grudges and be my friend," David said, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, and expectantly held out his hand for her to take. Zahra was surprised to see this sudden change of behavior in him. But after a while, she sighed, as if giving up. "I don't shake hands Mr. Walworth but I'll think about being your friend. Right now, I can't say anything more, so please go away."
"Why? Wouldn't you let me inside then? I'm your superior after all!" David exclaimed, smiling slightly. Zahra's eyes widened and she almost looked panicked. She was afraid to let anybody in, let alone a man in. Besides, she had nothing to offer him at the moment except maybe a glass of water. She said hurriedly, "No!" "I mean, no...I can't. It is not appropriate to let in a stranger at this time of the night. Please just go now, Mr. Walworth. It's getting late." "Oh! So I am a stranger now, hunh? Alright, just say 'Dave go away' once, and I'll leave you alone," David replied smugly. "Just...once."
"Uh...um...Dave, please go away now." Zahra said, smacking her forehead in frustration. It wasn't like she hadn't said it before. But now, she felt awkward saying it to his face. And it was different because it seemed that David really liked to hear it from her lips. She felt a rush of embarrassment pass through her as the thought struck her, making her go red. She wanted to be anywhere but here at this moment, instead of feeling his gaze on her throughout the whole time.
At last, David smiled. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? So, I'll see you tomorrow Ms. Fatimah. Good night. And don't forget to lock your doors."
The moment Dave reached his house, a huge throng of reporters greeted him at the entrance. 'What could be the matter now?' he thought. 'Of course, they must be waiting to hound me about Ciara's death.' Nevertheless, David drove inside and got out of the car, took off his glasses, and prepared himself to meet the newsmen.
"Sir, please tell us how come your employees are being the target of such serious attacks. Is something going on?" one reporter asked, pushing the mic towards him. "How would you ensure that working at your Company wouldn't be a risk to one's life?" another one asked, pushing the first one behind him. "How do you feel now that your girlfriend's gone?" a man asked from the back. There were murmurs of agreement to the question from the whole group, but he decided to act as if he had heard nothing.
"I offer my condolences to Ms. Jackson's family. I would only say one thing. I am not the authority to answer such questions. And frankly, they seem completely absurd to me. I can say for sure that Ms. Jackson's death had nothing to do with working in our organization. It is very much pre-mature to believe that her death is related to her being an employee of our company, the investigation is still in its early stages, so I'd prefer to not answer any of your questions until the murderer is known to the public," David replied, confidently. But what came next knocked him out of his senses.
"Is it pure acting or are you truly not aware that your former girlfriend, Demetria Torres, has been arrested on the charges of assault and murder of Ciara Jackson?" the first reporter asked again, and David's mouth hung open in shock. "I...I was really not aware of the recent developments. I've been busy, so I didn't know. But, I can say no more. Other than that, if you want any more information, it would be appropriate to contact my spokesperson. I'm sure he'll answer all of your questions. Thank you very much." And before they could mob him with another set of questions, David ended the brief conference, and ran inside, shutting the door on the gossip-hungry faces of about a hundred journalists from several leading tabloids.
He had to know more about this! It must be there on the news. When they had reached him so soon, it should be out like wildfire. Throwing away his coat and loosening his tie in a hurry, David threw himself on the king-sized bed, and switched on the television. A sulky looking reporter with heavily dyed hair said into the camera, her voice almost monotonous and extremely shrill. "The mystery of the Highway Murder deepens. What was looking like an ordinary crime, has suddenly rocked the corporate world with the new and bizarre findings."
"Two days ago, a woman was found dead on NH15 with three bullet marks on her temple, her arms tied behind her back, and a number of cuts and bruises on her face and elsewhere. The police found out about the unfortunate incident only after a man who prefers to remain anonymous reported it to them. He had complained that his 5 year-old child had created a ruckus when he had witnessed the horrible sight."
"The body was quickly taken for autopsy and it was revealed that the unfortunate girl was none other than Ciara Jackson, the newly inducted P.A. to Mr. Patrick Williamson, the Regional Manager at the globally renowned bank, 'Walworth & Co.'!" "Yeah. Poor girl," David said, absentmindedly. He could still not imagine that Ciara was dead. "Neither Mr. Michael Walworth nor Mr. Williamson could be reached to comment upon the subject. As for his son, the young Mr. Walworth was contacted just a few minutes ago, but he too was vague upon the pressing issue that is making his Company infamous in the eyes of its customers and shareholders around the world."
"He also told the reporters that the death of the girl has absolutely no connection with her working in his Company, indicating that the other incidents were nothing but a few simple accidents." Those frickin' bas*ards! They do know how to manipulate words to make news. He shouldn't have said a thing in the first place, but he couldn't really avoid it altogether. The organization was getting defamed for no reason. He just had to put those fears to rest.
"In more recent developments which have given a new twist to the tale, Demetria Torres has been arrested on the charges of assault and murder of Ms. Jackson, when the police, being tipped-off by an unknown source, raided her apartment earlier today and found the gun that is allegedly believed to be the weapon with which the brutal murder was done." David smacked his hand on his forehead in disbelief, his eyes getting wider with every shocking bit of news. What was this, a nightmare?? The girl was horrible. He didn't even know how he could've made the mistake of dating her. "The case has become from one of no consequence to an extreme example of jealousy and the limits to which it could take a person to do such a ruthless crime."
"We'd wish to remind our viewers that it is the same 'Demetria Torres' who was caught for embezzlement of funds just a few months ago, but was released on bail only on the condition that she'd return every penny she owed to her former Company. Also, she happens to be the former girlfriend of the smoking hot CEO of 'Walworth & Co.' David Walworth, her former boss whose Company she managed to fraud fund under his very nose." 'Sh*tload of gossip,' David thought, scornfully.
He switched off the T.V and sat thinking what actually had bitten him to think that Demes was truly devoted to him. That scheming woman was far gone than he could even imagine. Each and every memory came crashing onto his mind, as he realized what a fool she had made of him. Girls got trapped in his snares, it wasn't usually the other way round. But, she was an exception. He hated it when his name was conjoined with hers in every single thing. It looked like he wasn't going to live it down for quite some time. The demanding, dictating, bloody crafty schemer, thief and a murderer! What a load of badges of honor she'd got!
Now that he thought about it, Demetria had always been a demanding witch. She never let him do anything on his own, and he, like a dumb-assed fool, was always wrapped around her little finger. Even on the eve of New Year, when he was enjoying himself with Zahra and her friend, she had to make him leave them and follow in her wake to some extravagant hotel, just to fulfill her fancies by burning his pockets. Not that he minded it, but what really hurt was that the sly woman only loved his money all along.
Just the memory of that night, led him to think of Zahra. Her innocently displayed happiness when she'd found those burgers amazingly delicious. She never cared for his money. If she had, she'd have become his girlfriend by now, with the amount of attention he was paying to her. But Zahra and cunning just didn't match.
He wouldn't let that bi*ch Demetria, harm her, ever! She had come to mean a lot to him and he couldn't afford to lose her. No, he wouldn't let her come near Zahra, even if it meant that he had to let go of his wealth to become her protector.
David lay sprawled on his bed, thinking about the girl who possessed his heart in such a mighty grip. And she was so innocently ignorant that his mind waged a war with his heart every single day, just to keep it sane and not do anything crazy. He could remember every single time he had seen her. But today, she was different. She didn't try to keep herself away from him. She even gave him her hands without protest, when in other days she couldn't even bear to stand close to him.
But the best part was when she had gone red while saying his name. No, it hadn't gone unnoticed by his eyes. It seemed like she had lost with herself. She couldn't stay indifferent towards him anymore, and the mere realization of that made him smile. David decided that now that she'd agreed to be his friend, well...she hadn't said no either, he'd try to spend as much time with her as he could spare.
He closed his eyes, trying to go to sleep, and her beautiful large eyes became visible to him, as they looked at him timidly, sometimes trusting and mostly terrified. What was she doing to him? He forgot to even eat or sleep whenever she was in his thoughts. He forgot who he was.
The man who had no patience with anyone, and fired people just because they came a minute late in his meetings was not himself anymore. He was the 'short-fused CEO', and here he was, going mushy over a simple girl, who tried to attract his attentions the least of them all, or better yet...never tried to make him look at her. This was the girl who had no interest in him, which was a wonder, a first from a girl who had actually met him personally.
And thinking of ways to make her fall for him, David finally fell himself, both in love, and to sleep!
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Zahra was walking like her usual self to the 'Walworth Tower' after getting out of the cab some way away from her destination, when she saw a familiar car zoom past her towards the parking area. She believed it was good for health and far less expensive to travel a part of her ride on foot. She had realized it saved her a lot of money in the long run, so she had made it her habit to walk some good distance to her Office every day.
She was just beginning to curse the man for giving her such a mighty scare, when the driver came back with the car, and slowed down beside her. "Good Morning Ms. Fatimah, do you walk everyday while going to the Tower?" David asked, rolling down the pane of the window on his side of the car. Zahra was surprised to see him talk to her like that, and slow down his car, attracting the crowd's attention. "You're making things too obvious to the crowd, Mr. Walworth. It will be troublesome for you, and for me also. So, it would be better if you go on, and not slow down to talk to me."
"Oh, damn the crowd and just hop inside. I'm giving you a ride today. And no arguments." "Please, don't make this difficult for me, Dave. Just let me be on my own," Zahra replied, her eyes beseeching him to ride on. What David hadn't thought coming, was that she had said his name, without him imploring her to do so. He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue so easily. But, she was merely trying to distract him from the real issue here!
"What did I say about the arguments, hunh? Just get in, alright. I'm opening the lock for you, so make it quick." And slowly, reluctantly, Zahra pulled open the car door, and gingerly sat beside him on the passenger seat, instantly regretting her decision. Their close proximity irked her so much that she was almost stuck to the car door, ready to get out the moment they pulled up at the Parking Area of the Walworth Tower. David sensed that she was very uncomfortable, so he tried to break the awkward silence between them by making small talk and increased the speed of the car. "Look, back there, it seemed like I was kidnapping you or something. So, I'm sorry about that."
"But, I think what you don't realize is that there is a reason for everything I do. There was a reason behind this too. You were being followed." "What?!" Zahra managed to ask, her tone incredulous. "Yeah," David replied, briefly looking at her to see her reaction, before turning his eyes on the road ahead. "H...how do you know that somebody was following me?"
"Because he looked creepy with his coat turned up in such a scorching heat. And he was walking behind you as if his life depended upon it," David replied, with a 'duh' look on his face. Zahra looked at him disbelievingly but decided not to say anything. Her face was stuck to the window pane, as she kept looking outside at the busy street rapidly filling up with people going to their respective workplaces.
"It was the same way that that guy was following you yesterday. What was his name...Adel," David said with a frown. His knuckles turned white with fury just at the thought of that man. "I saw him following you earlier when I came out to return your diary. But then, I thought it would be better if I give it to you at your apartment. He too was following you closely, copying every move you made."
"He's the creepiest person I've ever seen in my life," Zahra replied thoughtfully. "I know, but you should be careful in future. I don't think it was him today, for the simple fact that he's currently in police custody."
"So, did you think about my offer of friendship?" David asked uncertainly, fearing of getting a negative answer from her. "Well...yes, I kind of did," Zahra hesitated. "What decision did you come up with, then?" "I think I could give you a chance." Upon hearing this, his shoulders sagged in relief. "But, that doesn't mean we'd be like the best of friends in history, alright. I want it to be totally formal. And, no crossing the line!" David gave her a look and sported his heart-stopping smile.
"This calls for celebration, then." "What! No, it doesn't," Zahra replied, shocked. "Yes, it does. Just for once, Ms. Fatimah, please. I promise I'll follow all of your rules, and keep this thing strictly formal between us after that." "Fine...but this won't happen again. I don't want to be seen as one of your never ending series of flings, alright." "You think I'm that bad?" David asked her innocently. "I think you are worse than that."
"Ouch. That hurt!" David replied, having a wounded look in his eyes.
He pulled the car into the parking lot, and killed off the engines as he reached the Private Parking Area. Without another word, Zahra unbuckled her seatbelts and got out, hurriedly making her way towards the exit. "Wait," he called after her, and she stopped hesitantly, clutching her bag in a tight grip. David walked towards her, and looked at her as if she would vanish into thin air any minute now. "If you really consider me a friend, meet me in the Office Cafeteria at 12." Zahra nodded silently, and walked away from him.
"She is a puzzle I can't solve, for the life of me," David wondered aloud and sighed, sauntering towards his Office with slow springy steps.
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When David reached the Cafeteria, he saw Zahra sitting in the corner with one of her friends. He had seen her before. Yes, it was Ms. Jennifer Riley, the girl who had caught Demetria red-handed. He held no bitterness towards her now. She had done a good job.
David waved frantically to get their attention. He didn't want to go in, or everyone would begin to gape at him in wonderment. And it would be awkward for Zahra. Waving like mad wasn't really a good idea, but it would have to do. After some moments, Jennifer looked up and saw him waving. Heaving a sigh of relief, he pointed towards her friend.
"Umm...Zahra, Mr. Walworth is calling you outside. Is something the matter? Do you want me to come with you?" Jennifer asked apprehensively. "Oh, no it's fine. He must be wanting to talk about the new project coming up in a few months," Zahra replied, making up some excuse to go by his behavior. "Really?! Nobody told me we had a new project coming up." "It's not finalized yet. So we are keeping mum about it. Got to go. See you soon, Jenny." And bidding her goodbyes, Zahra ran towards the door before her friend could peel her through to get to the real matter she was hiding from her.
"You took quite a time getting out of there," David told her, trying to trick her into believing he was angry. "Sorry. But you told me to meet you at the Cafeteria, so I assumed you'd come inside." They were walking towards the exit, and Zahra wondered what actually was going on in his mind. "Yeah. But I changed my mind. I figured you'll feel awkward there. So, I'm taking you somewhere else."
"What?! I...can't go out with you. This is crazy, alright. We could eat at the Café itself, but I can't go with you," Zahra replied, her feet refusing to move any further. "You agreed to be my friend, didn't you?" "Yes, but..." "Then just get into the car, I'm not gonna kill you, for heaven's sake!" Sighing in defeat, Zahra got into the car when David opened the passenger door for her, and got behind the wheel himself.
After about a gap of ten minutes or so, they stopped in the driveway of a fancy hotel, the kind about which Zahra had only read in books. 'Hotel Le Broglie', the sign on the top said. "You really didn't need to do this," Zahra told him suddenly, breaking the long-drawn silence between them. "Trust me...you'll love it." David got out of the car, and the man guarding the entrance opened the door for Zahra to get out. "Welcome to Hotel Le Broglie," the man said smilingly, and the pair of them went inside.
Zahra felt extremely nervous and out of place in this palace like hotel. Almost every girl or woman in the huge hall was wearing sparkling strings of pearls around her neck and a showy dress. She was sure, all of them were giving her disgusted looks behind her back. But nobody dared to say a thing, since she was sitting with 'David Walworth', and he held a lot of influence over the elite class of Clydesville.
"So, what would you like to have?" David asked, leaning towards her. "Anything that's vegetarian, and doesn't have whisky as one of its ingredients." David seemed surprised with Zahra's answer. "So, you are a vegan, hunh. But, what made you say whisky as one of its ingredients? I mean, whisky is usually used in desserts, and it isn't going to make you feel drunk or anything of the kind, if you're worried about that." "I'm not a vegan, but pork and any kind of wine, either taken directly or indirectly, is prohibited in my religion," Zahra replied, in order to explain herself. "Oh, then I think I should choose for you, just to be on the safe side, if that's okay with you." David looked at her to get her approval, and she nodded in acquiescence.
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"So, about the thing I was saying to you in the car earlier today," David said in a conversational tone. "Do you think there is a reason for you getting followed, in particular? Any old enmity?" Zahra tried to grasp what he was actually referring to, as she had totally forgotten about what he had told her in the morning. "Oh, that! I don't think so. You must have imagined it all, I think. Jamals are the only ones who hate us, and the feeling is mutual."
"I don't think I imagined it, Zahra! If...I can call you that," David said embarrassedly, and then went on when the girl nodded, as if giving him permission. "Besides that, I think you need to move out from your apartment, since that guy knows where you live now." The girl looked up in surprise at his suggestion. "I'm serious. It won't take him more than a few days to get out of that place, since his father is quite rich, according to what you told me that day. And I'm sure he wouldn't take long in coming after you, again."
"How can I just move out at such short notice? It's not like somebody is standing out there looking for me with an 'Apartment for Sale' sign hung on his neck, okay! Besides, I don't have that kind of money with me at the moment. I can't afford to change places," Zahra replied, exasperated at such an absurd suggestion. "What if I am that guy?" "What??" "What if, I am the guy who is looking for you with an 'Apartment for Sale' sign hung on his neck? But, it's not for sale for you. You can have it for free," David told her, his eyes shining brightly.
"Don't be idiotic! I am not your charity case that you'll give it to me for free." David's mouth hung open in shock. Nobody had talked to him like that, ever before. Here he was being sincere with her, and she thought he believed her to be his charity case! "I didn't mean that at all!" David explained. "You don't have to take it for free if it hurts your ego so much. If you wanna buy it, I would be more than glad to sell. But you yourself told me you don't have that kind of money."
"What if I give you rent?" "What?!" It was David's turn to look stunned. "I could pay you rent, you know," Zahra repeated her offer. "Are you crazy?! I can't take rent from you. That would be absurd." "It's the only way I can agree to this deal." She had a finality in her tone. "Look, I don't want this to become an unnecessary additional income for my family, so don't be absurd, alright. I am a Walworth, and I don't need your money."
"Just tell me how much I'll need to pay, okay, and I'll move in soon." And saying thus, Zahra picked up her bag and got up to leave. "Hey, don't leave like that. Fine, I will let you have the apartment on rent, but if it burns your pocket, don't blame me." David held her by her arm. She unwrapped his fingers from where they were attached to her arm, and sat down once again.
"Absolutely fine. I think the deal's sealed then. So, when are you taking me to show the apartment?" Zahra asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement, leaving David gaping at her. The girl had just agreed to go on another trip with him. It was a win-win situation for him in more ways than one!
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I am so glad to post the next chapter :) Its just a refreshing chapter, very much like teenagers like me write... So there's not much chasing or running in it. Hope you guys love it!!
I desperately need a cover for my story, so here's a link to Zahra's pic, i want the cover to be made on this pic.
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If anybody wants to make one for me, do PM me the link when you're done. I would choose the cover I like best, so I'll use just one. But I'll post all the other covers in the media section of my subsequent chapters. Other than that, I'm glad that 'TGIB' has reached 5K+ reads!!!!
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Thank you soo much, my dear readers (: Enjoy!