Matters of The Heart

Chapter 21 | Whisper

After all the unpacking section were we received mostly cups and dinner sets and dress, I let out a tired groan as I let my back on the mattress.

"Thankyou" I hear Ziyan thanking the old lady who helped us clean the room were so many wrappers were thrown.

Its almost evening now, god we wasted so many hours by just unpacking and praising the gifts.

Let's not forget how Naim got upset seeing so many gift, well he did not get upset because he did not receive any but because he did not gift me one. He is the cutest I know, whereas my brother sneaked one beautiful painting which I glared at him to not dare ask about my gifts but the husband beside me gave me a glare instead and asked him to take the beautiful painting with him.

The smirk my brother threw at me discreetly didn't go unnoticed by me, the sole reason why I hate siblings is this.

He should learn something from Naim.

"Oh god I feel like someone is drumming my back" I groan as I roll my body to release the tension my back is feeling.

I take a peak at Ziyan who is grabbing some frames which were gifted and walks towards the closet to probably keep them their.

I spread my arms feeling so tired when all I did was awing the gifts while Ziyan and fuzail did all the work.

"Ziyan when will I get your room?" I question the question which is bugging me since morning.

"Probably by tomorrow" he gives me some good news and I hum in response but see him taking a seat on the bed as he rests his back on the headboard and starts using his phone.

I admire the beautiful bracelet he gifted me which has already stolen my heart and now I am thinking why the hell didn't I buy anything for him.

How is this even fair? When I was so mad about him not gifting me then he also has some rights to atleast expect something from me right? I am being such a hypocrite.

Tomorrow the first thing I am gonna do is buy some thing for this Gentleman.

"When do you want to start working Ziah? You do remember about the project right?" I lift my eyelids up when Ziyan talks with his eyes on the phone screen.

"Umm from tomorrow?" I scoot closer to him only to lay on my back while I rest my head on his thigh to get his fingers attention on my scalp.

"Grandma will give me another big speech on how I should let you rest after draining your energy" he chuckles but speaks so casually while my cheeks are heating when I get his sentence.

"Shut up Ziyan" I punch his stomach but internally groan when he does not massage my scalp, so I take a hold of his wrist and I place it on my head.

"From next week I want you to concentrate on work Ziah and no more days off did you get that?" he warns me in I am the boss tone as he gives my cheeks a gently pat and I groan snuggling into his warmth.

God why the hell does he smell so good!

He gently brushes my hair away as I lay down quietly enjoying what he is doing but something clicks in my mind when certain liked smell reaches my nose.

"Goodness how can I forget this!" I slap my forehead but quickly sit up and Ziyan looks at me confused "what did you forget?" He raises his eyebrow but I am pulling my sleeves up till my elbow.

"This" I wave my Henna filled hand in front of his face but his nose scrunches up and he pushes my hand away. I giggle looking at the way he is making a disgusting face, Henna smell is love how can anyone hate it, I don't understand boys at this, when they just run away seeing us applying henna.