At Zain's Villa,historical

After completing some of his work, Zain was cooking when he got a call from Zara. It was a video call. He answered the call and continued to grill his steak.

"How is Aarvi doing?" She casually asked while admiring the handsome man on screen. Zara was the one who found proof to point out Dylan was playing behind the scenes. So she was naturally worried to know about Aarvi. She didn't want to disturb Aarvi so she reached the person she knew well.

Zain flipped the steak and glanced at her. "She will be fine." Aarvi was hoping Dylan to be a good one so that he could help Aeon out with the Harmon industries. So he knew she needed some time to accept it.

Zara hummed. She placed her elbow on her desk and supported her head on her palm, "I got information that Captain Burton changed Aarvi's plan. Weapon consignment left the port. She must be worried."

Zain placed the spatula aside and turned to Zara. "Well, even you are underestimating my little sister."

Zara was surprised to hear it and sat straight. "Aarvi knows about the change in plan? But it's a secret mission." Information about such missions doesn't leak.

"Pumpkin hadn't said anything about the ship and it's the actual time for Nico Burton." So they couldn't check every exporting ship on the sea and needed Aarvi to guide them through.

Zara laughed, realizing how Aarvi makes sure her plans don't go out of her hand, "Your sister is sly."

The conversation continued. Zara looked at the mouth-savoring juicy steak when he was cutting them into slices. She swallowed hard. Zain glanced at the drooling lady and offered, "Need a bite?"

"I am coming." She held the mobile and ran out of her bedroom, grabbing a jacket.

Zain looked at the steak which wasn't enough for two. So he prepared a salad and grabbed a fine wine. Twenty minutes later, he had arranged the table, cleaned the kitchen when Zara entered the villa.

After enjoying the dinner over a simple conversation, Zara helped with cleaning the plates, and she sat with him for another round of wine because Zain was unexpectedly speaking more than usual and she liked it.

She was unwilling to leave, so she purred, leaning on the couch, looking at him. "I don't want to go yet."

"Then stay over."

"Huh!?" Zara was shocked. He could easily call her family driver or personally drop her. 'Why is he spoiling me?'

Zain placed his flute on the coffee table and turned his body towards her. Zain looked at Zara who was twirling the wine in her flute in her hand and watched him in a daze. He suggested without knowing how she might react, "Let's... get married."

"Huh!?" Zara was bewildered. She looked at the flute in her hand and at Zain. "Zain, how did I get drunk on so little wine that I am imagining things?" Baffled, she shook her head vigorously and asked, "What did you say again?" Wide-eyed, she blinked repeatedly. Confusion was written all over her face.

Zain expected something too mature in a response. He asked instead of responding, "What did you imagine me saying?"

Hearing 'Imagine,' Zara sighed and mumbled in disappointment, "I pictured as we are going to get married tomorrow. My parents crying happy tears, your sister dancing in joy.. Shocked colleagues and I am planning a wedding with you..." She again breathed a long and deep sigh in dispirit. "You haven't even kissed me, how.." Her eyes widened and instinctively went back on the couch When Zain went close to her.

She stammered while flickering her lashes repeatedly to confirm it wasn't a dream, "I-I guess I-I am i-imagining little t-too a-ahead." However, a part of her knew she wasn't dreaming with open eyes. She had high alcohol tolerance. Yet, she felt no less than a dream.

A tempting smile appeared on his lips, he mused, totally surprised by her reaction, "What are you going to do about it?"

Her eyes greedily looked at the black orbs and then brushed over his handsome face that was just a few inches away. Although she wasn't a type to be shy, her fingers unawarely clutched around the step of her red wine flute feeling him close enough to smell his cool lemony cologne.

She tried to respond without stuttering like before, "Perhaps, get my first.. and a lot more kisses." Her voice was unintendedly low and seductive.

Zain's eyes finally shifted from her eyes. It was his first time seeing a pink hue on her smooth cheeks. It was enough to tell, she really looked forward to the kiss she asked for. His eyes traced down her cheeks to her luscious lips that had faint stains of red wine.

Zara felt her skin turn hot and her heart race at the burning gaze of the man. She had imagined how they would be together but never expected to be timid under him. Unable to draw a breath in through her nose, her lips parted for some air and she froze when she felt a cool sensation of thin lips brush over hers. She stared at his closed eyes when his feathery gentle stroke was melting her faster than snow under the sun.

It was a sedating kiss as if lulling her sleep by making her close her eyes and relish the feel of his lips, which were slowly moving against hers and nibbling her lips. She felt butterflies go frenzy in her stomach, heart raced faster than ever and her fingers itched to hold him, yet afraid she might end up touching the air. She still felt a dream.

She nervously tilted her head and followed him. She felt her heart brim when his fingers grazed over her neck and his thumb brushed over her cheek. The caresses of his callous fingers were whispering to her in the ears that she wasn't dreaming. She couldn't describe why she felt emotional yet excited. She could finally call him hers in front of everyone, loud and clear, without the need to hide.

The flute from her hand slipped and red wine spilled on the carpet when her fingers clutched his shirt at the waist. It was each others' first kiss and something both were naive about, something both were unhurriedly exploring with each other while relishing every moment.

She shuddered when his tongue licked over her lips. She instinctively sucked his lower lips to her mouth as she desperately tried to busy the little sounds her throat was trying to spill out of her lips. His tongue again brushed over hers, as if coaxing her to let out and a moan spilled out of her lips waking her up from the daze and flushed like a ripened tomato.

She was slightly embarrassed breaking their kiss without knowing why she did that. She nervously asked looking at his displeased eyes, greedy for more. "Are you sure?" She whispered her question.

As much as she wanted to be with him, she was willing to give him time. She knew he loved her as much as she did and that was enough for her to wait another decade, just by being by his side.

"Never so certain." His deep husky voice skipped a beat of her heart. He felt her hand shift on his back and her eyes sparkle in moistness. For a second he felt like apologizing for making her wait, then again, they were far ahead of those apologies and gratitude, those never had a place in the relationship.

"Job?" She was also ready to leave her job as she followed him to that job.

"I resigned."

A smile was blooming on her face, but she gasped when he captured her lips. If their first kiss was simple, sweet, and assuring, the rest of their kisses turned intense, demanding, and passionate, as if telling each other how much they craved for another one though they never voiced it to each other.

At the end of their long romantic night, the weary face of Zara had a blissful smile prepared to add his name to hers, to sleep every night in the arms of the man she loved for years.

"I love you.. Zain.." She mumbled in a half-asleep state and smiled when she felt his lips near her ear, whispering rare sweet words.