Saira's POV.
"He has always had women vying for his attention but he just swats them away as flies." Dhruv continued.
"That is not a nice way to talk about women." I said glaring at him and he shrugged.
"The ones that surround us, well most of them are no more than flies trying to stick to sweet- money." His lips twisted before he continued "You are different. You have to be or my friend wold not have bothered about you."
"Do you know him since long?" I asked wanting to change the topic.
"Our families are friends. Leo is older than me by a few years and we only got really close few years back after I started working on my business."
Saira's POV. My mother is alive! She is here sitting right in front of my eyes. It still does not feel real. I don't know how this happened and at this point I don't really care. Her being back in our lives is nothing but a miracle. We were sitting in my living room. My instinct is to rush to my mother and get lost in her hug. Knowing I cannot do that does not really help me in controlling my emotions in any way. She may not remember now but when she had just entered the apartment she did seem to recall some bits of her past. She remembered my scars. I try not to panic once again at the memory of the cause of the scars. It is evident she gets some flashes of her old life once in a while. Leonardo says she does not remember and so I should not try to alarm her. I don't really agree. I don't agree with him at all and would have done what I wanted to , had I not seen how alarmed my my moth
Saira's POV.He touched my shoulder with his other hand, manoeuvring me to turn towards him. My breath trapped in my chest as he stepped close to me.I had to tilt my head up slightly to continue to look at his face."I don't need luxurious Zavi if I can have this." His voice was soft as he gestured with his hand towards our surrounding- which is my home!Is he mocking me? No, he does not seem to be. He must have seen the confusion on my face because he continued to explain "This –warmth, an obvious sense of lived in and loved feel."He took another step towards me, my shoulder almost touching his chest."I know today I was not welcome." His lip twisted slightly in a crooked smile "But one day I hope you will open your door to welcome me."I did not know how to respond to his words. His close proximity was nit helping me to think straight either.His large frame and the absolutely manly s
Leonardo's POV."I am not a womanizer! Have never been." I blurted wondering what could have brought this one."It is okay. I am not judging you." She said her tone pacifying.She may not be judging but she definitely believed it!I have never bothered- or as my mother puts it often- given two hoots about what anyone thinks about me.She had warned me my 'I give a damn to anyone's opinion about me' attitude would land me into trouble with the person whose opinion would matter to me.I had laughed at her claims and scoffed off the thought, pretty confident that no one would ever matter to me for me
Leonardo's POV. "That is the standard measure." She said her eyes twinkling with humour again. I hope my face was not red. Even the tips of my ear felt warm. "Here take this. It will help reduce the sweet taste." She pushed the plate of cookies towards me and I took one quietly and munched on it. "Too much sugar is what helps me be charming and sweet." I said trying to overcome my awkward situation. Zavi snorted delicately. "Sweet and charming! You are known to be arrogant and rude." "Known by whom?" I questioned frowning trying to ignore the voice in my head that said she is right. "You are a well kno
Saira's POV.His voice sounded close to me, too close. "Not as my housekeeper."The hairs on my neck stirred up as I felt his breath fanning them.I turned around slowly while stepping away.Taking a step away from him in my attempt to create more distance did not help matters. Now I had a better view of his face, without having to tilt my head and the look on his face was enough to trigger a fluttering of my nerves.Saira don't be dramatic.Taking deep calming breathes usually works but evidently that too turned out to be a bad idea.My nostrils itched as his head
Saira's POV. "You can sleep on my bed-" I stopped when I saw his amused expression and realised how he was interpreting what I said. Pervert! "I meant you can sleep in my room and I will sleep outside, here on this couch." I said trying hard not snap at him. He seems to bring out the worst side of me. He actually brings out a lot of sides of me my subconscious reminded me. From feeling nervous to being grateful or in the very next moment furious at his actions or words. "That will not be necessary Zavi." His voice brought my attention back to him. "I will sleep outside here. I insist." He said firmly killing a
Leonardo's POV. "Before you confess your love for me, let me make it clear I don't incline that way." Dhruv's amused voice and not so amusing remark only deepened my scowl. "Shut up!" I hissed. I was beginning to regret my decision to confide in him. Luckily I had not given him the complete details of what I had in my mind. "Seriously dude, the way you have been gazing into my eyes for the past ten minutes it would make anyone believe you are madly in love with me." Dhruv the bugging friend of mine commented cheekily. "Anyone would know I was glaring at you not gazing." I spat back. I pinched the bridge of my nose, mentally berating myself for getting into this silly debate. " Besides why would anyone waste their time on such meaningless and baseless topic?" "You are so feisty my macho man." He laughed. "Do you want to help me or not?" I challenged him, curbing an urge to shake
Leonardo's POV. Uncertainly I had stood outside her room wondering if I had been right and if I should knock. Soon the lights of her room had flicked on. Since no more screams had followed I had not knocked, knowing she would not appreciate it. Today morning her reddish eyes had hinted she had been crying. Was it because of the emotions she felt at the sudden appearance of the mother she had believed to be dead? Somehow I felt that was not the only reason. It had taken all my resolve not to ask he4 details in the morning and leave with Martha. Zavi had quietly implored with her eyes her concern and urge about her mother but nothing beyond. Of course Martha would be taken care of. I had already got my assistant to fix an appointment with her counselor for later in the day. I would be accompanying her. However what about Zavi? I would need to figure out some way to know her problem and also make it all right for