Chapter 47: Chapter 47

"What the hell??" Emil stared at Emma and Zian in disbelief.

Zian pulled away from Emma and looked at Emil awkwardly.

He had been too busy trying to get Emma's attention and finally when he got it, he completely forgot that Emil was sitting right across them. Emil was Emma’s brother. This is going to be tough.

"Uh Emil," Zian was confused as to what to say.

"What is happening here?" Emila asked calmly yet sternly.

"Can we talk Emil?" Zian asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"We are talking," Emil said with a serious look on his face.

"Alone? Please?" Zian asked politely. He didn’t want to offend Emma’s brother in any way. Emil might be his childhood friend, but when it comes to the bro code, nobody will ever willingly compromise.

But there was nothing for him to hide. His feelings for Emma are genuine and his intentions are pure. So what's the need to hide anything?

He is in love and he is proud and brave enough to say that out aloud. No matter who is on the other side.

"Okay. Let's go out and talk," Emil said and stood up from the couch.

Zian did the same and when Emma started following them, Emil stopped her.

"Emma, stay here. We will be back right away." Emil said, making Emma pout. She was worried. She didn’t know what exactly she felt for Zian. But Zian is very special to her. Someone she needs forever. She didn’t want Emil to spoil it.

As Emil and Zian stepped out, Emily decided that she also needs to be a part of this conversation. So she stood up from the couch and walked towards the door through which the boys went out.

"Where are you going? Do you have to poke your silly nose into anything and everything?" Zahir asked from the couch where he was lazily lounging.

"The talk happens to be about my little sister, Mr Bad boy. I have every right to poke my nose there. And I just need to be sure that, though he is related to you by blood, he is nothing like you." Emily countered.

"Oh darling! Nobody can be like me. That is a universal truth." Zahir said smugly.

"Yeah. I agree. There can never be someone as narcissistic and arrogant as you." Emily retorted without skipping a beat.

"Oh dear! You mistake my self confidence and pride for narcissism and arrogance." Zahir was quick to respond.

"Yeah. Quite delusional too." Emily added, rolling her eyes.

"God!! How do you manage to do this every single time?" Liam asked with a groan.

"They have been like that ever since... forever." Zada said, shaking her head.

They all noticed an unusual thing.

Emma was silent. Totally unlike The Emma Hart they knew.

She wasn't even listening to them.

She had her eyes set on the door, waiting for the two boys to walk back in.

"Aww Emma. Don't you worry. It is The Zian Ahmed al Zidra who has gone out. The golden boy. Everyone’s favourite. He will say all the right things." Zahir said, sitting next to Emma and throwing an arm over her shoulder and giving her a comforting hug.

"You think so?" Emma asked anxiously.

If something goes wrong, Emil might call up her father. Her father, she can manage. But if her mother comes to know. She can imagine her mother taking up the form of Goddess Lyssa. (The Greek Goddess of Madness and Anger.)

Oh God! Don't make my death painful. Make her kill me when I am sleeping.

Is death painless if it happens in sleep?

Most people die during sleep, if they have a cardiac arrest. Which means it will obviously hurt!

Maybe she should google various methods of painless deaths.

Maybe cyanide is the best option.

They say, death is instant. Which means there won't be enough time to know the pain.

She came out of her thoughts when Zahir snapped his fingers in front of her eyes

"Huh?" She asked in daze.

"You had this worried look on your face and it doesn't suit you at all, Emma. You look beautiful when you smile wide and talk non stop. That's the Emma we love. Not this silent Emma." Zahir said, flicking her nose playfully, making Emma smile.

"You are right? Why should I think negative things? Just imagine, if everything goes well, soon Zi - Zi and I can get married. We can go on our Himalayan honeymoon trip on, Ya rouhi. I can eat from all the roadside stalls. Oh, but then I will start getting sleepy if I eat a lot. What if I fall asleep and fall off Ya rouhi, on the way. OMG! I will have to wear a helmet. Actually I like to go on Ya rouhi without wearing a helmet. I feel so suffocated in a helmet.."

"Okay. Our Emma is back." Zahir said with a wide grin.

A small smile appeared on Emily's face seeing the love and care Zahir has for the girl his brother is in love with.

Maybe he is not such a bad boy after all, she thought.

Zahir's phone rang and he saw that it was an unknown number. He picked it up and before he could speak, the other person started the talk.

"Finally! You deemed it time to answer your calls. Where is your other phone? I have been calling you for hours and hours. I had to get your new number from your brother. I can't believe it that you didn't give me your new number. How could you do that? And above all that, you forgot my birthday. How could you?" Zahir was momentarily shocked as he heard the sweet voice of a girl spitting fire at someone, who she mistook to be him.

"Uh. I think you are mistaken." Zahir said gently.

He heard her gasp from the other side of the phone.

"Oh! I am so sorry. I think I dialled the wrong number." The girl apologised immediately.

"It seems you did, sweetheart," Zahir said with a smirk and leaned back on the couch.

Emily scowled at him.

"By the way, what's your name sweetheart?" Zahir asked in a flirty tone.

"Uh! I will just hang up," the girl said, feeling awkward.

"Oh no birthday girl. Let me wish you. Tell me your name."

"Bushraa," he heard the shy reply.

"Aww. I can imagine you blushing now." Zahir flirted shamelessly.

"How did you know?" Bushraa asked and then clasped her hands over her mouth.

Zahir laughed.

"I just know. So, a very very happy birthday Blushhraa, sweetheart." Zahir said.

"Thank you," Bushra said and hung up the call immediately, not wanting to talk to the stranger anymore.

Emma playfully punched him on his shoulder.

"How can you flirt with a total stranger?" Emma asked, fascinated by Zahir’s ability to flirt with someone he hasn’t even seen.

"I am a born charmer, sweetheart." Zahir said with a wink making Emily roll her eyes.

So much for not being a bad boy. He is definitely bad, she thought.