The Taj Mahal Hotel

The boys have just been united as one British Boy Band- One Direction by X Factor Judge. To take some time off for a bonding vacation, they decide to go somewhere where no one one has presumably heard of them yet- India. Will Amina's boring' apprenticeship vacation through Roedean Private Girls Boarding School along with her five room mates, turn into something different altogether, once One Direction appear at Amina's Dad's very own Hotel in Mumbai? Will the girls' friendships grow stronger or will it turn into something disastrous altogether? and what about the boys? Will they waste time fighting for their own girl or will they discover something more important? (Story told from POVs)


4. Time Flies By When You're Having Fun


Amina’s POV

Omg! I cannot believe that the exact same words came out from both of our mouths! Somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking that this night was just meant to be. I exclaimed out the first thing that came into my head, having no time to reconsider them. I wonder if he thought that “Personal Jinx” was too childish. Why hadn’t I stopped to think before those words escaped my mouth? It was something that I was so used to saying with my friends and just a thing that I, for some unexplainable reason, found to be hilarious. The girls and I would seize the opportunity and see it as a competition, wanting to know who could last the longest without speaking. Immature, I know. But that was my friends and me: unusual, weird, quirky, yet cool in our own way.

But his laughing along at my words counts as him playing along right? So I decided to play the game just the right way with him. 


"Uh-uh! You know the rules of the game; no speaking until I say your name 6 times." I gave him a sly wink. In response, he smirked lazily and threw his hands in the air as if in surrendering agreement. Ha! Let's see if Mr Hottie could win this over his looks. 

We were so lost in our own world that we hadn't realised that the waitress was now hovering impatiently in front of us. "Have you decided what you would like yet?" She asked in a bored tone. 

"Have we, Zayn?" I nudged him smugly. This was going to be fun. 

Zayn's hands whizzed up into the air, as he pulled a series of gestures, which seemingly was...sign language?! Where had he learnt that from? 

" to explain what the gentleman wants Madam?" The waitress was now losing her patience. 

I quickly snapped out of my awe and managed a reply, "Uh yes.. yes, we have decided. We will just have two cappucinos, thank you." I mustered up a confident smile. 

My curiosity was getting the better of me and I had to give in to the game. I sighed, "Finee.. Zayn Malik, Zayn Malik, Zayn Malik, Zayn Malik, Zayn Malik, Zayn Malik!" I didn't allow him a chance to express his content at my giving up the game. "Where.. come you know sign language?!" It was just something so uncommon and I was just in awe as to why Zayn, out of all people would've been knowledgeable of such a skill. 

"Ahh, well you see; two reasons actually. Firstly, my youngest sister Safaa was diagnosed at an early age with hearing problems and you know, well me being the eldest brother, I just wanted to do the best I could to make her feel welcome in the harsh outside world. Eventually I was taught the skill and passed it down to the remainder of my family members and then they were able to communicate with her as well... secondly, well, it was hard for me obviously, upon hearing the disappointing news of my beloved sister and so I realised that I needed to do this for all my fans who weren't gifted with hearing; the ones who had to use sound amplifiers so that they could listen to their favourite artists. I don't know..these things make me feel lucky in a way, you know? To be living the life that I'm living with no disability, taking everything for granted. But it's not like that with the less fortunate and we have to realise that right?" His face suddenly became sombre and he looked like he was pondering away at something.

The tears welled up in my eyes. Gosh, I could be so emotional at times, but this story was just told with such empathy. Who would've known that The Zayn Malik, the one who drove girls crazy with the sound of his voice, the one whose voice was so amazing, had this empathy about him? I reached out and stroked his hands, which were clasped together and placed in front of him on the table. He looked up, surprise evident in his eyes. A tear uncontrollably seeped out from my eyeducts and made its landing on his right hand. Embarassed, I grabbed a serviette to wipe the tear away, but he grabbed my hand to stop me. This time I was the one who was surprised at his unexpected gesture. His other hand reached up to my teary eye and wiped the tears away.

Before I knew it, our faces were inches from each others, nose touching nose, as he leaned in for the kiss. The kiss was full of passion and want and the saltiness from my tears just added to the atmosphere of it all. It felt so right- the right place, the right time, with the right person. It was all so perfect. 


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