Fantasy Desires

19

Kaya POV

I was returning to my tuition class. “Please stop the van, I have to get a new notebook,” I said innocently to Uncle Jones when I remembered I needed to buy a new notepad. “All right, I'll stop when the traffic is clear,” he said. “Thank you Uncle,” I murmured enthusiastically, nodding my head. I picked up my science book and resumed reading. After a few minutes, Van came to a halt, and Uncle Jones motioned for me to exit.

I froze there as my attention moved towards the shop. Zaan was standing with a helmet on his head, staring at us. I became numb, and Ashi kept her hand on my shoulder, raising her brows and asking, "What happened?" I shook my head and continued on my way to the store. My heartbeat is stuttering at an alarming pace. I felt nervous, as if butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach, and it was an odd experience for me. My legs were trembling and my mind was racing. I'd been waiting two years to see him up close, and here he was right in front of me. I stepped forward, my gaze fixed on his. Then I recall Uncle Jones noticing us conversing and telling my father about it. And Zaan will have to deal with the issues once more. As a result, I skipped Zaan and went straight to the shop. After a while, Zaan approached me and took a position alongside me. Because I was nervous, I started digging my nails into my flesh. He requested a chocolate bar from the shopkeeper. His proximity made me cry, yet I was so agitated that I couldn't even touch him once. I tried to suppress my feelings by asking for a notebook from the store. I had the thought that if he hadn't recognised me, he wouldn't have said anything to me after a few minutes when the Shopkeeper was handing him the chocolates. “You can have these chocolates, Kaya,” he added as he unwrapped it and slid it in front of me. My heart was overflowing with joy as I froze at his words. I was hesitant to take it, but in the end, I lifted it up and bit into the chocolate from the corner of my eye. I noticed a grin on his face and was enjoying his eyes and how he had matured into a man. Then, all of a sudden, "Mia Shouted to get in the van as soon as possible." I smiled back at her and told her to wait a few minutes. I don't want to leave him behind again. But I'm afraid I'll have to leave with a sorrowful heart. The shopkeeper then handed me the notebook, and I reached into my purse to hand over money, but Zaan said firmly, "I'll pay for it," and walked away, still staring at me. I, on the other hand, did not want him to pay my bills. I tried to persuade him once, but he was so obstinate that I gave up and took my notebook to leave because I couldn't talk to him any longer because Uncle Jones may see us. Then I felt compelled to thank you for paying my bills, but no words came out of my mouth. Finally, I turned around and looked him in the eyes, saying, "I missed you." He grinned cheerfully and nodded his head. I felt relieved and returned to my van, leaving him there. I averted my gaze and fixed it on him. He licked his lips after taking a bite of chocolate. I swallowed hard as I stared at him. I had no idea when my lips became dry. I then licked my lips and bent my head to avoid embarrassment. Thank God I was wearing a hijab, so no one could see his face. My knees were weakening from the way he was looking at me. The van drove away, leaving him standing there with a large smile on his face.

It was the same feeling I had when I saw images or videos of her. Hearing his voice in person has also been a lot more pleasant. I'm not sure how to defend it. It's as if there's a tangible presence in the air. Something energising and perhaps harmful. But it's in them that I can sense the tensions between us growing as time passes. I completely missed this electric spark that connected the two of us. Perhaps I should try talking to him again. As I approached tuition, I asked for her phone number. “Why did you need my phone?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. I bit my fingernails and shifted in my seat, then said to her, “Actually, I was thinking to talk with Zaan.” I was allowed to study, but everything else was forbidden, including going to a party with friends or owning a cellphone. I was only allowed to study at school.

“So, what have you decided to do?” Ashi asked, clearing her throat.

I was about to call him to rekindle our romance when she responded, “Ok, call him, but you know I can only give you my phone during tuition class.” “Yes, I know that I will talk to him again,” I hummed. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, nodding her head. “I hadn't considered the future, but right now I really want to talk to him,” she said as she gazed out the window. “I would always support you in your every decision,” she sighed. Then we went to our tuition class, where everyone stared at me when I walked in. I smirked and walked over to my desk. I was taken aback when I saw flowers and chocolates on my desk and was perplexed as to who would put these items on my desk. “Who did this,” Ashi inquired, frowning. “I don't know who did this,” I responded, shaking my head. When I picked up the card, there was a note scribbled on it. This is for Kaya, a beautiful young lady.~Xavier.

Because I was angry, I tightened my jaw and told Xavier to keep away from me.

Nonetheless, he continued to do so. I gathered the roses and chocolates and proceeded to Xavier's seat. And I kept everything at his desk. It was just his luck that he wasn't at his seat. I was becoming irritated, but I kept my cool. “He likes you,” Ashi says, her eyes bulging. I understand, but he would do this if he hadn't given it a second thought, and it has caused a stir in the class.

Everyone was looking at us and murmuring amongst themselves. They'd assume we're one and the same now. The door then opened, and Xavier and his companions entered, smiling at me. “Don't do that again,” I muttered, glaring at him. “What have I done, Kaya?” he asked jokingly. I scowled and reclaimed my seat. I truly want to toss the gifts he gave me, but I understand the importance of money. If he thinks that by doing these things, I'll fall for him, he's wrong. I'd never fall for anyone but Zaan, who owns my heart and my love.