Amaya

 "Amaya , I have something to tell you." Dan said with a deep serious undertone while caressing the tip of her shoulder very lightly with his fingers 

Amaira felt sceptical "yea?"

"I dont have clothes to change into, Maya. Have to go get few pieces from the hotel" Dan continued

"Uff.. Dan , I have few men's clothes lying around. You can use them" Amaya said with relief. 'Clothes? Why so serious?' She thought.

"You do? Why? How? NO WHOSE?" Dan asked surpsried with a tinge of jealousy.

"Easy boy! They are my brother's".

"You have a brother? And he stays here with you? God! I don't know anything about you"

"Yea well our mouths have not been talking much around each other , you know."

"Very Funny ha ha . Ok I would like to use my mouth more to know you better Miss Amaya Shergill. I am hungry and wish to have breakfast, if you wish we can have it together" Dan asked with a peppa pig accent

"Sure, why not Mr.Zaydan! Will pack some brunch for Sid too"

"Sid? Your brother I am guessing? He is here?" Dan asked even more surprised ." You mean to say he was here all night listening to us? WTF!"

"Relax, Sid is my coolest cousin. We share everything about each other's life. He knows about us. He was probably sloshed too, last night or he was busy like us." Amaya winked with a giggle.

"Ahaan, coolest cousin? can we get me some clothes? I would like to eat and meet Sid too to make it less awkward " Dan said with his eyebrows creased

'Something is bothering him. Men!' 

"Ok give me a few minutes"

Amaya bought some clothes that fit Dan to the T. 

"So he is built like me?" Dan asked

"kinda sorta. Can we leave now?I am hungry " Amaya pleaded

They were about to step out, when a door opened that Dan hadn't noticed last night . And then a man stepped out. Built like Dan, tall , dark and well, he was conventionally attractive. 

"Hi, I am Daniel Zaydan." Dan leaned forward with his hand out. "You must be Sid? Amaya's Cousin"

"Oh! So you are THE Daniel Zaydan. Have heard a lot" Sid said with a grin showing of his dimples and accentuating his perfect jawline. "Yes, I am Sid, Sidharth Menon. Amaya's cousin, 'step' cousin actually" he continued

"I am sorry ? Step cousin?"Dan asked confused

"Actually Sid's dad and my mom are step sibling" Amaya chimed ."We are going out for breakfast Sid, do you wanna eat? Can pack something for you. Your usuals?"

"Oh yes!" Sid said with his hand on his stomach. That's when Dan noticed that he was well built. Not muscular , but athletic. And he was shirtless!

"Cool" Amaya winked at Sid and turned towards the main door.

'Too many things to ask. So much to know! But why am I feeling weird about her brother?'

Dan thought ...

TBC..





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