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  Contents

  Copyright

  Dedicated

  Book title and Author name

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chaprter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Author’s name

  Copyright

  All rights reserved. No part of this book maybe reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the Author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, charecters, places, and events are the product of author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is conincidental.

  This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.This book may not be resold or given away to other people.

  Thank you.

  Published in 2019: Saniya.S.Kohari

  Editing: Saniya.S.Kohari

  Proofreading: Saniya.S.Kohari.

  Cover Design: Kaushitaki

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  Dedicated

  To my father, Mr. Safwan.Kohari who ingrained the seed of story telling in me through his vivaciously entertaining tales!

  Dream you

  Saniya.S.Kohari

  Prologue

  Khwaab

  He sat on a chair in our balcony, not looking at the world outside, but his whole attention was on me cocooned comfortably in his lap.

  With his arm wrapped around my waist and face lost in my open hairs, he was busy placing soft kisses on the side of my neck.

  I tried to concentrate on my reading, but in between his kisses, he would blow behind my ear, making a shiver run down my spine. His hand on my back slowly made its way down and inside my top, caressing my skin. While his lips trailed kisses over my throat and jaw. His touch felt warm on my skin, setting it on fire.

  I had coffee in one hand, but my grip was getting unsteady, as every now and then he kept stealing sips from my mug, bringing the delicious torture of his lips down to my collarbone.

  Somehow finding a voice in my breathless state, I tried to tease him,

  "It’s my coffee you stole!"

  "What can I say; it’s my favourite flavour and I'am going to consume it whole...!" He grinned mischievously.

  "But it’s too hot."

  "Just the way I like it."

  I felt him smirk on my skin.

  As he kissed his way down, the top slid further with his lips exposing my cleavage. He rubbed his mouth along the edge of my top’s neckline, thus kissing my cleavage and still not kissing it, making me go restless in anticipation.

  Thud of the book falling down my lap, made him stop and glance. That’s when he noticed, that while my one hand held the coffee mug, the other held one of my sleeve’s all along.

  "Why is your hand pressed on that sleeve?" He groaned.

  "The cloth has shrunk or something after the wash. The sleeve keeps falling off." I muttered rolling my eyes.

  His baby blues got a glint hearing that and he covered my hand with his, pushing the sleeve down...kissing my bare shoulder passionately, as if making love to it. I used my now free hand to graze through his hairs, digging his head more in to myself.

  Finally he moved to capture my lips. And we kissed each other long and deep...The kiss we had both been starving for.

  Suddenly the alarm blared, jerking me awake. I sat up with a shriek realizing my sweaty state and strewn sheets.

  "Why did I dream this way about him?” I asked myself fearfully.

  What is happening to me?! I saw such a steamy dream about HIM!

  Oh no! I'am in so much trouble...

  1

  Khwaab

  For the first time in my life I saw a dream about him, thought this way about him. Him!!!

  Crap! Crap! Crappp!!

  Take a break dear heart; you’re going in the wrong direction.

  Keeping a hand over my racing heart, I got out of bed. I was covered in sweat, although London was quite cold last night.

  I had just about turned towards the washroom but instead went out of my bedroom door grumbling to myself, ‘How dare he wear me down so much in the dream?! I'am too tired and pissed to even shower now. I need food in my system. Stat.’

  Stepping in to the corridor, I collided with a warm solid wall.

  "I’am sorry Khwaab...and Hi!” said the wall in a manly voice.

  I looked up to find the wall taking a small step back after the collision.

  Damn...! I guess, I never wokeup...I’am still sleeping, still dreaming...him!

  Because otherwise, why would the aforementioned wall be Ryan Wills?

  He was looking at me hesitatingly, moving his eyes away then back again sneaking a peek...

  ‘It’s true we are both always hesitant towards each other. Yet in the dream

  Ryan was anything but that. Then why is he behaving this way now in the continuation of dream? Weird creature!’ rolling my eyes at him, I moved away.

  I did not care that I was prancing around carelessly in very short, shorts and a sleeveless tank top in front of the person; I have always been shy around. Because c'mon this is just a dream, why should I feel awkward in this?

  “So...you’re going somewhere?" asked Ryan.

  ‘Hah!’ I snorted. ‘Who goes out in pyjamas?’ I scoffed to myself rolling my eyes at the ceiling. ‘He used to be so brilliant. I guess he is thick in the dream...and now I’am talking to myself! Duhh me..!’

  Instead of answering him, I moved to grab a banana from the fruit basket on the dining table. Turning around, I found Ryan standing by the wall looking amused.

  ‘I guess he is enjoying this dream. Afterall in reality I'am never this carefree around him even while talking. And offcourse the view of my bare legs he is ogling at must be something...

  Ogle away dear boy...I would never stand for a second wearing this in front of you had this not been a dream.’

  I went inside the kitchen, to make myself a cup of coffee.

  "Dear, please prepare a cup for Ryan as well. And why are you still in this nightwear? Go and change. He is in the living room!" chiding Mom kept a lid over the breakfast and left.

  I made a face, behind her back.

  Again ‘Ryan..!’ looks like even Mom is dreaming about him. God I hope it is of maternal variety, we-are-such-a-big family kind of dream and not as x-rated as mine!

  And wasn’t it my dream in the first place? Well, typical of Mom to come inside my dream and talk about my clothes.

  My Mom Mrs.Saira Wills, is nothing but predictable through and through.

  Sipping my coffee, I went towards the living room, stunned to find 'his truly' sitting comfortably on the couch with my parents in tow.

  "Khwaab I asked you to make a coffee for Ryan!" tsked mom widening her eyes, gesturing me to get a hint and go change.

  Though a petite brunette and oh so delicate in looks, Mom has always been a fierce motherhen to the core...!

  "Oh stop it...I’am so done with this dream thingy!!!" I said with an over-exasperated sigh for dramatic effect.
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  Scowling I went on, "There is no Ryan here, to be served a coffee too, alright?"

  Since both my parents looked at me as if I have lost my marbles or eyesight. I marched forward to where the imaginary Ryan sat.

  Then making eye contact with him and my parents, I said with a proud smirk,

  "You don't believe me? Then watch—"

  And I touched Ryan's cheek thinking he’ll disappear the very moment and my dream will be finally over.

  Although Ryan smiled at my touch locking eyes with me, his wasn’t an amused smile, but a warm smoldering one. Yet in my stunned state I did not enjoy his reaction or even looked at him warmly. I stared at him in sheer terror!

  Coming out of shock, I removed my hand from his cheek as if I received a current.

  "Are you alright Khwaab? Didn’t you see that since so long Ryan has been here talking to me?" Dad asked with concern.

  "Uncle, maybe she is still half asleep." Ryan intervened trying to help me out.

  Feeling humiliated, I quietly made way towards my bedroom and dailed a conference call to Alaiza and Sami, my cousins cum friends cum classmates in college, and just as free all the time as I was.

  "Hey! Ryan came to my house. I think he had some work with Dad." I said not revealing, 'I made a complete prat of myself!'

  "Ooh! Ry came, so where were you hiding?" Alaiza chuckled.

  "Or should we ask where was he hiding? Did you guys at least say hi to each other?" supplied Sami.

  "What do you mean?" I pretended to be unaware.

  "C’mon! You know exactly what we’re talking about. Since so many years have you people ever had an honest-to-god conversation or even a fight with each other? Never! You guys are friendly with all of us. Infact you both are buddies with us. But with each other..." scoffed Alaiza.

  "With each other you both are shy like new-brides. Forget about being buddies; you guys barely look in the eye while even talking in a group. You’re always hesitant. The reason for it..." added Sami.

  "...we are sure even you both don't know!!" laughed Alaiza.

  Sighing I gave up and accepted the truth,

  "Yes even I don't know why am I so hesitant and shy towards Ryan since childhood. Can’t help it...It’s just like that."

  Not willing to tell them about today and give them more fodder to write a thesis paper on the awkwardness of Ryan-Khwaab! I disconnected the call and lied on my bed wondering to myself...

  This is a serious issue. Why can't we ever talk normally or become friends? For starters, while everyone else calls him by the nickname ‘Ry’, why have I never been able to do that? Why do we always feel shy towards each other and not with anyone else...Why? And why did I see that kind of dream about him?

  Sure, Dad named me Khwaab, which means ‘dream’ in Urdu language. But it does’nt mean I should have dreamt that! It’s no excuse.

  My mind wacked me tauntingly;

  'Don't you know why you saw a hot as hell dream about Ryan? Think again Sweetie, maybe it’s because you have crushed on him hard since the time you were out of wearing diapers.'

  "Khwaab, breakfast is ready!" yelled mom.

  I hurried up to get properly dressed, as if Ryan hasn’t already got an eyeful of the mountains of bare skin from my skimpy pyjamas.

  'What have I done to deserve this?'

  Was all I could think about, sitting in front of Ryan, who was insisted by my parents to stay for breakfast!

  Now I can't even eat in peace! If I'am not very proper, he’ll think I'am a starving cow along with being neurotic and weird, thanks to my stunt of touching his cheek to show his ‘invisibility’.

  While eating, every now and then involuntarily our eyes met, since we sat across from each other. And each time a blush creeped on my cheeks remembering the dream...Especially when Ryan stared at me while sipping his coffee, I faced a moment of deja vu when in the dream he had sipped coffee, but from my mug while doing oh-so-hot things to me...

  Realizing that I'am smiling like a lovesick teenager while he scrunched his eyebrows curiously over the rim of his cup, I chided to myself,

  'Wipe off that toothy smile Khwaab, before he declares you a certified fool. Since morning you have already ruined any good impression you might have ever made on him in all these years.'

  I was brought out of my self-despairing thoughts by my father's question,

  "So what time is this get-together at Alaiza’s place?"

  "It’s after lunch uncle, why don't you and auntie join us too?" Ryan smiled.

  "No, what will we do in the mids of young people. You guys enjoy." Dad, my cute teddybear as always smiled graciously.

  By teddybear, I don’t mean the obvious. Because my father, Mr.Olive Wills, is not fat! No he is awesome just like me. But has a cute tummy to show. In olden age people called it a sign of good financial background. Nowadays people just call it a result of food love.

  It makes me question my lifelong research about Ryan, which had told me, Ryan loves food. But still has a flat stomach from what I can deduce by his body hugging shirts and terrific physique that says, he is packing some serious muscles in there.

  Must be the result of all those early morning jogs he goes on for getting sexily sweaty and making my heart race. That, along with his blue eyes and chiseled jaw, makes my throat dry...Not to mention, I feel almost jealous of his drowning deep eyes, like that of a doll’s. He is almost prettier then me. This is so unfair!

  Soon breakfast came to an end and Ryan took his leave from my parents.

  Turning towards me he said,

  "I’ll see you at Alaiza's."

  His blue orbs twinkled as if they knew my secrets.

  "It’s so nice of you all kids being friends. That’s how siblings should be." sighed Mom after Ryan had gone.

  The word sibling pricked something in my heart.

  "Mom, we are not siblings!!" I rolled my eyes at her.

  "Yes but you all are first cousins, such a tight knit group. It looks so sweet when you all are together..."

  'Like a big happy family!' I thought sarcastically.

  Then it struck me, she is not wrong. Afterall that’s what we are—Me, Alaiza, Sami, Zake, Fauz and Ryan...first cousins. Still why can't I stop thinking about Ryan in a way that is so not brotherly rather lovingly...

  Am I already too far gone with my feelings? Reached a point of no return? What do I do now?

  2

  Khwaab

  We were all gathered at Alaiza's house, waiting in anticipation for Fauz to explain his game.

  Playing with those bits of papers Fauz looked like a kid from high school. His lean body, sans hefty muscles and boyish face added to his charm.

  Like Ryan, Fauz and Zake were also in there early thirties and had gotten a somewhat grip on what the hell is happening in there lives! Unlike; me, Alaiza and Sami struggling through our twenties and college...trying to figure out just why?

  When Fauz was done writing the chits, he announced,

  "So guys this is an easy peasy game. Don’t be scared at all. If you all can't do the tasks, you won't be punished that dreadfully. Just Relax! I'am here..."

  Aaand I was wrong. He is a downright baby. Still!

  "What is the game Fauz?

  Ryan asked in a bored voice.

  "I was just getting to that!” Fauz scowled. “Anyway, the game is, I have written certain tasks in the chits. I’ll distribute the chits randomly and we all have to fulfill what’s written in ours. Those who do not... will be punished cruelly! And by cruel I mean...."

  Alaiza stopped him midsentence snapping,

  "Yeah we understood. There’ll be bloodshed if we don't do the tasks."

  The chits were distributed. It was Alaiza's turn first. Her chit read, 'kiss a guy.'

  "Oh I will, at my engagement bash when he comes here." giggled Alaiza showing everyone the task given to her.

  Next was Katie, Alaiza’s friend. But she seemed busy.

  She was all over Ryan. Talking to hi
m starry eyed. Apparently she worked in the same field as Ryan and hence, had just 'so much' in common with him, according to her.

  She rubbed her hands affectionately on Ryan's arm while smiling at whatever crap spilled out of his glorious mouth.

  "If she needs to wipe her hands off, why can't she just go to the bathroom or something?" I said under my breath pissed at this cosiness, but Sami heard me.

  "Seriously, she is a clingy piece of work." added Sami blowing on my fire.

  "Katie it’s your turn." Fauz said clearing his throat.

  "Oh! Alright! Well my chit says-I have to act the name of this movie 'Tangled!' But how am I supposed to do that? It’s so hard to act the name Tangled!" complained Katie in her irritating voice.