Chapter 12
It had been a few weeks and Zoya was avoiding Asad like the plague. The only times the two would be seen together would be breakfast, lunch, dinner. Any other time, they would be found in another part of the house.
But avoid him as much as she could, Zoya couldn't avoid the worry that ate at her. She worried about his health constantly. He hadn't full recovered and he was back at work. Due to her worry, she became reckless in her task to avoid him. Instead, ever since he had started coming home late, she would stay up late and make dinner for him, leaving it out and running away to hide in in the living room. When he would eat and leave, she would clean up and go to bed after she ate dinner herself, ranting at him when he didn't finish his entire food. She would also make sure he got his medicine in on time by either giving a hopeful reminder to Najma or Phuppi. Thus, this was how the days continued in the house.
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Zoya hummed merrily as she checked the security system that she had installed around the house. Everything seemed to be working properly. She flipped through the video footage around the house and checked if the alarm system was working properly or not before moving onto the video footage.
Zoya's eyes went wide as she stared at the screen. Then without much ado, she shrieked and jumped into the air.
"YES!" She screamed then clapped a hand over her mouth and glanced at the door. She stared at the door for a full minute and when she was convinced there was no harm to her privacy, she turned her attention back to the screen.
The evidence she had found several weeks ago, the piece of Zardosi work fabric, was safely tucked away in her cupboard and now there was another piece of evidence with her. A piece of evidence that would surely wipe the smug smile on that two faced best friend of the emotionally challenged man. Zoya grinned and quickly uploaded the footage onto her iPad. Once it was done Zoya fell back onto her bed, exhaling deeply and smiling. She rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes, her iPad clutched closely to her chest. When she fell asleep she didn't know.
Meanwhile, Asad was pacing in his room. All these weeks Zoya had avoided him but he knew that it was her that left him dinner each night. For he had seen her emerge from her room and clean up the kitchen one night, exclaiming that he was going to fall sick if he didn't finish his food. He smiled fondly at the memory and sat down on the edge of his bed.
He was growing tired of her avoiding him. For all these weeks, she had said not even a single word to him. He was growing restless; he wanted to hear her voice, to see her smile, to do anything but ignore him. He shot out of the bed and headed to her room, deciding that this was enough.
Once he reached the room he knocked lightly on the door. No answer. He raised an eyebrow and knocked again. Still no answer.
"Ms. Farooqui, avoiding me isn't doing you any good," he said. Nothing. Growing frustrated he opened the door and walked in. Asad froze in his tracks when his eyes fell on her form, lying across the bed with her iPad clutched closely to her chest. He walked closer to her and knelt down next to her sleeping form. Realisation hit him like a brick. He missed her. He missed everything about her, everything. His hand reached out and touched her cheek lightly before cupping her face gently. She sighed and pressed her cheek against his hand in her sleep. Asad smiled as a smile graced her lips before withdrawing his hand and tugging the iPad out of her hands. Asad closed the iPad and set it on her bedside table before turning back to Zoya. Lines had appeared between her eyebrows and Asad blinked when it hit him that she was having a bad dream. She murmured incoherently and turned onto her back, before turning onto her side.
"No, no, no," she whispered in her sleep. Asad reached out a hand and touched her cheek again. She didn't clam down.
"Please don't hurt him! Please don't," she continued to whimper. Asad was now getting agitated and he tried to wake her up.
"Ms. Farooqui," he said, shaking her. She turned onto her side again, beads of sweat on her forehead.
"Please don't hurt him. Mr. Khan! Please! No! Take me! Don't hurt him, don't hurt him! Not Mr. Khan! Please!" She whimpered. Asad had gone numb. He stared at her, his hands still on her shoulder as she writhed and turned but he couldn't do anything.
"Not him! Anyone but him! Please! I love him!" She groaned. He felt like he had been slapped as those words left her lips and made his way into his ears. Asad grabbed her shoulders and shook her more forcefully.
"Zoya!" Her eyes flew open and a gasp fell from her lips before she threw her arms around him. Asad almost lost his balance at the sudden impact but regained it by wounding his arms around her.
"You're okay!" She exclaimed, relief filling her voice. Asad stroked her hair softly murmuring words of comfort into her ear.
"I'm right here," he told her soothingly. She tightened her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
"If anything happened to you, anything at all," she whispered. Asad heard her words and turned his head to press his lips against the crown of her head. He once again marvelled at how perfectly she fit into his arms. She was soft and he found himself craving her softness more and more. A few seconds later, she withdrew from him. She sniffled and Asad shushed her by stroking her cheek softly.
"I'm right here," he whispered. Zoya looked into his dark eyes and felt her cheeks go warm; she averted her gaze and looked down at her lap. He pinched her chin and lifted her head up, forcing her to look at him. He wanted to tell her, but this was what came out instead.
"Why didn't you just have dinner with me instead of eating afterwards?" Asad inquired, her eyes went wide before they narrowed.
"Why would you think it was me? Couldn't dear Tanveer leave dinner out for you?" She asked. Surprise flashed across her face before he started to laughed. The deep baritone sound sent a tingling sensation up her spine and Zoya decided in a heartbeat that she liked his laugh.
"Tanu would never call me 'Akdu Ahmed Khan'," he said. Zoya felt her face heat up again and she turned her head away.
"Why would you think that I would think Tanveer left dinner out for me when you always sit down and eat after I've eaten?" He asked after a few moments of silence. Zoya's gaze snapped to him.
"How did yo-."
"I watched you," he replied.
"You watch me eat?" Zoya asked bluntly. It was Asad's turn to widen his eyes before he regained his composure and cleared his throat.
"Just a few nights ago. I wanted water and I went to the kitchen and saw you eating and badmouthing me," he replied.
"I wasn't badmouthing you!" Zoya protested, grumbling when he raised an eyebrow at her.
"And what are you doing in my room?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. There it was. The question he had been dreading but knew he had to face at some point in time.
"Oh! I-ah-well, I msstu," he mumbled under his breath.
"Sorry? Didn't catch that," Zoya said, straining to hear what he had said.
"I missed you," Asad admitted. Zoya looked at him with bewilderment.
"What?"
"I missed you!" Asad said a bit more forcefully. Zoya felt a small smile creep up onto her lips.
"Did you really?" She asked. Asad glared at her and she giggled.
"Ms. Farooqui," Asad started. Zoya smirked at him before laughing out right. Asad spluttered as he stared at her laughing form. Fine, it probably wasn't the best thing to say and coming from him it probably sounded asinine. He tried to calm her down but she wouldn't listen to him and only mocked him.
"You? Missed me? That's rich!" Zoya said before being overcome with another fit of giggles.
"I did!" Asad shouted. She sobered immediately and looked at him.
"Prove it then," Zoya said firmly. She knew he wasn't thinking straight. There was no way in hell that Mr. Khan would ever miss her! The day it happened, all hell would break loose. She was confused and annoyed at the sudden admittance of some sort of emotion from the emotionally challenged man in front of her. He was being absurd. He was and idiot. HOLY FATHER OF THE CREATOR OF iPADS, HE WAS KSSING HER!
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