Chapter 13
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Asad didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. He had been fantasizing about how they would feel against his and when she had been busy thinking, he had been taken over by something and had leaned in to kiss her before she even knew what had hit her.
Zoya froze when she felt his lips against hers but as his lips moved against her softly, she couldn't help but kiss him back, surprised at how soft his lips were.
Asad was far beyond coherent sense and he lost all thoughts when he felt her kiss him back. Her lips felt delicious against his and Asad revelled in the feeling. He grasped her thigh firmly, pulling her leg around so she straddled him and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pressing closer to him.
Their lips danced the sensuous dance of a kiss as if they had done it several times before and both lost themselves in the feel of each other. Zoya's mind was screaming at her to get away and stop what she was doing but her body had other ideas as she moulded her lips against his.
Asad was trying and failing, quite horribly, to pull away from her. It seemed like the hardest task he had to face in life and he had no intentions of doing it. All that mattered to him was the woman that was sitting in his lap with her sweet lips against his.
"I," kiss "need," kiss "more," he said to her in between kisses. He flipped her over onto the bed, earning a startled cry from her, his body covering her smaller ones and his lips working against hers in urgency.
"Zoya, Khaala wa" Asad pulled away from her roughly. His eyes went wide as he saw Tanveer standing at the door looking astounded. Zoya looked from Tanveer to Asad and a gasp escaped her when she realised the position they were in. She tried pushing him away but he was too heavy for her.
"Mr. Khan!" Zoya whispered. It seemed to snap him out of his daze because he quickly scrambled off of her. Zoya stood up and brushed her clothes down, chewing on her lips, slightly swollen from previous activities.
"I'll just-er-I'll just go," Tanveer said before slipping out the door. Asad and Zoya stood rooted to the spot, looking anywhere but at each other. Several questions were rushing through Zoya's head. Why did he kiss her? Why did she enjoy it? Bloody hell, she enjoyed it?!?
"Mr. Khan," Zoya started. She needed to know what he meant by kissing her like that.
"Tanu," he whispered and with that, he darted out the room. Zoya felt an odd sensation settle over her and it took a few minutes to realise that she felt hurt. She felt hurt by his actions. Zoya expected him to ignore her questions and go back to being formal, but she definitely hadn't expected him to run after Tanveer like that. Just as fast as the pain came, her anger roared through her.
What were you thinking? You think he actually cared for you? Her mind mocked her.
Stop it. She told herself.
Stop? You know it's true Zoya. He only cares about Tanveer. He would never care about someone like you.
Why wouldn't he? What does she have that I don't have?
Zoya darling. She has him, wrapped up all around her pretty finger. You don't stand a chance against her. Not to mention that horrendous scar on your right arm.
"Shut up!" Zoya yelled at practically no one. Her emotions were going wild. She was confused, hurt, and angry all at the same time. She heard Dilshad's voice calling her for dinner and made her way down the stairs.
Dinner was silent with Zoya stealing glances at Asad only to find his eyes trained on his plate and food.
"Zoya, pass me the roti please," Najma said. But Zoya was too lost in thought to take notice.
"Zoya?" Najma said shaking her.
"Hmm? Oh yes, the food is delicious," she said lamely. Asad looked up at her sharply and was met with the doe-like eyes that he had fallen prey to far too many times.
I love him. He had known as soon as those words left her pretty lips that he had fallen for her. All those weeks that she avoided him, he felt as if he had been missing a major part of his life and ever since those words had escaped her lips, Asad had lost control of his own emotions. Raw desire coursed through his body knowing that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. When he had seen Tanveer at the door, he had raced after to beg her not to tell anyone and she promised him she wouldn't, like the good friend that she was. The secret was safe, but did it have to be a secret?
Zoya quickly looked away from his gaze but the action did not go amiss by Dilshad who in an instant knew that something had happened between her son and her, hopefully, soon to be daughter-in-law.
"Thank you, Zoya. Could you please pass Najma the roti?" Dilshad asked. Zoya handed it over to her and the rest of the meal was passed in silence as dead as the night.
*****
Zoya tossed and turned in her bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she would be greeted by the vision of their kiss and her eyes would fly open while her lips would tingle. Zoya groaned and sat up, leaning back against the headboard.
"This is useless! I need to know!" She muttered before throwing the covers aside and walking out the room.
The house was silent and caused a shiver to run up her spine. The marble felt cool against her bare feet and Zoya wrapped her arms around herself in hopes of getting warmer. Her body was adorned with a simple white satin floor-length nightgown and in the haste of her departure from her room; Zoya had forgotten to pull on her night robe and had wrapped a thin white shawl around her. She shivered as a cool breeze swept the silent halls and stopped in front of his room. The light was on and Zoya let out a sigh of relief knowing she wouldn't need to wake him from his slumber. She raised her hand to rap on his door.
"Ow!" Asad had just opened his door to get himself a glass of water and instead of walking out the room; he had received a hard blow on the forehead.
"Mr. Khan! I'm so sorry!" Zoya panicked moving forward and rubbing his forehead lightly. Asad groaned when he heard her voice. She was the number one reason why he was still up at two in the morning.
"Ms. Farooqui," he groaned pulling away from her touch. He turned to look at her and he groaned loudly again when he took in her appearance. Her body looked so frail in her nightgown. Even though it was loose and she had a shawl around her shoulders, Asad could see the curves the woman carried and his hand flexed and turned to fists in order to calm himself down. She was a woman in every sense and Asad had to turn his back onto her before he truly lost control. That fiery kiss that they had shared had awoken a beast within him. A beast that he never knew existed until the very moment his lips had touched hers.
"Look, I wanted to ask you about-about us," Zoya said, then mentally slapping herself at her bluntness. Way to go, Zoya.
Asad had been trying to prepare himself to answer this exact question but now that he had her standing right behind him, he felt as if he hadn't prepared at all.
"There isn't an us," he said softly. Zoya rolled her eyes, expecting him to say that and walked in front of him only to have him turn his back on her again. Zoya let out a frustrated growl and grabbed his shoulder, turning him to face her.
"Then explain that kiss," she demanded. He still didn't look at her, anywhere but at her. Zoya grew frustrated and she reached towards him again and touched him. He jerked and pulled away from her.
"It was nothing! Nothing! Just a spur of the moment," he told her hastily, trying to put some distance between them. Asad didn't want to do this. He had to get rid of her and do it soon before his temptation took over. The desire he was feeling for her was roaring and knowing that she loved him only added fuel to it.
Zoya growled and pushed him roughly. Or at least tried to because her attempt was feeble and did absolutely no damage at all. In the process, her shawl had dropped down to her elbows and Asad's eyes were drawn to her suddenly revealed torso. Zoya's breath hitched when his eyes found the scar that ran up her right arm. His gaze moved torturously slow up the length of the charred skin. She swallowed tightly and took a step back when he moved forward. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, holding her in place, his dark orbs fixed on her arm.
"Leave it," she whispered. The scar was her biggest flaw and every time someone looked at it, Zoya hated to see the disgust and pity in their eyes. Zoya fixed her shawl hurriedly and looked at him. His demeanour had changed almost immediately. Where his eyes had been guarded, they were now burning with a fire so bright and strong that made Zoya feel only two inches tall as he looked at her. Zoya felt her skin erupt into goose bumps under his heated gaze and turned her head away.
Asad reached forward and tugged the shawl off of her shoulder gently. An intake of sharp breath was heard from him as the darkened skin of her right arm was revealed to him. She took his gaze when he heard a sniffle.
"Please, don't look at it," she said softly. Asad reached out and ran a finger down the length of her arm, her arm jerking involuntarily.
"Zoya," he breathed. She looked up at him and Asad felt his desire run course again.
"You're beautiful," he said to her softly. Zoya's eyes went wide as she looked at him. This was the first time someone had looked at her with such devotion and, dare she say it, love after her scar had been revealed.
"No," she replied firmly. Asad grasped her wrist again and held it against his chest, looking deep into her eyes.
"Never contradict what I say. You're beautiful Zoya," he said with a tone of finality. Zoya watched him blankly. He was a puzzle. Right when she had him figured out, he went and did something that made her have to start all over again. Zoya wanted to know what it was. Why he looked at her like that? What was the reason? What about that kiss?
"Why did you kiss me?" She said in a small voice. Asad didn't answer her at first. He watched her with a blank expression. So many things were rushing through his mind. Asad didn't know how it had happened, but somewhere over the course of the weeks, he had fallen in love with the woman in front of him, the word itself coming as bit of a surprise. But when he looked at her, he didn't doubt his emotions one bit. Her beauty was ethereal, a predator itself to any passing man. Asad had never truly appreciated the magnificence of this woman. Her scar was naught but a symbol of the horrors she had suffered and in that moment, Asad truly understood the meaning of the words, "Sometimes, the happiest girls are the ones that are breaking inch by inch on the inside."
A strong urge to take her in his arms surged through him but he pushed it away. He had to keep his head straight, if he so much as touched her now, he would fling away all strings of sanity, specially if she wore a satin nightgown that made her look like a Goddess descended from the heavens above.
"Please, just leave," he practically begged her. How the woman could come into his room in that and not expect him to lose his head? Especially after having kissed her! This was not good. Asad suppressed a groan when she sidled into his view, her wide brown eyes searching his.
"Just tell me what it meant," she asked him again. It was too much for him. Asad couldn't hold it in anymore. The vision of her standing there before him watching him with those chocolate eyes, her raven hair billowing in the slight breeze that sifted through the open window causing her to shiver slightly, and the pink lips that she chewed on with anticipation, the ones whose sweet taste he had sampled not too long ago. All of it was too much for him, every damn thing, was too much for him.
His self-control snapped.
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