Sparks without Electricity ;) - Zaya TS- Updated on Pg 4 - Page 3

Originally posted by: Loquacious_Aash

How can u even think of stopping there😆

Lovely OS.. do continue..

Shirtless Zain Abdullah ☺️

Next update me photo bhi chap dena

Go on please .. It was amazingg 😳

Originally posted by: minihashu

Go on please .. It was amazingg 😳

Pls continue continue...it was very very cute ...I give a big ...👏

Originally posted by: .luvhome.

Pls continue continue...it was very very cute ...I give a big ...👏

Go from bedroom to bathroom 🤣
But zara fast 🤣🤣

Update pleasee I am still up because of this

Originally posted by: xoxpunkxox

Go from bedroom to bathroom 🤣
But zara fast 🤣🤣

Update pleasee I am still up because of this

I will throw some organic flowers to u... dude it's amazing, romantic yet zayaish kitkit awesome... emotion, romance, fun, atmosphere what was not here? Thanks to the electricity department, they didn't work well that night n we got a beautiful OS n now waiting to see it as a TS... Pm me plz

Hi!😃

After a not so lukewarm response, I am here with the second part!

Thoda sa besharam hai☺️, but I am hoping not so much that the mods have to close it.😳

Also, because I am so stereotypical, pink is for Aaliya's thoughts and Blue for Zain's 😆😆

And it's short. Pehle bata doon.😆

ROLEREVERSAL

But Zain Abdullah wasn't so easy to get rid of, was he?

He ran towards the bathroom putting a hand between the door and the frame. Aaliya, not being able to see in the little light that was coming from the candle now melting away on the dressing table, banged the door in an attempt to close it again.

"Owww!" Zain howled in pain.

Aaliya opened the door frantically hurting herself as well in the process!

"Owww!" She echoed his scream, clutching her left arm.

"Tum kyun Owww?! Main Owww!" Zain shot daggers at her while he pressed his palm numbing the pain.

"Idiot! Dikhayi nahi deta? Mujhe chhot lag gayi!"

"Candle light mein dekhoon main?? Dimaag kharab hai tumhara?"

Both fumed holding their respective injuries.

And suddenly it dawned on Aaliya. She gasped, "Tum mere peeche peeche bathroom mein aane wale the na?"

It was at that moment when Zain realized it as well. He changed track.

"Tum mujhe chhod ke baar baar chali kyun jaati ho?"

Aaliya looked at him exasperated. "Did this guy actually expect her to tag him along to the bathroom?!"

She calmed herself and talked as if she were teaching the alphabets to a 2 year old kid.

"Zain, main kapde change karne gayi thi." She lifted her dupatta as a reference. "Bathroom mein." She even pointed to the shower and faucet to make a point.

"You do realize yahan hum dono saath mein nahi aa sakte?" She explained patiently.

Zain grabbed his opportunity.

"Kyun?" he asked innocently.

"Kyun ka kya matlab?" Aaliya fidgeted. Was she supposed to give him the birds and bees talk??

[Birds and bees talk is the talk moms give girls at onset of teenage about..you know..LOL]😆

"Hum saath mein kyun nahi jaa sakte MKB?"

At MKB, Aaliya knew he was messing with her. She smiled at him sweetly and reached out to hold the shirt he had in his hand.

"Kyunki na Zain.." She pulled him inside.

"Wo na.."

Zain was perplexed. "Why is MKB behaving out of character?"

Halting by the faucet, she placed a palm on his bare chest. Zain shivered at the contact. The light from the candle getting dimmer by the second, all they could see was each other in close proximity.

She took some water from underneath the tap, on her hand and flicked it at him.

"Bathroom romance suna hai kabhi Zain?"

Now he really wanted to shake this version of Aaliya out of whatever seemed to have possessed her. But his motor coordination appeared to be out of order.

"Hoon toh main tumhare biwi na Zain, toh agar tumhare mann mein mere liye waise wali feelings..." She traced a finger along his jaw. Zain insides did a somersault.

"Solid wale feelings.." she winked "..aa gaye toh? Zain Abdullah ko MKB ke liye wo wali feelings? Hawww!"

She bit her lip giving him the most seductive look she hoped she had mustered.

"Aaliya.." he croaked. "What sounds am I capable of?"

She hushed him, pressing his lips gently with her index finger. She lingered a while longer on the lower one.

Aaliya looked at his lips. And suddenly registered, that she was whispering. All this time. She could feel his hot breath mingling with hers.

Zain, who had now completely surrendered to his clouded thought process, too became conscious of the intensity of the atmosphere enveloping them. He had unknowingly placed his hands on Aaliya's waist. The shirt lay forgotten on the slab. The same thin, petite waist, he had eyed when she had worn a saree. The same, which seemed to sway when she walked.

And then, the bulb lit up!

Zain blinked. Aaliya smiled.

Taking each of his hands in each of hers, "Aur isliye Zain, humein bathroom mein saath nahi hona chahiye!" she handed him his shirt and walked out.

" And this is how you do it, Zain Abdullah!"

As usual, all branded sandals are welcome!

I really hope this was up to your expectations. Otherwise, feel free to criticize and voice whatever you want😳

I would be really glad if you could take some time out to comment if you read, feedback helps a lot 😳

Thank you for reading! 😃

oh la la oh la la 👏👏👏