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Hi guys! So for the time, I wrote something on ZaYa. As we all know, we got babaji ka thullu in the bemissal budhvaar epi 😆(although I luvd the zaya scene in that epi 😳). So this is my own imagination of that scene.
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Vinu actually inspired me to write this n if u ask me how, she said she wud write a parody on chikni chameli starring beedi bai if I wrote something on ZaYa 😆. So this one's for her. :)
Before I let u guys start, jut a lil note, when u read the word 'over piece' in the os, it just means that over coat kinda thingy that aaliya was wearing over the gown in that epi. I dunno waht exactly u call it, if anyone here knows, then plz do tell me coz I'll edit it.
Alright, here goes nothing!
Blissful
Zain gazed out of the window, at the stars, as he waited for Aaliya to come. He smiled inwardly, as he heard the bathroom door click open. He shoved his hands into his pockets, casually, as he turned around. And his jaw dropped. Aaliya fidgeted with the sides of the gown, shifting from one foot to the other, her gaze kept lowered as she waited for Zain to...well, you could say, to take the first move. Her breah hitched, as she sensed Zain approaching her. Zain stood a few mere inches away from her, drinking in her beauty. Zain ran his fingers down her temple and jaw line, clearly enjoying the effect his touch had on her. Her heart raced and her stomach fluttered. Zain caught hold of the edge of the over piece of the gown, with a gentle tug, taking Aaliya by surprise as she stumbled closer to him, her hands gripping his shoulders. Zain smiled at her seductively, as he pushed away the over piece from her body and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her to him, completely. Her thoughts were too fuzzed at that moment, for her to even try thinking straight. Get a grip of yourself, Aaliya!, she chided herself. She was determined to show him that she wasn't the girl who would shy away and give in. She was Aaliya. Aaliya Zain Abdullah. She mustered up enough courage and sent a quick prayer to Allah, asking him to help her out. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling at him.
"So, how do I look?", she asked. "Utterly beautiful.", he whispered, in his husky voice. Aaliya held her breath as he he nuzzled his nose into her neck, planting a soft kiss on her exposed skin. "Zain!", she let out. "What?", he asked, as he pulled away, giving her that lop sided smile, that she absolutely detested at times, "Not feeling good?" She stood still, still holding her breath, unable to think of a single retort. Suddenly, all that courage seemed to have slipped away, she was left unnerved and totally unarmed, left under Zain's scorching gaze. She started to regret the whole idea of showing him that she wasn't scared, 'cause hell, she was heck scared, absolutely petrified. But in a good way. Wait, how can someone even be petrified in a good way? Well, probably doesn't make sense, but Aaliya was terrified and yet, she was looking forward to what would come next. In short, she was excited, too. "Aaliya.", Zain called out, bringing her out of her momentary reverie. "Hmm?" "Breathe.", he commanded. Aaliya realized she'd been holding her breath all the while, she quickly let go, embarassed at being caught. She couldn't care less at that moment, about how vulnerable she looked. She turned away and quickly said, "Z...Zain, I need to go, I have some work in the kitchen." Zain caught her by her arm, as she started to head back to the wash room, to get changed. "At midnight?", he asked. Aaliya's forehead creased in bafflement, "Huh?" Zain smirked again, oh boy, he was loving this. "You have work in the kitchen.", he paused, as he raised an eyebrow in mock uncertainty, "At midnight?"
Aaliya gulped - that is if there was anything to gulp, her throat was totally dry from what had just happened between her and Zain. She wanted to run, but before she could think of anything coherent to say, Zain had pulled her back into his arms, his arms firmly wrapped around her petite waist. He leaned forward, his lips slightly parted. Aaliya squeezed her eyes shut, clutching the lapels of his blazer, tightly, waiting for the moment to come. Those few seconds seemed like the longest wait of her life, as she held back. It seemed like an eternity, before Zain finally broke the space between them. It felt like a dream, Zain was kissing her. Not that she was surprised, he had been seriously trying to get that little private time for themselves, but the poor guy seemed to have hard luck. But now they were finally there, doing something, she'd never imagined they would. Aaliya hooked her arms around his neck, once again, as he leaned in further, deepening the kiss. He walked her backwards, without breaking the kiss, until her back touched the wall, caging her in between his arms. They held on for several minutes, until they finally lost breath and were forced to part. Aaliya placed a hand over her chest, as she breathed heavily, trying to control her erratic heart. Zain smirked, "Can we do that again?" She whacked him on his chest, lightly, "Besharam!" Zain broke into his boyish grin. "Princess, tum meri biwi ho. I can be as shameless as I want with you.", Zain declared. Aaliya giggled, "Pagal!" "But I know you loved it.", Zain stated.
"Loved what?"
"The kiss, duh."
Aaliya blushed, "No, I didn't!" Zain knitted his eyebrows together, "Achha?"
"Absolutely!", Aaliya insisted, although both of them knew she was fibbing. "But you kissed me back.", Zain stated, bluntly. Aaliya stared at him, totally flustered, "What?" "You wouldn't have kissed me back, if you didn't like it, but you did kiss me back.", Zain explained, he simpered, totally pleased with himself for putting her in the hot spot, once again. Aaliya pursed her lips. "Aisa kuch nahi hai!", she protested, failing miserably. "Really?", Zain folded his arms, leaning on the dressing table, showing her seductive smirk, "Then I think I'll have to make you like it. " Before she could process his words, Zain quickly leaned in and pecked her lips softly, lingering on for a few more seconds. Aaliya tried to keep the red off her face as much as she could, but quite obviously, she was flunking it terribly. Zain smiled inwardly at her, before turning around, walking towards the bathroom. Aaliya broke into a huge smile. Just before he could get in, she called out, "Zain." He turned around. "I loved it.", she finally admitted. Zain stared at her for a few seconds before replying, "I know you did." He winked at her, before turning away. She drew in a deep breath, smiling away as she recollected their first kiss, that was blissful.
Good? Bad? Horrid?
I know, it was just abt totally lame but I kinda just came up with it today n I just had to pen it down n this was the result. Well, I still hope u guys liked it! Plz do leave ur reviews behind! :)
Ramya 😊
P.S. Plz, buddy me for PMs on anything I write next. :)
