Chapter 4"Stella i am really worried for her!" Nazma takes a sip from her tea glass as her eyes concentrates on the monitor which reads the psychological history and their remedies and other tab is open on chemicals and their smells.
"Me too am worried about her, but in a way i am relax because she is under right care" stella pushes her hands in the back pocket of her jeans as she talks on phone
"Stell, i am worried about the phobia she has developed due to staying in dark for long period of time" namza starts with seriousness , pulling the spectacles off her eyes and massaging her points on nose with her two fingers.
"Yes i have spoken about her to james, and being the bond he is, i am sure he can easily deal with her." Stella laughs a little knowing the exact opposite issue that gonna be ariae in his place.
"I hope so too..." Nazma concludes with a sigh, she moves the cursor and reads out an article silently then pressing the print option she quickly says bringing a paper to fax machine.
"Stell, i am faxing you some report on her clothes diagnosis , which she had worn that day. I think i got something. Check it now, your machine".nazma bangs the desk in excitement and a broad smirk appears on stells lips.
"I think we got another clue"
Stells gets up with a victory walk and writes it on white board which already have few worda like zoya farooqui, family disownment, her family names college names, her dreams/ nightmares and the she adds below with a marker, rare gasolinr smell from her clothes- India' she marks india under circle and steps to balcony waiting for sunrise to start the hunt for criminals and crime.
In the midnight at 2, asad got up from his sleep on some muffle scream coming from upstairs. He ran to look at zoya with clear worry lines strrtching over his head.
"Zoya?" He knocked the door,prepared with gun loaded with bullets.
""Zoya, open the door!" He called out again banging his knucles on the door in a hope she will open it but her screams on contrary got even louder and painful with every attempt he made to make door open.
Finally, sliding the gun into his pocket he started to hit his side arms against the door as hard as possible and by the grace of god, the lock finally broke and door flew open.
Taking the gun out quickly he stepped inside searching for someone to shoot who is harming his responsibility at his own house. He aimed the four wall when his eye laid on zoya , her hands were clutching the sheets tight in her grip on both side, her legs were parted and her chest were abpve bed level with her hips rubbing on bed. Her head laid on bed just a part of it and her face shows immense pain coming from her body, her eyes were shut but watering and her lips continuously crying in muffles as if someone had kept a hand on her mouth to shut while doing wrong things to her.
Asad mouth opened in O and he quickly ran towards het , pulling her in to his arms he patted her back asking her to get up from whatever horrible dream she is dreaming. The time took for zoya to wakeup was not easy as her screams directly now bored into asad'w ears because of him holding her in hug whereas her nails didn't do any good to his flesh. Ignoring the discomfort she caused he tried again and again to get her up by shooking her body hard ; when he found she is too trap in her nightmare he picked her up in a way that her face had rested on his shoulder and he supported her by holding her bottom and headed towards washroom. Using one hand to open shower tap he still kept her in his arm with the other. The water from the tap were cold and it worked like syringes on both of theirs body, soon the screaming of her subsided and her eyes starts to flutter open eventually a tid by bit. He felt relief as her hands on his shoulder tightened for support,it gave him clear sighn board that she is waking up.
"Asad?" She called softly, surprise and shock both together to see herself all wet and in his arm.
Asad released the sharp air from him in relief and turned the tap off of the shower.
He looked down and smiled , shutting all the questions he had in his mind for later.
The little struggling of her showed that she wanted to get down on her feet and respecting her wish he led her to fall down.
"Asad, h-how?-" he shushed her before she could complete her question and with a sweet nod in no he asked her to wait while he went out clothes still dripping water. She stood there in washroom itself not knowing what to do till he comes, her eyes tried to search for the reason how she came here but her head gave it away with an ache. With a click of the door her eyes flick on asad who stood there looking at her, he had this white sheet in his hand and a towel which she had used earlier. She waited for him to hand it to her but he didn't, for unknown reason his eyes were fixed on zoya and he just could not take it off from her.
"Asad!" She finally whispered softly, and her petite voice made asad to get hold of himself, he shook his head to remove all thise explicit thought from his mind and with a cough he entered in,close to her.
"Zoya get dry with this towel and wrap yourself in to this , till then i will get you something to wear" he instructed her before he could feel same funny sensation in his heart by looking at her.
Zoya felt a blush creeping on her cheeks as she rewinds her hubby intense glares burning her with emotions, few minutes ago.
She did exactly what he said and in a while she too stepped out wrapping thw towel above her head and satin sheet on her body.
She carefully stepped out and waited for asad to bring her some clothes, just when she was thinking about him , he comes in again; this time with only single piece cloth in his hand.
"Asad where are my clothes?" She asked bitting her lower lips in tension.
"Umh" asad lost in thought for a minute at her question; " they are with Tailor ms farooqui"he shut his eyes for this fooliah excuse.
"All clothes!" She exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yeah, you wished to alter them as you had lost weight so ..umh. I gave them all to stich with your permission" he said and grinned like an idiot on his ownself.
"Oh, ok!" She simply said her eye still holds the feel of disbelief.
She took the shirt from his hand and on a reflex he turned himself, reminding his inner loafer, she is a victim and his responsibility so better behave himself!
" i m done!" He turned to her on her voice.
He was awestruck by this sight would be understatement all we can explain that the cloth setting on her less than half thigh with a slit at ends made him hot in his pants.
He felt his hands shivering on their own and his feet betrayed him, by creating pain in his lower abdomen.
"Why she has to be so hot!" He cried mentally.
Zoya looked amused at his changing expression but kept quite enjoying her hubby's attention.
"Shu stay shere,sme some soon good sight!" He said something in a form of muttering trying to look only at her face. Difficult job! With the pain he had'
"Asad!" She called him when he was about to leave in frustration of his tinglings.
"Yeah" he said battering his lashes in an attempt to mask a smile, difficult again!
"Can you stay here with me for a while, i -i dont get a good feel alone here" she twitched her nose in shiver and cold because of dampness in her skin and hair.
"Yeah sure! How difficult it can be" he stated the first line louder and the end was covered under the tongue.
Asad went back to zoya and then siding her he sat comfortably on her bed with his eyes fixed on her legs, then shifting it to tiles then legs; oh god ! Why me!' He yelled internally in frustration and a twitch face in cry.
Zoya tok quitely sat beside him infact close enough to touch their shoulder to shoulder across.
"Asad can i ask you something, i know i am suffering from temporary shock and thus my memories have fade it away but you can help me though in remembering abput our past life. I want to know about us!" she asked with a soft brow raised and low voice , showing her regret of forgetting theor moments in past.
"oh-K" he stretched the word more than needed and raised both hand in air bring back on to his laps with a sigh.
"Ask me, what you want to know!" He said prepare for the answers as guided by dilshad amd nazma; they knew she would ask him about her beong in hospital and so they told him to say its because of a collision with heavy transport vehicle which took a wrong turn and clashed into them.
Zoya nodded with the openness he showed her in replying and thus with this little encouragement she asked with a smile "asad how did we met ?" Amd here goes the bouncer he looked at her with a smile and then with a cry confused to do what at the time. Being in defence he obviously knew and could start woth hundred of stories on killing , murdering , ranson kidnapping etc. But to a fragile girl like her what story he should make to give her a fairy tale belief which obviously should be of some senses ; which seemed difficult on the exposion of her skin in all right places. without a say, he pulled her up from her arm and led her on bed taking the cover out, she protested a little but ignoring her question agaisnt him he pushed her inside the cover till her legs and other flamable parts were hidden under the sheets.
"You want me to say you how i met , i will ms farooqui but for that you have to be under them for me to think." He said in a stern voice and then leaving her in satin covers he stood up at a distance.
"Well it happened like this...-"
Edited by -TIARA - 11 years ago
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