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For a friend I am just getting to know, I do hope you like it. 😆 And if you don't, blame Rinki, she said it was nice, though I'm not particularly happy with the ending.
Enjoy!
Asma sighed, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed outside the room she was trapped in. It was dramatic, sure, but it was how she felt. Trapped, she sighed again, by her mother and her mother's high society friends. She wrinkled her nose as she thought of the reason her mother had dragged her with her to the country club. It surely involved a man, her mother's plans nearly always did. Sighing again (the third time in minutes, she was trying to break her record), she turned to check where her mother was, and if it was possible to make an escape.
Spotting her mother chatting with some ladies, all pretentious and the like, she stood up. Walking confidently, she made as if to the refreshments table, glad it had been set up near a door. She slipped out the glass sliding door, the fresh air welcoming her as she munched on an clair she had swiped off the table. She sauntered out onto the grass, letting herself soak in the atmosphere. She liked the country club well enough, it was fun to come and play tennis or go swimming, or even visit the extensive library. It was when she was dragged to these tea parties that she got bored.
Asma's attention was caught by the sight of the sprinklers on the golf course going off. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly finished her clair, wiping the little chocolate that had dropped onto the side of her mouth. Glancing quickly back inside to ensure that no one had seen her, she grinned cheerfully and made her way quickly towards the course.
She paused at the side, biting her lip as she contemplated the trouble she was sure to get into if she returned to the ballroom soaked. Throwing caution to the wind, she slipped her heeled sandals off and kept them to the side and ran barefoot onto the grass. The grass felt squishy beneath her toes, and she laughed, delighting in the feel of water droplets hitting her bare arms. She thanked whatever deity that had kept her from wearing the white dress that she loved so much.
She squealed, twirling, enjoying the sway of the blue fabric around her. Asma ran about like a little kid, amusing herself tremendously by running and dancing about. The curls that her mother had so painstakingly made her do lay damp on her shoulders. She did not notice the young man that had been passing by on the path behind her pause, and take in her form, the dress plastered to her body, her innocence and glee giving her a glow. A handsome smile crossed the man's face, and without thinking, he made his way to her.
Asma slipped slightly, and she was sure she would have fallen if not for two sturdy arms catching her around the waist. Her hands came to rest on broad shoulders, and her eyes met with intense dark ones. She was a bit unnerved at being so close to such a handsome stranger.
"Aren't you a little old to be playing with the sprinklers?" His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, which she tried to ignore as she shot him a disgruntled look.
"Do you always accost random girls?" she snapped back, before struggling slightly. "Let me up," she demanded. At his raised eyebrow, she sighed slightly and added, "Please?"
He smirked and straightened her up, letting go of her slowly. The warmth of his hands lingered on her, and she was aware of the blush creeping up her neck towards her cheeks. Raising her head loftily, she thanked him and hurried off. His gaze never left her, she knew, and so she never turned back despite the temptation.
Asma's mother was understandably appalled at her state, but there was nothing anyone could do, what with the young man she was to meet almost at the function hall. One of the ladies' soft shriek caught the scolding mother's attention.
"Prem, what happened to your shirt? It's all wet!"
Asma whirled around when 'Prem' replied. The same husky voice that had her shivering said, "It's nothing Mom, relax."
Asma's mouth dropped open involuntarily, and it was just her luck that he looked over then. He grinned as his mother brought him over, and as she snapped her mouth shut, winking at her cheekily.
She fought the blush that was again creeping up her cheeks as their mothers introduced them, and left them alone to 'get to know one another'.
"So do you often run around in sprinklers?" he teased.
She pouted, knowing that he could see the pink in her cheeks, and the embarrassment that coloured her face. "Do you often spy on girls like that?"
"It isn't spying if the girl is in a public place where everyone passes on the way here," Prem's eyes twinkled mischievously. Asma frowned, knowing he was right. She crossed her arms across her chest, and Prem laughed. It was sound that filled Asma with warmth, and she gave in to the smile that it elicited.
"Ay hai main marjaawa," he sighed, swooning slightly. At the look Asma gave him, he grinned, "Kya musqurahat hain!"
Asma blushed again, though she was no longer as annoyed as she had been when they first met. She had a feeling this man was going to be interesting to be around.
Do let me know what you think!
Love,
Radz
Enjoy!
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Asma sighed, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed outside the room she was trapped in. It was dramatic, sure, but it was how she felt. Trapped, she sighed again, by her mother and her mother's high society friends. She wrinkled her nose as she thought of the reason her mother had dragged her with her to the country club. It surely involved a man, her mother's plans nearly always did. Sighing again (the third time in minutes, she was trying to break her record), she turned to check where her mother was, and if it was possible to make an escape.
Spotting her mother chatting with some ladies, all pretentious and the like, she stood up. Walking confidently, she made as if to the refreshments table, glad it had been set up near a door. She slipped out the glass sliding door, the fresh air welcoming her as she munched on an clair she had swiped off the table. She sauntered out onto the grass, letting herself soak in the atmosphere. She liked the country club well enough, it was fun to come and play tennis or go swimming, or even visit the extensive library. It was when she was dragged to these tea parties that she got bored.
Asma's attention was caught by the sight of the sprinklers on the golf course going off. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly finished her clair, wiping the little chocolate that had dropped onto the side of her mouth. Glancing quickly back inside to ensure that no one had seen her, she grinned cheerfully and made her way quickly towards the course.
She paused at the side, biting her lip as she contemplated the trouble she was sure to get into if she returned to the ballroom soaked. Throwing caution to the wind, she slipped her heeled sandals off and kept them to the side and ran barefoot onto the grass. The grass felt squishy beneath her toes, and she laughed, delighting in the feel of water droplets hitting her bare arms. She thanked whatever deity that had kept her from wearing the white dress that she loved so much.
She squealed, twirling, enjoying the sway of the blue fabric around her. Asma ran about like a little kid, amusing herself tremendously by running and dancing about. The curls that her mother had so painstakingly made her do lay damp on her shoulders. She did not notice the young man that had been passing by on the path behind her pause, and take in her form, the dress plastered to her body, her innocence and glee giving her a glow. A handsome smile crossed the man's face, and without thinking, he made his way to her.
Asma slipped slightly, and she was sure she would have fallen if not for two sturdy arms catching her around the waist. Her hands came to rest on broad shoulders, and her eyes met with intense dark ones. She was a bit unnerved at being so close to such a handsome stranger.
"Aren't you a little old to be playing with the sprinklers?" His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, which she tried to ignore as she shot him a disgruntled look.
"Do you always accost random girls?" she snapped back, before struggling slightly. "Let me up," she demanded. At his raised eyebrow, she sighed slightly and added, "Please?"
He smirked and straightened her up, letting go of her slowly. The warmth of his hands lingered on her, and she was aware of the blush creeping up her neck towards her cheeks. Raising her head loftily, she thanked him and hurried off. His gaze never left her, she knew, and so she never turned back despite the temptation.
Asma's mother was understandably appalled at her state, but there was nothing anyone could do, what with the young man she was to meet almost at the function hall. One of the ladies' soft shriek caught the scolding mother's attention.
"Prem, what happened to your shirt? It's all wet!"
Asma whirled around when 'Prem' replied. The same husky voice that had her shivering said, "It's nothing Mom, relax."
Asma's mouth dropped open involuntarily, and it was just her luck that he looked over then. He grinned as his mother brought him over, and as she snapped her mouth shut, winking at her cheekily.
She fought the blush that was again creeping up her cheeks as their mothers introduced them, and left them alone to 'get to know one another'.
"So do you often run around in sprinklers?" he teased.
She pouted, knowing that he could see the pink in her cheeks, and the embarrassment that coloured her face. "Do you often spy on girls like that?"
"It isn't spying if the girl is in a public place where everyone passes on the way here," Prem's eyes twinkled mischievously. Asma frowned, knowing he was right. She crossed her arms across her chest, and Prem laughed. It was sound that filled Asma with warmth, and she gave in to the smile that it elicited.
"Ay hai main marjaawa," he sighed, swooning slightly. At the look Asma gave him, he grinned, "Kya musqurahat hain!"
Asma blushed again, though she was no longer as annoyed as she had been when they first met. She had a feeling this man was going to be interesting to be around.
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Do let me know what you think!
Love,
Radz
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
