Yes Boss: Part 35
Asad felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched Zoya slowly turn to face him, allowing his hand to skim her waist where she'd left it. She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek lightly, and he instinctively closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. He turned his head slightly, until his lips touched the edge of her hand, pressing against the skin between her index finger and thumb.
"Asad..." Zoya whispered hoarsely, the contact of his lips with her skin sending tingles right down to her toes. He was kissing the very spot in her mehndi design where the mehndiwali had hidden his name in Urdu... and he probably had no idea.
Asad's eyes flew open at that point, as he heard his name escape her lips, his eyes searching for hers frantically. The last time he'd heard her say his name was ages ago, and he couldn't help but notice how lovely it sounded in her voice, the extra emphasis on the s' in his name giving it a sexy edge.
Zoya's glance darted around unsurely, before she finally made eye contact with Asad. Even in the dark, she could sense the intensity with which he was looking at her. His eyes held a mixture of emotions, from hope, to uncertainty, to... passion. And to think she kept calling him emotionally challenged.
Zoya parted her lips, allowing a soft gasp to escape as she watched Asad's eyes grow darker, and that was all the invitation that Asad needed to close the distance between their faces and capture her lips with his own. Zoya wrapped her arms around Asad's neck as she he tightened his grip on her waist and gathered her closer to him, the slightest of moans amplified in the silence of the dark room.
Zoya bit Asad's lower lip playfully, earning a low growl from Asad as he used his tongue to push her teeth away, thus gaining entry into her mouth to let their tongues battle it out in their dance of passion. He clutched the dupatta that was now hanging precariously off Zoya's shoulders and pulled it off, throwing it over the side of the bed. Zoya smiled into Asad's lips, internally congratulating herself for unpinning her dupatta beforehand.
Zoya slowly skimmed her hands across Asad's shoulders from the back, before reaching the front to grab hold of Asad's collar. One of her hands greedily slid inside the fabric of his sherwani, taking advantage of the fact that he'd unbuttoned the first few buttons earlier.
"Take it off," Zoya finally whispered, her voice a little shaky as her fingers lazily stroked the little skin she had found access to. Asad paused for a few seconds to digest what she said, before letting go off her immediately, as he sat up on the bed.
Asad turned his head slightly to stare at Zoya, who was still lying on her side in a beautiful mess. They stared at each other in silence for a short while, the air thick with tension, before Asad reached for the edge of his sherwani with one hand and yanked it off the top of his head. He lay back down next to her before wrapping both his arms around her waist and pulling her close, their lips meeting yet again.
Their legs entwined naturally, dancing their own dance as they ran up one another's. Zoya felt Asad's hand wander up her back luxuriously, as he took in her curves. It finally stopped at the base of her neck, angling her head slightly as he broke away from her lips and trailed kisses down her neck. Zoya moaned slightly, running her fingers through his hair desperately, while her other hand trailed the muscles on his bare back shamelessly.
Asad fingered the zip at the top of Zoya's sharara, playing with it nervously. He felt Zoya's hand move away from his hair, as her fingers skimmed down his neck and rested on his chest, her palm pressing against his beating heart. Throwing caution to the wind, Asad began to unzip the fabric from the back, teasing her exposed skin with his fingers ever so slightly as the pulled the zip right down to the base of her hip.
Asad's hand found its way into her clothes, stroking her back innocently. Soon, his hand trailed back up, pulling the fabric off one of her shoulders, which he then immediately replaced with his lips, dropping kisses on her exposed shoulder. Zoya felt tingles of pleasure rippling through her as his harsh beard tickled her soft skin.
Zoya felt Asad move his hand to her back yet again, skimming the edge of her bra strap. She held her breath as he hooked his fingers into it, tightening it around her chest as he pulled it, in an attempt to unclasp it. After a little fumbling, Asad lifted his head from her shoulder, peering over it instead to see what the issue was with her bra.
"Damn it," Asad grumbled, as he squinted in the dark to try and figure out the strange contraption. The strap snapped onto Zoya's back painfully, making her yelp in shock... and helping her snap out of the daze she'd gone into.
"Mr Khan... Mr Khan, stop. Stop, please stop," Zoya pleaded suddenly, and Asad immediately removed his hand from her back. He cupped her face worriedly, scanning it as he tried to read her emotions.
"Kya hua?" Asad asked, stroking her bottom lip with his thumb before looking up into her eyes. He noticed the slight glistening that was beginning to appear in her eyes, a clear sign for tears to come. He nodded at her uncertainly, hoping she would explain what was wrong.
"Mr Kh... Mr Khan... Yeh sab... yeh sab asli hai... ya nakli?" Zoya finally managed to say, her question punctuated with sobs that she couldn't control. Asad stopped stroking her face, staring at her with confusion written in his eyes. Slowly, the confusion disappeared and turned into something hard, and unreadable.
"Aapko yeh sab nakli lag raha hai?" Asad asked incredulously, his voice dripping with sarcasm... and disappointment. Zoya pursed her lips and blinked a few times, trying to gather her wits to answer him.
"Ji," Zoya answered simply, using the hand that she had pressed against his chest to push him away from her. Asad obliged immediately, gritting his teeth as her answer sunk into him. He glared at her as he sat up, grabbing his sherwani from the ground and pulling it over his head again.
"Fine," Asad answered curtly as he turned away from her and climbed off the bed. He walked over to the green settee next to the window and lay down on it, turning to face the window wordlessly. Zoya stared at his back, blinking back her tears as she reached for her back to zip up her clothing. Slowly, she turned to lie on her back, staring at the ceiling blankly until exhaustion finally took over and she drifted off to sleep.
XXXOkay, NOW I'm sure I have no more readers left and I can stop writing forever hahahaha.
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