Asya SS : Interview: Thread two *Parts 6 to 10* :) - Page 20

Asad's POV

Crash!

I opened my eyes quickly as I heard a glass breaking sound. I noticed that Zoya was trying to get up.

"Zoya!" I quickly hurried to her. But she suddenly put hands on the ground and yelped in pain. What happened? I looked down at my feet and realized that I was stamping her hands which were shielding me from glass pieces.

"Zoya?! Are you mad? Can't you just keep those hands of yours in control" I scolded as I started taking out the glass pieces from her hand. They hurt her very badly. Although they hurt her, but I felt the pain in me.

"Ah... You... were about ... to hurt yourself Mr. Khan" She said in between her painful sobs. I looked at her with amazed by that stupid gesture of hers. She was still closing her eyes in pain while tears were streaming out. Her head's wound looked as if it had bled again. I slowly plucked out the glass pieces.

"Ah!!" she hissed in pain.

"It's okay... I will take them out slowly" I said reassuringly. After I took out all the glass pieces I rushed to bring the first aid box. By the time I reached she was looking a bit better than before. I carefully cleaned her wounds and wrapped the bandage around her hands. She was still quiet. I supposed that she must be in pain. She was still wearing the same gorgeous sari. But this time she was looking pale in it.

"How are you feeling now?" What kind of stupid question is that Asad, I cursed myself.

"Good" She whispered softly.

"How is your head now?" I asked while filling a glass of water.

"It is paining a bit." She said while touching her wound with her injured hands.

"Hey! Don't touch!" I reprimanded her. She drew her hand back to her lap.

"Take these pain killers, it will help you from pain" I said while giving her tablets. She took them and swallowed carefully.ese

"Mr. Khan, How did I end up here" She said confusion evident in her eyes.

"You met with an accident Ms. Farooqui. I was passing by and brought you my home. You see I didn't know your place" I explained her.

"Oh!" came her reply. Just then Ammi entered the room.

"Ms. Farooqui meet my Ammi, Dilshad Khan" I introduced her. Zoya smiled at her. She was still in pain, that was quiet evident. Of course she will be pain Asad, you yourself stamped on her hands.

"Zoya, what happened to your hands beta" Ammi asked her while brushing her hair.

"Ammi, glass pieces pierced her hands" I replied hesitatingly.

"Allah! Be careful" She said while cupping her cheeks.

"Sure Aunty" Zoya replied with a smile. "Anyways it's not paining now" She said while paying with her hands in air. How stupid can she be? I myself took out the glasses from her hand and experienced the pain, but she says she doesn't feel anything.

Zoya slowly started getting up but was stopped by my Ammi.

"Where are you going" I asked.

"Office Mr. Khan. I am already getting late" She said while adjusting her sari.

"Today is Sunday Ms. Farooqui"

"Oh! Then I have to go to my home"

"You are not going anywhere" I said straightly. She gave me a questioning glance before lowering her eyes.

"Ms. Farooqui, you are still hurt and you told me that you live alone, so its better if you stay here" I said while making her understand her plight.

"But Mr. Khan-"

"No ifs or buts Zoya, you are staying here and that's final. If you want you can go directly to your office from her. By then you would recover." Ammi stated.

"I don't even have a dress to wear Aunty" She said while trying to brush her hair with her injured hands. Is that even a reason?

"You can wear my daughters clothes, she is somehow away from NC"

"It's decided then, Ms. Farooqui is staying here" I said to make them realize my presence.

"You change and take rest Ms. Farooqui, by that time Doctor will come and check your wounds." I said before leaving the room.

I soon found myself on the bench of our garden. Why was I so concerned about her well being?

"It's the L word beta" I remembered Ammi's words.

But still I had my insecurities. What if she does not have the same feeling? What if she is not the one for me and my family?

"You were about to get hurt Asad" I remembered her words. Her selflessness again made me believe in the unbelievable.

Just then my phone started ringing with Prasad's name on it.

"Yes Prasad?" "Oh they are coming today? Why so urgently?" "Okay I will be there" with that I clicked the end button. I have a meeting today, which means I have to go to office today, which means I have to leave Zoya. I closed my eyes in frustration. Every topic for me ends at Zoya.

I slowly walked to my room. The door was slightly open. So I thought that she must have left the room. But to my surprise she was still in there. My oxygen supply seemed to go down when I saw her.

She was wearing blue shorts which were the shortest shorts I have ever seen. God, she had amazing legs, long and slender. Upon that she was struggling to wear the zip of her top. I could easily see her glowing back through her half open zip. The black top of hers was igniting her fair back. She was beautiful!

"Stubborn Zip" She cursed while still struggling to pull up the zipper with her wounded hands. I chuckled on her method of trying. She was funny, but that made her look hot!

Didn't I tell she hypnotizes me with her beauty? That led me walk towards her. I cautiously took her wounded hands and slowly left them.

"Can I help you Ms. Farooqui?" I asked trying to gain my loosing will power. She nodded slowly while still breathing heavily. So I did affect her. I carefully took the zipper in my hand while touching her bare back with my knuckles. She had an amazing back.

I pulled her closer to me with the zipper. She gasped at the sudden movement and at our close posture. I could now listen to her heavy breathes. Slowly I moved the zipper up while inhaling her intoxicating fragrance. Only god knew about my strong will power which has stopped me from actually feeling her soft back. To save me from this torture, the zipper found its end so did our sweet moment. I closed my eyes, before moving away from her.

"Done Ms. Farooqui "I said while moving towards the wardrobe.

"Thank you" I heard her mutter before leaving the room. She drives me crazy. I closed my eyes to clear the thoughts of her, which were no way ready to leave my mind anytime soon. While searching for a good shirt, I found the white shirt which had her mark on it. That day in the lift she had accidently kissed my shirt. I didn't know why but I still font feel like giving it for a wash. It still had her fragrance in it. I smiled remembering our intimate moments like the one in the party. She hypnotizes me! I cursed while moving to take a shower, rather a cold one.

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I opened my house door with a heave hand, today was a very tiring day in office. Upon that, Zoya's intimidating thoughts were continuously bugging my already confused brain. As I entered the hall, my weariness was replaced by contentment. What I saw just warmed my heart, without any reason.

I saw my mother and Zoya talking and laughing while cooking the dinner. They both got along so well that, if a stranger comes and sees, will surely think that they were family. The word family felt so right and gave warmth to my heart. I felt to be greeted with such a scene everyday when I enter my house. But Zoya is not family right? Is she not, my hear poked at me.

"Phuphi, you sit down, you already made so much. Now it's time for me to cook" Zoya was saying to Ammi while making her sit on the chair near the kitchen counter. That small gesture of hers made me feel so happy that somewhere I started to accept that she is the one.

"But Zoya-"

"No but, No IF" she said while showcasing a fake anger.

"Good evening" I said finally to make them know that I was being an intruder in their conversation.

"Oh Good evening Mr. Khan" Zoya said chirpily, she was looking healthier now and also happier. Finally she has overcome the pain.

"Arey, Asad when did you come? Anyways go fresh up and come dinner is ready."

"Jee Ammi, by the way how are you now Ms. Farooqui" I asked while loosening my tie.

"More than better Mr. Khan" she said while coming out of the kitchen. She was still wearing those shorts and was displaying those sexy legs of hers. Why can't she just understand my situation? I sighed.

"Okay then" With that I went to my room to freshen up. I took a shower while still thinking about the day. I came out and wore my tracks and was about to wear my shirt when I heard her storm into my room.

"Mr. Khan Vo-" Done she was sealed by my looks. I smirked at the fact that she was spell bound by me. Hm... tables can turn around.

"Six packs" she questioned herself while still gazing at my body. She was still gaping at me. I chuckled at her amazed expression.

"Yes?' I asked her while making her come out of her bubble.

She suddenly turned away "Sorry Mr. Khan, I didn't see anything. I swear. I just came by to call your six packs... ooops.. Stupid me! I mean I came to call you for the dinner as you were getting late" She quickly ran away from the room. I giggled again at her.

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Dinner was a silent affair. We were just discussing about Zoya and her family. She had her parent living in LA and her sister in Washington. She was deprived of her family but still she kept on working. I slowly moved to the garden for some fresh air. I was amazed at the fact that Ammi and Zoya became so close just in a day.

"Counting the stars Mr. Khan?" she came and sat beside me.

"No just thinking over things"

"Oh... "She said while crossing her legs. She was now wearing a full length tracks. To save herself from the cold weather, I supposed.

"Thank you Mr. Khan" She whispered.

"For?"

"For everything, for saving me from the accident, for taking care of me yesterday and for making me meet an amazing person like phuphi. " She said. Her face was now clearer with the bandage removed around her head She was just wearing a small band-aid on the wound. Still her face was glowing in the moonlight.

"It's nothing Ms. Farooqui. I did everything what I could do, nothing extra." She looked at me questioningly. I couldn't figure out why.

"Am happy that you found my Ammi is amazing" I said to start a conversation.

"She made me feel like a family"

"Of course you are a family Ms. Farooqui" words slipped out of my mouth even before I can think.

"I mean you are like our family Ms. Farooqui" She first smiled showing her dimples again retreated back.

You have an amazing house Mr. Khan"

"Thank you, It's just my architecture skills" She chuckled on that. Am sure she must be thinking am a self centered person.

"So feeling better now?" I asked while pressing her hand with mine.

"Yeah...Kind of actually... Doctor has given me a pill which has made me drowsy. "

"Oh! Then you should go sleep Zoya, again if you won't get enough sleep today you would have to take rest tomorrow" I was talking but soon stopped when I felt a weight on my shoulder. I looked at the weight and realized that it was a very beautiful Zoya resting on my shoulder.

At that minute I realized that life cannot me more perfect than that moment. I felt a need of seeing her like this every day, every night, every minute. She snuggled against my shoulder and a smile crept on my face seeing her happily asleep.

I gently scooped her into my arms and took her into her room. She cuddled in my arms in the cutest way possible. She was the perfect fit for me. I smiled at her lovingly.

As I gently laid her down, she clutched the collar of my shirt. I cautiously removed her hold ensuring that she doesn't wake up. She was smiling in her sleep.

I walked towards the door and gave her one last look. That moment I understood that my heart was no more with me; It had long gone flying to the lady who was now asleep, in front of me.

Yes! I love her! I Love Zoya!

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