Chapter 10"Bhaijaan are you listening?" Imraan said softly turning few papers upaide down.
"Ye-yeah i am, you keep on reading it." Asad getaured him with hand to continue reading.
"Then kabir comes up through the ladder with flower and enters simran room through balcony..." Imraan ccontinues reading script unaware that asad mind is not at place he is juat physically sitting here whereas he is mentally somewhere else. Since morning he is in this state of mind, no mattwr how hard he tries his mind keep slipping towards zoya and the sensation she creates in him.
Just then he hears her voice, "welcome ms farooqui, howz you today?" Tanveer welcomes zoya as soom as she spots zoya walking in through gate with her camera man. The same man whom asad have beaten.
"Hi, tanveer. I am good. How is your day. Why so early shoot? Something spicy cookimg for audience?" She asks playing with the paper in her hand as she can see asad eyes in her direction.
"Yeah, kind off. You can take your seats till then i will soon get preparation for your star interview. Ok." Tanveer offered and zoya readily accepted with a smile.
"Ap waha baith jaiye, i have some work. I will just come" she asked her camera man to seat while she walked back to her car,knowing very well that asad's eyes are following her every where.
"Imraan! Wait. I will be right back" asad stopped imraan from reading further , he got up from seat and walked in other way opposite to where zoya had gone.
"Ji ammi, main kha lungi. Ap fikar na kare" zoya tiredly tried to convince her mom showing few tablets in air through phone.
"Dekh wo peeli(yellow) wali hai use tujhe abhi khana hai, or wo lal(red) wali tujhe ek ghante bad. Beta bhool mat jana warna tera bukhar(fever) or bad jayega" razia said very concerned , yet strict voice.
"Ammi ap se kaha na maine, kha lungi dawai time per." Zoya almost felt lost of energy by the weakness caused due to mild fever.
"Acha theek hai, khyal rkhna apna beta. Main fir phone krungi" razia pulled up the phone from her ear and gave it to humaira to disconnect it.
" ji ammi!" Zoya too disconnected the call.
"Kya hua hai, apko. Ms farooqui?" Zoya got scared as she turned and crashed on his toned chest. He was standing too close for her likes.
"Tum yaha?, tum to waha gaye the?" She blurted out innocently and a well firm smirk appeared on asad's lips.
"So you're noticing me?" He said in a kind of relief as he felt she is ignoring him since when she entered.
Zoya bitted her cheek on her foolishness; " no i did not, anyways it doesn't matters" she sighed sadly tying to turn and go away from there but before she could she hears his voice again this time,its wrapped out totally with concerns and feelings; " zoya tell me, why are you having those medicines? Are you not well?" He looked at her back as she had turned but with his genuineness she is forced to see him again.
"I am ok Mr Khan. You dont need to worry for me." She says in bitter voice. The anger she had stored and the disappointment she felt from the time she was rejected by him for almost a kiss, was quietly evident in her taunts.
"But i do care zoya, and nothing can stop me here." He took a small step more in a way that he ia almost hovering above her face.
"You are having fever!?" He asked and stated together as his hands check the temperature of her by her temple.
Zoya pushed his hands off her and took a step back; " i said i am fine. You dont need to show your concerns for me. I can take care of myself." She states with narrow eyes amd asad eyes almost instantly showed hurt.
"No you are not." He said sternly pulling her close to him and checking again her temperature with all rights on her. This time she did not push him or taunt him any more,the worry he had were sincere emotions and no matter how much she wanted to deny, her heart worked against er theory.
"Let me call for on set doctor, he will treat you well" he says circling his arm around zoya's shoulder.
"Asad i am fine, why are you doing this?" She said struggling on sofa in vanity van.
Asad rolled her sleeves up, with no second thought and signed doctor to give injection to her.
"What? No!" She screamed as she saw the injection coming in contact with her skin. She started to struggle more, making it difficult for doctor to pin her the syringe.
"You have to stop moving ma farooqui!" Doctor calmly warned her; " or else the needle will broke in you" he completed his sentence, making the already freaking zoya more freak on the pitcher of needle breaking in her while asad just looked at doctor with an intention to kill him for his worst timing advice;" No please!" She started to freak out badly Trying to get up from seat, no matter how hard asad tried she bounced her hips for every attempt she could practically make.
"Zoya do you trust me!" Asad voice suddenly calmed her nerves for no reason and despite of her crying fat drops from eye she replied in yes.
"Then let doctor do his Job, nothing will go wrong. I am here to take care for that." He said so calm and composed tone that it instantly made zoya anxiety dies on spot.
She looked at him with a slight nod ,gaining asad confidence that she is with him on full trust.
Asad got on his knee and looked at zoya in her eye; " look at me, dont give attention to what doctor is doing" he said taking her one hand in his.
Zoya absently nodded her head in yes as she kept her other hand loose to inject.
"You know , how beautiful you are?" He said in mesmerizing tone, in a side he hints doctor to do his work quick.
"And you are a very brave girl as well, or else who has a guts to pull up such risks like what you do to save your job" he hints at the camera that she had hided in her purse. And knowing where he is hinting her, she smiles with a blush.
"And you know, you look more beautiful when you smile, just like an innocent flower." He adds with sweet touch with index finger circling on the hand that she is holding him, actually digging her fingers in his skin; still he donot take his hands off infact he keeps a pure smile on his face all the time, knowing the doctor too is smiling at them while he takes needle out.
"Done!" He said once he replaces the needle witha cotton soaked with some liquid on the pierced area.
Zoya looks at her arm in surprise as she really did not believe he made her to do something which even her mother possibly failed after she grew up.
"Thanks!" She whispers softly looking at asad.
"Ok ms farooqui , those medicine you are having are perfectly fine so continue their dosage as told you. I am not giving yoy any addition to the tablets you already have." He said smiling at zoya and in revert she too smiled at him back like asad did a minute ago.
Zoya took her hand of him as she watched doctor leaving the van through the corner of er eyes; " i think i should leave now, my cameraman must be waiting for me" she excused her self but found difficulty in getting up on the pressure asad have had on her arm; " let me see first!" He said walking to otherside and raisimg his fingers to massage the cotton which doctor applied her To stop bleeding if any.
"Asad why are you doing this to us?" Zoya said after intently watching his face for a while.
"I am doing what zoya?"asad asked raising his brow innocently.
"This, one minute of hatred and other minute of-" she stopped in middle; " forget it" she said sofrly mildly above whisper.
"I do care for you zoya, i do" he said with honesty in his eye, making hwr almost melt her heart.
"If you did, you would not be this rude to me the other day" she sobbed softly placing an index finger below her eye to catch tears.
" hey! Shhh" he took her face in his both hands by thw side; " don't cry please" his voice had remarkable thickness if begging more then request.
"I thought you would regret it later if i flow in that moment. Our emotions were high may be after that you" he stopped looking in her eyes and aimed himself at the place next to her face; " would not want me to see again and take me again wrong, which you already did once" he said softly rewinding the incident where she had arrested him in past.
Zoya threw his hamds off her face and stood up with anger.
"Allah miya what is wrong with you asad? Why are you so complicated head? " she started giving breif hand gesture on every word marking her anger with each sentence; " you had slapped me in front of whole society and media, do you know how much embarrassment i had face after you left. It was more tha you could imagine. Its so insulting to get slap in front of everyone" she cried heavily poking an index finger in his chiseled chest.
"And what are you saying about arresting? Yes i did filed a complaints against you but it was not foe the moment we spent later, it was for the ugly thing you did it there in award function For which you deserve the punishment. And you listen mr khan i am repeating one and last time for you. If i had arrested you than i had also bailed you.you know why? Because i feel for you mr khan. No matter hiw hard i try but all those moments that got me close to you, just refuse to leave my sight. You!" She wiped a tear that stained her cheek.
"How easily you walked from there?" She said referring to thw last encounter she had with asad in rain; " but me, i just could not make myself get out of the shock you gave me there." She looked down on floor to the right replaying all the feeling she felt under wet clouds.
"You know what? Mr khan" she screamed in top of her lungs; " i hate you! I hate you so very much" she made a disgusted face and then looking at her body she continued her confession; " i hate you to make me crave for you. I hate you for controlling my heart, it lives on your presence and dies on not seeimg you" she again looked at asad with anger, who was simply standing with moist eyes, opening and closing his mouth several times to form some words but failing in every attempt he made; "you know why i am here? " she waited for him to speak but all she could see was the tear that rolled down from his chin to floor, "because no matter how angry i am, or how much i dislike you! But i have lost an habbit to breathe without you around asad, i feel so heavy here" she points at her
Heart, " this gets so heavy and painful than ever. Making me run bare foot towards you, to see you, to hear you, to feel you!" She breaks between each words as her tears and crying never stops for once; " oh god! You are the only person whom i hate the most asad. I hate you. Yes i hate you asad. I hate you" she cried and cried for plenty of minutes more and asad who was standing there wept silently as he tried hard to control and understand what he was feeling now, he felt happy relax , hurt angry and annoyed with ownself. He was tii confused at this minute that he didnt even realise when she left the van.
"Zoya!" He closed his eye letting the tears fall more with every words and confession she made to him.
Edited by -TIARA - 11 years ago
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