-Open Your Eyes, Remember Me- A ZaYa FF *Hiatus* (Note: Pg 56, 6/1) - Page 8

Open Your Eyes, Remember Me

Chapter 2: SNEAK PEEK

[FYI, Aaliya, Zain and Najma are in one team and Humeira, Nuzhat and Ayaan in the other.]

"Okay! Kaun aa raha hai aapki team se?" Humeira asked.

"Mein! Mein aaungi." Aaliya stepped forward.

"Tab toh jeet chuke ham." Zain said.

"Excuse me?" Aaliya scoffed.

"You're excused." Zain said, stepping aside and gesturing her to go.

"Huh.." Aaliya scoffed and turned towards Humeira.

"Movie name?" she asked.

After a good five minute discussion they finally decided upon a name which Nuzhat whispered in Aaliya's ears.

Aaliya's eyes widened. "Arey! Lekin yeh toh cheating hai! Iski acting kaise kar sakte hain? Iski koi acting hi nahin hai..." Aaliya argued.

"Everything is fair in love and war, Aapi." Nuzhat winked.

"And this , my dear Aapi, is war." Ayaan smirked.

"Aapi!" Najma called her. "Jaldi kariye. Hawa bahot tez chal rahi hai. Baarish hone waali hai shayad."

"Okay." She moved towards the center and turned towards her team members.

She cleared her throat and pointed her thumb towards the ground.

"Hindi movie hai." Najma said.

"Hmm." Aaliya replied and took out two fingers.

"Two words." Zain said.

"Hmm!" Aaliya said again.

Again she took out two fingers.

"Second word." Najma said.

Then she took out her two fingers again.

"Phir se? Yeh paagal hai Mamu Ki Bhaanji. Najma, ise nikaalo hamare team se. Kuch nahin aa--AAAhhh...OOUUcchh..." He screamed as Aaliya stomped her foot on his toes.

"Ummppp" She said keeping a finger on her lips, asking him to shut his mouth.

She turned towards Najma still showing the two fingers.

"Do? Fingers? Kyaaa Aapi?" Najma asked confused.

"Ughhh!!" She took out the fingers one by one. Showing two again.

"Two? 2?" Zain said.

"HMMM!!" Aliya jumped wildly.

"Okay so second word is two."

"GOLMAAL 2! Wow Ayaan! How original. Tumne hame Golmaal 2 di? That is so--"

"Oye hello! Hamne koi Golmaal two voo nahin di hai. Ullu nahin hain hum!" Nuzhat replied.

"Umm Umm" Aaliya made a heart shape with her hands.

"Tick Tick 1..." The other team screamed.

"Dil?" Zain asked.

Aaliya shook her head.

"Tick tick 2..."

"Pyaar?"

"Uhuh"

"Tick tick 3..."

"Love?"

It was a no from her side again.

"Mohabbat?"

"Tsk..UGHHH!" Aaaliya screamed frustrated.

"Tick tick 4..."

She pointed at him.

"Mein?" "Hmm.." She gestured him to come towards her. He complied.

"Umm." She pointed towards his jacket. "Ummm.." She said.

"Jacket utaaroon?" Zain asked bewildered.

"Hmm.." She said.

"Tick tick 5..."

"Badi cheap ho yaar tum. Mujhe strip karne ko keh rahi ho. Woh bhi aise public mein, sabke saamne. Haye meri izzat per kalank lagne waala hai..." He hugged himself, partly because of the drama he was creating but mostly out of cold. The cool wind blowing was not any help either.

She hit him and gestured him to hurry up as they were running short of time. "Okay..okay utaarta hoon, wait...Lo, pakdo. Ab?"

"Tick tick 6..."

She draped the jacket over her head and pouted and finally blew a kiss in the air. The wind was blowing her curls away from her face and to Zain she looked absolutel ethereal.

"Mamu Ki Bhaanji..." Zain said slowly. "Tum kehna kya chaah rahi ho? Mujhe tumahre iraade nek nahin lag--" Zain had not finished his sentence when suddenly he was pulled towards Aaliya and the jacket was now draped over both of their heads.

Aaliya grabbed his face in her hands and brought it close to hers, so much that they were merely inches apart. They were both breathing heavily.

"Ab samajh mein aaya...Mamu Ke Bete?" She whispered.

The wind took up speed and Aaliya gasped as the first droplets of rain showered upon her. Zain's jacket was almost useless in providing them shelter and water ran down their faces soaking them wet.

Zain snaked his arms around her waist bringing her impossibly closer, breathing in her scent.

"Aashiqui..." He breathed into her face.

Aaliya started to remove her hands from his face but Zain took hold of her hand with one of his, the other securely at her waist. He kept her hand back on the side of his face and covering it with his, he leaned into her touch. A touch he'd been craving for so long. A craving so intense that it was burning him from within.

Water ran like pearls down her face. Zain was so close that he could count the droplets on her eyelashes, hear the erratic rhythm of her heart which was matching his own.

He raised his hand and removed a lone strand of hair sticking to her face. He moved his hand along the side of her face, above her throat and tracing her collar bone he took hold of the side of her neck and tilted her face up. Aaliya fisted his shirt in her hands as Zain leaned in.

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