ASYA OS: That First Glance
So, my beautiful friend Faria (Princess101) requested an OS with the following story, (well I made up the story, she only gave me a setting) so yes, this OS is dedicated to her! I don't know why I called it that tbh, don't ask. Please don't kill me if I've ruined your pre-fangirling session Faria. Try and enjoy, don't throw any tomatoes at me. Ermm I think you might not want me to give me the OS request list because of my horrendous writing! I know you'll hate it so I'm not going to declare this a requested thread! Love you though beautiful lady, you always make me smile!
P.S. For her sake and all readers sake, all my stories, KaBhi portray our beautiful Asya. <3
P.S.S. Remember, because of you I couldn't follow my no writing for a month rule! Hmphhh!
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He revved his bike engine to make his presence known to all the on lookers as if they weren't already aware of him. His eyes tore through his RayBans, with his one look he captured every detail of his college campus in his eyes; nothing interested like always. He had been away for the last two months, and being the son one of the most important trustees of the college; he really had an advantage over the rest of them. If returning from his summer holidays two months late is an advantage, then heck yeah, he was totally making use of it.
A small grin played on his lips receiving the attention from every female species present on the campus; he played it casual as usual. He didn't mind the male attention, but he didn't quite swing that way. He sat upright on his bike tensing his arms and twisting his neck, he waited for the oohs and ahhs. He unzipped his leather jacket, removing it slowly; the attention that he was attracting was burning him. He swiftly moved his legs over his bike, removing the jacket and holding it over his shoulder. He removed his RayBans, gracing the college with his perfect brown hazel orbs. A small chuckle left his perfectly shaped lips; he shook his head walking towards the college building. Asad Ahmed Khan had entered the college.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at Asad?!" The Assistant head barked at him, Asad leaned against his chair mentally preparing himself for the lecture.
"It was only two months!" Asad replied casually. "Ms Ahmed emailed me all the work, I can assure you that you won't have to talk to your boss" Asad spoke sarcastically.
"Ms Ahmed is not your teacher this year Asad! You listen to me clearly, no more okay, I have had enough of your nonsense. You're a bright student, stop playing with your future." Zakir hammered the table, Asad shook his head; poor guy. "Don't look at me like that; you're not here because of your father you know. You're here because Ms Ahmed was able to convince sir that you still have a chance. Don't let her down" Zakir eyed him. "Do you hear what I'm saying, catch up or else"
"Yes boss" Asad saluted him playfully getting up from the chair. He purposely closed the door harder than he should've; Zakir will get the point.
"Heyyy man! Thank you for honouring us with your presence" Harshad put his arms out dramatically bowing every moment or so. Asad laughed grabbing a bottle from one of the kids passing by and threw it towards Harshad. "How much I've missed your beatings!" Harshad chuckled running towards him and grabbing him into a hug. Asad hugged him reluctantly,
"Don't ruin his outfit yaar, he must've spent hours in front of the mirror!" Came a voice from behind; Ayaan. Asad turned around and threw him a look. "Heyyy, I missed you buddy!" Ayaan had a cheesy smile on his face.
"WHAT?" Asad spoke irritated feeling Harshad poke his sides.
"Yaar, sexy ladies at 12 O' Clock!" Harshad brushed his hair back, licking his lips. Asad shook his head; he'll never grow up. "Yeeaaahhh baby, take my number." He took out shredded papers from his pocket and threw it towards them. The girls threw him daggers before running away. "Call me baby, what is she called again?"
"They were ogling at Asad doofus" Ayaan hit his head, "Stop pretending you know their names. Desperado. Asad yaar, this one has been pecking my head for the last two months" Ayaan complained, Asad leaned against the brick wall in deep thought ignoring their bickering.
"I do yaar, Maria, Fariha, naaa, ya habibi, Marianna, Arianna, whoever you are come to me baby!" Harshad hit his chest lusting after every girl that passed by. Asad shot him a look, Harshad straightened up instantly.
"What is up with you yaar?! You're too quiet, has something gotten into you?" Ayaan hit his shoulder; Asad looked up at him and scrunched his nose. They both burst out laughing.
"What do you want me to do? Jump the next girl that passes by? I think those kind of days are for Harshad only!" Asad laughed.
"Then what kind of days are for you? Where's the playboy attitude, you are THEEE Casanova of this college, EVERY YEAR, since I was born!"
"HEYYY, I aint got no playboy attitude" Asad spoke defensively, "Since you were born eh?" He raised his eyebrow smirking.
"Yeah bro. Think you've stolen every girl I was ever attracted to. Heck, you stole my mother with your cuteness" Ayaan spoke disgusted at his friend.
"I have realised it's not all about girls. Education is important!" Asad spoke seriously. Ayaan looked at him with wide eyes.
"What happened to education is important to GET the girls motto! Heck, I've put my head down for no reason" Moaned Harshad slumping on a chair next to Asad.
"To be honest Asad, your image is too overrated!" Ayaan spoke truthfully.
"HUH?" Asad and the gang looked at him.
"Let me tell you the truth about ASAD AHMED KHAN" Ayaan preached, the gang leaned closer. "This guy who you idolise so much has never gone beyond a simple peck on the lips" He smiled deviously. He loved unmasking his friend's image. Asad shrugged his shoulders in defeat. The gang pressed their temples in frustration.
"UFFTTT! I lost my virginity yaaar thinking I'd be as cool as you!" Robin got up and walked away pretending to be annoyed. Everyone looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter holding onto their stomachs. Asad smiled; he missed these guys. Ayaan leaned against his shoulder,
"So tell me, what have you been doing to clean your soul?" Ayaan grinned.
"I listened to Ammi for once" Asad placed his Ray-Bans back on and walked off. Ayaan looked on; the dude hasn't lost his style.
"Asad!!!!!" Ayaan called from behind. Asad carried walking throwing him a side glance for him to catch up with him. "Yaar, You'll make me exercise for the whole year in one day!" Ayaan spoke panting. He wiped sweat off his forehead to dramatize his situation. "Ms Ahmed gave me this, she wants to see you."
"Argh!" Asad grunted, his last two lessons have been a torture. He enjoyed business and accounts but today has just been one of those days where he couldn't grasp anything. "I want to go home man!"
"Running away already?" Ayaan teased. Asad grunted moving towards his bike, he glared at everyone coming his way. "Where are you going?"
"Lunch break!" Asad was about to get on his bike when he watched his mates run towards him, his eyes widened further seeing them hold buckets and bowls in their hands. Shit. "I swear to God I will kill you Ayaan" Asad threatened running around his bike dodging their throws. They had everything you could think off; coloured water, eggs, flower, squished petals, maybe even their own shit.
Ms Ahmed will save me. If I'm not in her class next year you can do whatever you like. But trust me... I'm never wrong. She loves me too much.
"What happened?" Ayaan laughed joining his mates. "Think you missed your welcome back present" Ayaan picked up the pie. Asad dodged every throw, every hit as they came. His squirmed like a kangaroo from one part of the campus to another.
"Chill yaar!" Asad shouted, he turned around to face them and smiled deviously. He ducked as he watched Ayaan throw the pie towards him. He spread his arms out victoriously getting back up. Missed me. He stared at their shocked faces hiding their hands behind their backs blinking back at him.
"What happened now?" Asad mocked a laugh. He turned around following their gazes; he was met with a strong scent of the girl's perfume. He blinked watching her furiously wipe the white scream off her face, spitting and fussing trying to remove the sticky feeling off her. She looked down at her dress and wiped her new peachy pink anarkali dress.
"This was brand new" She whispered sadly wiping the mess off her. Asad's eyes tried to remain focused inhaling her scent as the tip of her head touched his chest whilst she looked down; he was intoxicated. He felt her shake her head disappointed; she stepped around him without looking up to see who it was.
"Nooo" He heard her voice behind him; he turned quickly to find his friend drenching her with the hosepipe.
"Stop it guys" Asad scolded his friends.
"Zoya" Najma rushed towards her from the gawking crowd. She glared at Asad; You'll never change. He shrugged his shoulders innocently. "Are you okay?" She cupped her face, her shy friend nodded in her hold tucking her hair back clutching her duppatta to save herself from the embarrassment.
"Grow up guys" Najma scowled at them. Asad nodded his head at his friends as his sister's scolding made him feel guilty.
Ayaan nudged Harshad, who kicked the guy next to him. Asad stared at the girl's back; he tore his gaze away being able to see more than he wanted through her wet dress that stuck against her like second skin.
"Tamater!" Asad called, he threw his leather jacket towards her. Najma caught it with wary expressions and placed it over Zoya to stop her from feeling even more embarrassed. Asad tensed hearing her sniff; she was going to cry. Najma placed her hand over Zoya's shoulder and supported her towards the college building. Zoya brushed her tears away before slowly turning her head to look back at the voice she kept hearing.
I stared at her back wondering what it was that was making me feel so guilty. I glared at my friends who were at no fault whatsoever, I shouldn't have ducked.
As I watched her leave, I stepped forward not wanting to increase the distance between us. She slowly turned around... and I was left mesmerized. Her kohl lined eyes bore into mine, her plumped pink lips, her rosy cheeks and her black curls spoke to me. I tilted my head forward not wanting her to tear her gaze away, I pleaded desperately for Najma not to take her away. I looked down at my chest, I could feel something beating inside of me, something I never knew existed until now. That one glance and she blew me away.
"Earth to Asad?" Ayaan shouted before throwing a water balloon towards him, Asad caught it in his hand and squeezed it making the water splash against his face. He shook his hair and rubbed his face. Harshad blinked.
"Are you done with your sexy move thing to attract the girls?" Harshad taunted rolling his eyes. He rubbed over his face and hair demonstrating what Asad was doing. Asad chuckled.
"You got me guys!" He admitted defeat before rushing inside. He crazily browsed the college corridors; he found Najma and hurried towards her.
"Tamater, sorry. I didn't mean to, those guys..." Asad explained. Najma crossed her arms and looked away waiting near the girl's toilets for her friend. Asad pleaded for her to hear him.
"Your trip to Kashmir did you no good" Najma huffed. "Thought you changed!" She twisted her mouth; she was angry at her brother for coming back and creating a ruckus on his first day. On top of that, though unintentionally, he made Zoya cry.
"Is your friend okay?" Asad asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"She's fine" Najma blocked his view; Asad tried getting a glimpse of her as she came out of the bathroom.
"What do you have next?" Najma asked rubbing her back. Zoya was a quiet girl, who liked to keep herself to herself. She moved to Bhopal three months back, she lived a few doors away from Najma. It didn't take them long to become good friends as they were both alike. Najma tried to protect her from her brother's gang all these days; she felt bad seeing her cry, miserably failing to keep her away from them. She must've lost the bit of self-confidence she had left in her today.
"English" Zoya whispered. Asad's heart strings burst; her voice was so soft, so melodious though it seemed like a sad melody. Her sad voice was doing something to his insides. He tried to get another glance of her face but no luck as Najma acted as her bodyguard cloaking her from everyone.
"English" Asad repeated, his eyes glistening with excitement; my favourite subject. He rushed behind them to realise she was in Ms Ahmed's class. Lucky or what? He grumbled loudly standing in the middle of the corridor watching Najma comfort her before rushing towards her own class. Asad brushed his hair back and paced towards the class. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and a crooked smile on his face. He loved Ms Ahmed.
"Ms Ahmed" Asad purred at his English teacher. Miss Ahmed looked up from her books and shook her head.
"Not now Asad, I've got a class. Come back later. Shooo" Ms Ahmed flapped her hands trying to get rid of the chick magnet that was going to distract her glass. The whole class watched. Asad didn't budge, his eyes slowly moved towards Zoya. He loved the way her loose hair danced over her face. She was biting her pen nervously staring at the book in front of her. He admired her twitching red nose, he wanted to gaze into her eyes once more.
"Watcha doing?" Asad looked over at Miss Ahmed again. She sighed in defeat.
"What do you want Asad?" Miss Ahmed asked him. Zoya looked up suddenly, her eyes landed on Asad's face, his eyes twinkling at their teacher. She watched the sudden change of atmosphere in her class by his presence. The giggling and the laughing refusing to leave her ears. Her hand went over his jacket holding it tightly over her. Asad smiled being able to feel her touch against his jacket.
"Well, unless you want me to skive every English lesson this year, I suggest you find me a seat in this class" Asad smiled widely blackmailing her knowing she was the only teacher who actually cared about his education. Miss Ahmed pressed her temples; this kid will ruin her career.
"You know what Faisal is like. He will be offended if you move from his English class. I didn't make the timetables this year, I'm sorry Asad" She spoke sadly. Zoya eyes moved back onto Asad.
"Well then." Asad frowned, "Let me know if you want anything from Mcdonalds" He walked away.
"Asad go to your class!" Miss Ahmed shouted behind him, her voice echoing into the empty corridors. He turned around and smirked at her. She hit her forehead. "Come inside and sit idly. Don't you dare disturb anyone!" She warned him. He nodded his head like an obedient child walking inside with a pout. A victorious pout. He pushed the geeky looking kid away and settled on the seat behind Zoya. Zoya tried to stop giggling at the way he blackmailed Miss Ahmed. Asad smiled being able to hear her. He leaned against his hand and wondered; what the hell was he actually doing?
"Has everyone got their essays?" Miss Ahmed asked. There were sudden murmuring in the class. "Zoya, have you thought over what I said sweetheart?!" Asad watched her back as she nodded quietly. He glared at everyone to quieten down so that he could listen to her voice.
"I don't want to play Juliet Miss" Zoya answered quietly. Miss Ahmed kneeled in front of her,
"Why not?" She frowned trying to look into her eyes. Zoya lacked the confidence to be able to perform in a play but she had to get out of her shell. She was very talented.
"I'm not too confident with this sort of thing." Zoya fidgeted looking around the room. Asad leaned in closer, Ms Ahmed tried to hit his head away but he winked at her. "I er I." Her eyes fell on one of the students and she looked down instantly.
"Not too confident or too comfortable Zoya?" Miss Ahmed rubbed her back. Zoya clutched the jacket tightly around her feeling uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on her.
"Who's Romeo?" Asked Asad.
"Fahad" Miss Ahmed answered. Asad looked to his left; a small growl left his mouth. No wonder Zoya wasn't comfortable. This guy was an ugly looking animal. Well every guy was an ugly looking animal.
"Pick someone else Miss. This girl is an embarrassment! She'll ruin the play" Fahad licked his bottom lip staring at Zoya. His eyes said something else as he lusted after her body. Zoya clutched the duppatta against her chest.
"Actually now that I am here. I'll be Romeo" Asad leaned back against the chair grinning. And that gave rise to another problem; all the girls started shouting they wanted to be Romeo's Julliet.
"Quiet!!!!!" Miss Ahmed shouted.
"Sorry Asad. Fahad got there before you" She frowned.
"I don't think Fahad will have a problem with me being Romeo, will you pie face?" Asad looked at him with venomous eyes, Fahad gulped.
"It's fine Miss. Shakespeare was a loser!" Fahad told her. Asad smiled. Zoya slowly looked to her side; Asad saw relief on her face. His head shot towards Fahad again; he was going to get it.
"Will you be okay Zoya?" Miss Ahmed rubbed her back, "Trust me no-one will be able to say those lines as perfectly as you. Your understanding for this piece amazes me. You were made for this" Miss Ahmed encouraged her. Zoya nodded. "Great. Romeo and Julliet is on, finally" She breathed out. Practice starts today guys. And now those assignments." She got serious again. She walked around the class. A few people ended up with detention; she was scary when she needed to be.
"Asad" She tapped his shoulder before kneeling on the ground. "If you help her with her confidence, and the play, I'll ask her to help you with the assignment and you'll get that A you always wanted!" Miss Ahmed negotiated.
"Are you related to her? Ms Ahmed you naughty naughty woman" Asad smirked. She hit his hand.
"She's aced all her assignments. Now do you want it or no?" She smiled.
"Yesss!" He winked. What did he really want?
"Don't you want to go home now?" Ayaan yawned. "I can't take another 8 months of this!" He grunted. Asad wasn't listening, his eyes focused on Zoya talking to Najma on the far edge of the campus. He noticed the way she tucked her hair back but they fell out and irritated her. Her traditional clothing gave her an elegance no other girls had in this college, she was sophisticated yet not too stuck up. He loved her ways of doing things delicately while he brutally murdered his pencil trying to sharpen it in class; the way her hands swayed while she spoke, her lips moved in sync, her eyelashes fluttered innocently. He still hadn't managed to look into her eyes again. That one glance, that one glance and he was sat here like love struck puppy wanting to hold her close to him. Who was this girl and where did she come from? Why was he so anxious to follow her around everywhere and make sure she never got out of his sight? What has she done to him with her one glance? He could feel his heart threatening to burst out of him. "Oi!" Ayaan punched his arm. Asad broke of his trance.
"What?" He answered rubbing his arm.
"Let's go home" Ayaan told him. Asad looked at Zoya again.
"I can't, I have a play to get to. I'm Romeo" Asad spoke proudly pulling his shirt. Harshad spat out his drink.
"WHAT? Since when did you start acting?" He asked laughing.
"Hey I aint getting on no stage! No way, this trend I aint following" Robin crossed his arms like a child still not being able to get over Asad's deception about his sex life.
"You aint good enough anyways" Asad smirked walking off. Ayaan stretched forward staring at his back pocket; he was carrying a Romeo and Julliet novel. Where the hell did he go this summer?
"Hey Tamater" Asad spoke nervously holding his hand behind his back. "Is your friend ready to practice for the play?" Asad looked at Zoya who had her eyes on Najma. Zoya nodded. Asad smiled.
"Okay, let me know if you need anything. We'll walk home together. I'm going to rush to Maths Group!" Najma held the jacket around her and tightened it. She looked at Asad, "Bhaijaan, behave!" Najma warned. He nodded his head obediently. He watched her leave before breathing out. Zoya played with her hands looking away.
"After you" Asad gestured with his hand. Zoya nodded walking slowly, Asad awkwardly walked beside her not knowing how to initiate a conversation. "Hey, I'm Asad. You're new here right?" He asked before mentally hitting his head against a wall. She already knew his name. Well he assumed she did. Zoya nodded staring down towards the floor. "Do you have a name?" He looked at her intently, she looked the other way.
"I think you need to teach me how to understand your silence" He joked. He heard her whisper a laugh.
"Zoya. My name is Zoya" She replied tucking her hair behind her ears. She did it again thought Asad.
"Hey there Zoya." Asad smiled. "Are you okay with doing this play?" Zoya shook her head in a no. "Am I that bad?" She shook her head again. "What is it?"
"I'm afraid" Zoya whispered.
"Of what?" Asad wanted to wrap his arms around her and comfort her, protect her from what it was that was scaring her. She slowly looked up at him, her round orbs glistening with tears. Those eyes. Her captivating eyes stared into his and he knew.
"Afraid of being laughed at?" He spoke softly. She didn't react to his question, she moved her eyes away. He felt his heart ache momentarily; he saw the same emotions in her eyes that he saw when she glanced back at him outside the campus. Along with that, he saw something else; the need to be protected.
They both looked at the chaotic stage; she clawed his jacket suddenly feeling threatened by the crowd that had gathered at their first rehearsal.
"I think I've just forgotten my lines" Asad gulped. Zoya looked at him from the corner of her eyes; he was so sweet to her. Maybe he's not like what everyone claims he is.
She knew all her lines, Romeo and Juliet was her all-time favourite novel, the passion she had reading each dialogue gave Miss Ahmed the idea that she could play Juliet's role. She wanted to help him, but... she didn't have the courage to speak to him properly, not like she did with Najma. She's never spoken to a boy... not so directly, heck, she doesn't remember having friends that were boys. She found it hard mixing because boys her age were... well let's just say they weren't into the same things as her. She liked burying herself into her novels, dreaming of fairy tales... dreaming of Romeo. Her friends always teased her because of how shy she was, she was extremely beautiful but no-one would look at her because she cannot draw their attention towards them... by being loud. She didn't want to draw their attentions though.
Asad looked at her fondly as she smiled to herself. "Will you help me?" Asad asked her. She looked down and nodded. "That's a yes. See I'm learning" He joked walking towards the stage.
"Hey there pretty woman" Asad grinned at Miss Ahmed.
"Another time Asad. Zoya sweetheart, come on up. We're starting with your first meeting" Miss Ahmed supported her up the stairs. Asad followed quietly. He looked back at Fahad in the audience smirking; damn he forgot to beat him up. Later he told himself.
Asad watched as Zoya entered with a guy who was supposed to be some guy called Capulet in the play. She seemed nervous, and Capulet wanted to get himself killed with his growing proximity towards her.
"O' doth- WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?" Asad looked at Miss Ahmed who hit her forehead, "Couldn't you have written it in plain English. 21st Century?" He took her glares and looked at Zoya, sighing. "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!" Asad struggled with the dialogues. Reading the book was easier than actually attempting to speak it thought Asad. He struggled with the dialogues but he tried to get his emotions right staring at her. She blushed. Asad's eyes lit up, "Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." He looked at everyone feeling proud of himself for finishing his first set of lines. Asad quickly looked at his dialogues; his eyes widened reading the next few dialogues. He stepped closer to Zoya speaking his lines.
"Good pilgrim" Zoya whispered. She heard Miss Ahmed ask her to speak louder. Her eyes went over the audience. She looked down onto the floor.
"I told you she couldn't do it" Fahad shouted. Asad's head shot towards him, his eyes throwing daggers at him. He looked back at Zoya to find her long gone; she had rushed off the stage.
"You ARE dead!" Asad demonstrated his hand on his throat before leaping off the stage. Fahad struggled up a few chairs.
"Asad!!!!!" Miss Ahmed shouted. "Go and check on her. We'll do without Romeo and Juliet's role today." She told him. Asad nodded before rushing behind her.
"ZOYA?!!!" Asad shouted down the corridor. He rushed inside the girl's bathroom but found it empty. He ran outside, he caught a glimpse of her back in the distant leaning forward against a wall. He ran towards her. "Hey, are you okay? Don't worry it happens the first time... Ignore him. You were doing good." He comforted her. Zoya wiped her tears with the back off her hand.
"I messed it up" She looked at him innocently.
"No you didn't. We've got ages left till the play. We will perfect it don't worry!" He reassured her passing a handkerchief.
"Why are you helping me?" Zoya whispered taking it. Asad looked stumped. Why was he helping her?
"Because I want to be your friend." Asad replied after giving it a good thought. Zoya turned to face him. Asad stepped back. He extended his hand; Zoya stared at it not being able to digest his words. Why would the most popular and the handsomest guy in college want to be HER friend? "Friends?" He smiled at her trying not to scare her. He almost fainted meeting her eyes again, he felt every hair on his hand stand upright feeling electrocuted as the tips of her fingers touched his before she took it back to his chest. "No friends?" He managed to say, pouting. "Okay, I'll be honest. I want your help." She raised her eyebrow. He loved the way she did that. "I want to understand Romeo and Juliet's story the way you do..." He whispered. She couldn't help but extend her arm again seeing his innocent face. Asad placed his hand on hers.
"Friends" And he felt his every nerve fall in love with her first touch.
Her first glance, her first touch. I went home that night feeling different, feeling something I've never felt before. I have touched many girls before but her touch, that was something else. I've looked into the eyes of many girls before, but her eyes had me weak on my knees. I couldn't quite figure out what it was inside my stomach that was causing so much havoc. I looked up into the sky and I admired its beauty. Yes, for the first time in my life, I admired the way it lit up the darkness around me. I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the silence around me, I opened them again and there she was... on her balcony, waiting for her Romeo.
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Asad waited near his bike the next morning having decided that he wanted to show his dedication towards his education to his sister, his teachers and her. Not really, he just waited for her to enter the college so that he could speak to her. He looked at his watch and waited impatiently, he rode past her this morning having realised that she lives opposite him and she also took the same route to college as him. He would've offered a ride but he didn't want to scare her. Having caught a glimpse off her, he pretended to be engrossed in his novel.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" He looked up to find her standing in front of her. "Zoya?" He sounded surprised to see her. She passed him his jacket.
"Thank you!" She tried not to smile. Asad nodded her a reply, his eyes swayed over her blue dress. Damn, should've left after her. Asad sighed dreamily imagining him matching her. He blinked finding her hand in front of him again.
"You keep it" He told her. She shook her head forcing him to take the handkerchief.
"They say you are more likely to have an argument if you keep the other person's handkerchief!" Zoya explained quietly. Who believes in such stuff? "I believe in it!" She told him as if she read his mind. Control Asad Control He chanted mentally. She walked around him; he turned and watched her retreating back. She turned around to glance him another look, Asad leaned on his bike and fell back losing balance.
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"No, you have to explain why it happened. Why was he prompted to make such decisions? It's descriptive writing." Zoya explained. Asad leaned against his arm and admired the way she spoke to him. He loved the way she taught him, she was so passionate.
"Asad are you listening to me?" She clicked her fingers.
"Say my name again." He sighed dreamily.
"What?" She sounded confused. Asad snapped out of his thoughts.
"Sorry sorry. I was thinking should we practice the play?" He jumped out of his seat and grabbed a book.
"Are you sure?" She asked tucking her hair back.
"I'm sure" Asad stepped closer towards her and un-tucked her strands. Zoya looked down instantly, her face suddenly feeling heated. Asad stepped back, "O Juliet where art thou" He laughed. Zoya smiled at him.
"Those are my lines" Zoya told him trying to hide her flustered state. The more she spent time with him, the more she was growing fond of him. She loved the way he admired her with his eyes, she knew she shouldn't but she actually enjoyed his attention. She had never opened up so much to anyone. Their one to one tutoring sessions had become frequent; she was growing scarily attached to their meetings because outside of this classroom, there was a complete different world out there. He helped her with her confidence; she spoke up a bit more now. It was after the day Fahad came in with a black eye she realised how protected she actually felt with him by her side. No-one teased her; everyone had suddenly become more supportive. She didn't know what it was that was scaring her so much; she liked this change, but was it all a dream? She shivered looking at him, was this all too good to be true? How can someone like that enter her boring life suddenly and turn it into something beautiful.
"What are you thinking?" He asked her.
"Nothing, just wondering how much things have changed in the last few months" Zoya voiced out her thoughts. She sat back down on her seat thoughtfully.
"After the play, everything would go back to how it was." Zoya looked up at him. Asad looked at her confused.
"How what was?" He sat down in front of her.
"I er I got to go" She got up. Asad grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"How what was?" He asked her again. Zoya didn't want to open her tightly shut eyes, she felt so secure in his arms that she didn't want it to end, which she knew it would if she opened her eyes.
"We both come from two different groups of friends Asad. Two groups that don't ever cross because we are so different from one another. You have your friends and I have my friends" She stepped away from him.
"I thought WE were friends" Asad asked her, hurt.
"We are for the sake of English" She looked away. Asad's heart stung.
"English?"
"Leave that. Shall we practice for our play?" Zoya flashed him a smile. She was so faking it.
"Maybe not today" He told her walking out of the room. She stared at his back with tears in her eyes. We belong to two different norms Asad. I will never be able to be THAT friend because I don't belong in your world. You're opposite of everything that I am. I'm only like this with you; I can never be in public the way I am with you. Which means I am not meant for your world... "Our friendship is meant to be hidden behind the four walls of this room. I er I, I will miss you when this is over" Zoya admitted to herself.
Miss Ahmed watched from the corridor, she shook her head at the two lovers who claimed to be friends but cannot be friends because they belonged to two different groups of friends. She rolled her eyes.
"Have they not learnt anything from Shakespeare?" She questioned no-one in particular. "Kids" She mumbled.
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Zoya lay silently on the stage floor as they were about to execute the last scene of the play.
"Juliet" He picked half of her body in his arms holding her face close to his. Zoya tensed being able to feel his warm breath on her neck and face. His fingers stroked her pale face; he watched her eyelids twitch as she tried to shut it even tighter. He pecked her lips, she was about to open her eyes but he brushed his fingers over them. This wasn't part of the play. "My dear Zoya" He whispered before lying dead next to her. Zoya's eyes shot open, she sat upright and cupped his face.
"O' Romeo!!" She cried, tears overflowing her eyes. "Oh, good, a knife! My body will be your sheath. Rust inside my body and let me die." Zoya grabs the knife and stabs herself falling on top of Asad. They both lay still as the crowd broke into cheers for them both, everyone clapped away. Zoya got up slowly; Asad opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"If only the stupid family got over their differences, this would've turned into an epic love story instead of a sad story" Asad smiled wiping her tears away.
"True love defies all differences" Zoya replied getting up.
"Oh really?" Asad raised his eyebrow. Zoya glanced him a look before walking off the stage. She hugged Najma who was waiting for her behind the stage. He looked at his friends waving at him to meet him outside. He looked back at Zoya with a smile. He ran towards her grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the theatre.
"Asad, let me go. What are you doing?" Zoya tried to release her wrist. Najma followed behind them like a headless chicken trying to figure out what was happening. She was screaming all sorts of names at Asad to stop him from embarrassing Zoya any further. He stopped in front of his friends where his bike was parked. This is where they first met.
"Do you guys want to know where I went for my summer holidays?" Asad looked at his friends. They all nodded with blank expressions, their eyes moving from his face to his hand on Zoya's wrist. "I went to stay with my aunt and uncle in Kashmir. They fell in love and ran away from home to get married because none of their families were going to accept their marriage. They loved each other. And 18 years later, it was the best thing they ever did. They made me realise, true love was what mattered. I should fix myself and wait for it, because it would be the best thing that would ever happen to me. I didn't realise true love would come knocking on my door on my first day back to college. Her first glance had me mesmerized. For the first time in my life, I thought about someone else other than myself." He laughed. Zoya stared at him. "Romeo and Juliet died because of some stupid difference their families couldn't get over. And I am dying because my love thinks that we belong in different worlds so she cannot accept me as her friend" He rolled his eyes. "We both come from two different groups of friends Asad. Two groups that don't ever cross because we are so different from one another. You have your friends and I have my friends." Asad looked at Zoya, "When will you understand what Shakespeare and Miss Ahmed has been trying to teach us, LOVE DEFIES EVERYTHING! You know it yet don't understand it. I am not going to spend the rest of my college days sulking, you know why?" She stared at him with wide eyes. "Because I love you and I'm announcing it to every group of friends that are standing here. That we CAN be together!" Asad cupped her face, "Please now don't tell me you don't love me because I know you do" Zoya gulped.
"How do you know?" Zoya whispered with a lone tear escaping her eyes. Asad brushed it off.
"Because your every glance says something to me Zoya..." Asad smacked his lips against hers taking everyone witnessing by surprise. Zoya's eyes widened as she felt her senses go wild with his taste. Her breathing shortened as she unwillingly returned the same passion in the kiss as him. He pulled back and stared at her. "Have you understood Zoya?" Zoya shook her head in a no, her cheeks turning into a deep shade of red. Najma and Asad's friends blinked at them both, the gaping girls almost fainted seeing the kiss. He scooped her into his arms and sat on the bike, Zoya's arms wrapped around his neck.
"I'm going to ride us into the sunset... because Romeo and Juliet forgot one thing."
"What?" Zoya asked meekly.
"To live happily ever after..."
THE END.
AHHH! WHAT THE HELL DID I WRITE AND WHAT THE HELL DID YOU READ. Sorry Faria I slaughtered it! I wanted to dedicate something nice but I killed it! I think I'll forget about having a request list! BYEBYEE! Blame Faria for the torture!!!!!!
All tomatoes at me though!
Much loves <3A
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