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I know that i'm supposed to update my SS, but well i got an idea and just started writing đ
Please let me know ur views about it ! đ
My Muse...
She sat there for God knows how long. Zoya Farooqui had enough of all these medias after her, so there she was with a black hat, long black coat and Rey-Bann sunglasses, sitting on a bench near the beach side of Goa.
Madias were after the famous novel writer Zoya Farooqui because saying that she was quite successful would be an understatement, her all three books that had been published had become best-sellers. But the last novel published six months ago had quite of a mysterious ending, leading the fans and the medias to question about her next. It would be a lie to say that Zoya hadn't tried to write the next, she had, but what she lacked was inspiration. The medias deduced this as the end of the writer, thus they were hell bent behind her to know and to make a ruckus about what would be her statement at that.
Zoya had written few pages but she felt like all those lines she wrote were blank, emotionless and meaningless, thus she had crushed all those papers and thrown them away.
Now here she was in Goa, trying to escape medias and all the commotion of the city by staying in an exotic place for a kind of exile, though she did looked odd in all those covered clothes whereas it was spring season and where it was hot enough to not be that much covered.
Her previous novel had been about a young woman who had trust issues after having been betrayed by a close one. The novel had described that girl's - Humaira's - lifestyle, the way she lived and how she had grown up. After growing up, she had met a young guy - Ayaan - with whom she had connected easily an in a short span of time, that guy had become her confident and best friend untill he did something that had broken her trust in him. That novel had portrayed how easily a dearest relationship could turn out upside down and break something that never could be given back, trust, and that's where the book had ended and fans along with all her followers insisted on having a sequel. The production house thought the same way because only one novel had given them more than a million of rupees and if they could earn more, it would be stupid to deny it, right ?
The sun was setting, leaving the orange sky to be admired. She was so lost in that beauty that she didn't hear a young man settling next to her, who looked in the same direction as her before getting mesmerized in the beauty of the young woman sitting next to him.
"Beautiful..." He whispered while staring at Zoya's profile, she thought that he was referring to the sky, so she silently nodded.
When after a moment, she looked at the guy sitting next to her, her heart skipped a beat, seeing how magnificient he looked, all his features could give a serious run to models and even she wondered if he wasn't a model after all.
After having shamelessly stared at him, she got back her composure and sat stiffly. After a moment of silence she looked back at him only to see him staring at her, she grew uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Is there something on my face ?!" She asked grumpily and he chuckled.
"No." He replied curtly which irritated Zoya even more.
"Then why are you staring at me ?!" This time Zoya almost shrieked but he only chuckled, riling her up further.
"Because you are beautiful." He replied still staring at her, she knew that by now she would be having red cheeks with blush, the fact that a handsome hunk like him could find her beautiful, only made her feel honoured and beautiful. To hide her red cheeks, she bent her head a little, letting the curtains of her hair hide her cheeks, but he only chuckled yet again, "You don't need to hide that blush because you look even more beautiful with it, so show it and be proud of it !"
When he smiled, Zoya thought that her heart would do a cardiac rest. But then Zoya got cautious when she thought that he might be a goon or a hooligan for all she knew, she started covering herself further with the coat and looked for what she looked for in her coat's pocket, "Look Mr. Whoever-you-are, i have a pepper spray so stay away !" Zoya warned him and his face hardened.
"I'm not that type of guy !" The man emphazed on the word 'that' offended by the accusation.
They sat there for a moment, "I'm sorry, it's just that nowadays there are so much hooligans everywhere..." Zoya tried to explain him and he finally smiled a little.
"It's ok, i understand..." He said softly and started to stare at her yet again.
Zoya could feel his gaze on her and felt uncomfortable, "Can you stop staring, please ?" She asked with a sigh and he frowned.
"I'm only admiring Allah's given beauty on Earth, so why should i stop ?" He asked looking offended like a baby who was being snatched his candy.
Zoya's mouth fell agape, before her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, "That's what you must be saying to all your girlfriends, right ?" She smirked at him, trying to tell that she wasn't going to fall in his trap.
He chuckled once again, the fact that this was amusing him, annoyed her, "Nice way to ask if i had a girlfriend or not, so let me tell you that no i don't have one and no i never had a one !" He replied back, completely amused while Zoya was shocked at that because what she believed was that good ones were always taken.
"I wasn't asking that way..." She mumbled embarrassed and then continued, "And if you don't have a girlfriend, you must be married !" Zoya came to the conclusion and felt a little disgusted untill she heard his hysteric laughter, which half mesmerized her but on the other side felt like hitting the guy with some sticks.
"If i was married, right now, i would have been spending my time with her, pampering her to no end, loving her and making a lots of babies with her !" The man replied shamelessly but his grin was the proof of his pride, making Zoya's eyes widen under her Rey-Bann while staring at him. He shifted a little closer and bent his head close to hers and removed her sunglasses, then stared at her beautiful and mesmerizing brown orbs, "Now, who's staring ?" He asked taking off her black hat as well, which made half of her hair that she had tied up, fall back down like a cascade.
It was obvious for her that this man hadn't recognized who she was, but inwardly, she was happy that a guy was looking at her because he found her beautiful and not because she was the center of attention.
When Zoya came back to reality, she shifted a little uncomfortably and looked here and there while he continued to stare at her, "Didn't your mother taught you that staring is bad manners ?" She asked sarcastically and he chuckled for the umpteenth time since they met.
"I already told you that i'm only admiring Allah's given beauty on Earth, so why should i stop ?" He said while winking at her, making her blush further. "And then if i don't stare at a girl, when will i charm her, sweep her off her feet, fall in love with her, then propose her, then get married to her, then pamper her endlessly and then make beautiful babies with her ?" He asked as a matter of fact and again Zoya's eyes widen in shock with her mouth agape with the fact that all his sentences finished by 'making babies' and here he had indirectly expressed the fact that he wanted that girl to be her.
She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear nervously, "Shameless !" Zoya muttered and he chuckled amusedly.
"What ? 'Making babies' troubles you ? It's ok, we'll do family planning after few more years, till then we'll enjoy our time together, only both of us !" He grinned at her and she tried not to blush at his shameless remarks.
"Wait a minute, who said that i'm going to marry you ?" She asked with a smirk.
"Well i don't mind for a live-in relationship but well we'll have to get married someday, right ?" he said as if calculating in his mind while she stared at him in disbelief.
"I didn't meant that ! And I don't even know your name !" Zoya got up and put her hands on her hips.
Even he got up and stepped closer to her before reaching with his big hands on her coat, taking it off and letting it slide down her body, he hadn't made any skin contact, not wanting her to think of him as a low character who only looked for an excuse to touch her.
Only when he had gotten up that Zoya had realized how tall he was and how he was dressed, he was dressed in a black three-piece suit with a blue shirt, he looked handsome and like a gentleman.
"We'll get to know it..." He replied softly.
"And what if you betray me ?" She asked in a broken whisper and he couldn't help but this time caress her cheek.
A current ran through them but they ignored it, "You need to trust me, i would never betray my loved one, just give love a try..." He said while caressing her cheek and she leaned in his touch, which gave him some hopes, "Will you marry me ? I know this came after 'sweeping of your feet' but if you want i can do it right now ?" He asked cutely while getting on his knee, but then got up and sweeped her off her feet by carrying her in his arms, then asked again, "Will you marry me ? See i swept you off your feet and about falling in love, i think i already am in that process, now say yes ?"
Zoya couldn't believe this man, they didn't know each other at all and here he was proposing her and that too by carrying her in his arms.
"Is that a joke ?!" She asked incredulously and he put her down, "You don't even know me and then what guarantee do i have that after marriage you'll not fall for any other girl ?!" Zoya asked trying not to let her tears come out, she didn't even know why she was crying.
"It's not a joke and yes i want to marry you... And then about falling for another girl is near to impossible because to love, you need a heart and mine already belongs to you and sees only you..." He said softly, killing all her insecurities, "So it means you'll marry me ?!" He grinned rewinding her words.
"I didn't say that !" She exclaimed and he chuckled.
"But you didn't say no either !" He stared at her before holding his hand out to her, "Spend the evening with me and let me convince you, i can be charming when i want..." He said softly.
She hesitated but then for once, her reason told her to let it go and she clasped her petite hand in his big hands and surprisingly, it fit completely. His eyes were now full of sparkles and that didn't go unnoticed by Zoya, they walked in a distance together, her hat, coat and Rey-Bann's long forgotten on the bench.
After a moment of walking, she murmured her name, "Zoya..."
He smiled, stopped and took her other hand in his and kissed the back of it, "Nice to meet you, Zoya, i'm Asad..." He said like a gentleman and she giggled nervously before shutting up while he shamelessly stared at her dimples. When he heard her stomach grumbling, he chuckled while she turned red in embarrassment, "Seems like somebody is hungry ? So what do you want to have for dinner ?"
Zoya had refused to go to any restaurants, she had had enough and now she was in mood for some junk food and that's how they ate all sorts of gol-gappas, kachoris and Allah knows what else while laughing and joking.
After having their dinner, both were walking barefeet on the sand, still holding hands and their fingers were now entwined and their trousers folded up to trail their feet in the water.
"So ? What do you want to know ?" He asked jovially and she thought.
"Aapki family mein kaun kaun hai ?" She asked after a moment of thinking.
Asad smiled, "My mother and my baby sister and we lost our dad when we were young..." Zoya unsciously squeezed his hand, making him grip hers tighter.
"How come you don't have any realationship with any other women, i mean how come you don't have a girlfriend or wife ?" She asked quietly and he smirked.
"Well because i was never interested, i mean that since i lost my dad when i was still young, i didn't get the time because i worked with my mother, in the teens i was more focused on my studies rather than fooling around and now well i won't deny that girls throw themselves at me but i'm not interested because they have their own selfish reasons..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say next.
"So why me ?" She asked curiously.
"I won't bore you with cheesy talks and will tell you the truth which is i don't know... I don't know why you but my heart believes that it's you with whom i want to spend the rest of my life with..." Asad said looking deep in her eyes and then to tease her he continued, "Yes i want to do all that with you, i want to marry you, to pamper you, to love you and to make beautiful babies with you..." He said in a joking tone.
She smacked his arm while blushing, muttering, "Shameless !"
At that he laughed and splashed some water on her, to which she gladly did the same. At the end, both were laughing and giggling like teenagers with their soaked clothes.
Since they were both wet, Zoya decided to make her way back to her hotelroom.
"I think i'll go now..." She said softly, surprisingly, she had spent a nice and joyful time with Asad.
"How will you go ?" Asad asked worried about her safety.
"Ermm... It's not too far, it's ok i'll manage..." Zoya replied not really wanting to lose his presence.
"You are not going anywhere alone, it's not safe ! Where do you live ? I'll walk you home." He said softly even him not ready to end their moments, that's why he had suggested about 'walking' rather than 'driving'.
Zoya told him the name of the hotel and he was quite surprised, "Nice ! I live there as well !" Both smiled, surprised at that.
They started and they made their way there, after a moment, Zoya started shivering because she was more wet than Asad. Him, who had noticed that, only pulled her close to him and held her possessively by her shoulder, "I don't believe in coat's heat but in body heat !" Asad stated shamelessly with a wink while she smacked his arm again while trying not to turn red, but he only grinned and still held her close.
As they walked, they talked, got to know each other, they got to know that both lived in the same city Bhopal, but from all the places in Bhopal, they met in Goa, they joked, they talked about their beliefs on life and what not. They had slowed their race, knowing that if they walked fast, they would get away from each other all that fast.
As they reached the hotel, Asad walked her to her room. They stood outside her hotel room, not knowing how to end this or how to bid their byes.
Without saying anything, Asad reached forward, cupped her face and kissed her forehead, lingering there while Zoya closed her eyes, feeling new sensations inside her.
"Good night..." He said quietly with a smile on his face and she blushed with the kiss.
As he was going away, Zoya called out to him, "Asad !" She ran towards him and stopped in front of him, she tiptoed to reach his height, placed her hands on his shoulder and kissed him on his lips.
Asad was so taken aback that he didn't get the time to respond to her kiss and when he was about to, she pulled away and whispered in his ear, "Goodnight wish isse kehte hain, Mr. Khan !" She teased him and then giggled while running to her hotel room and before he could enter, she closed it.
Asad was at her doorstep with a goofy grin on his face, "So ? Was that a yes ? Will you marry me ? And make babies with me ?" Asad asked while knocking on her door.
Zoya who had her back against the door while breathing heavily, tried to calm her heartbeat down, but started blushing again with his question, "I might !" She giggled and he grinned.
"Wooohhhooo !" He shouted and her eyes widen.
"Calm down ! We are not the sole residents in this hotel !" Zoya said embarrassedly from the inside of her hotel room.
"I don't care ! Because i'm going to marry you and make babies with you..." He said softly and she bit her lips to stop herself from smiling.
"Not sure yet ! Still need to be convinced !" She exclaimed in a serious tone and he grinned.
"Oh really ? Then what was this way of wishing good night ?" He asked teasingly and she blushed.
"Well, i had read that to know if the guy is serious with you, the answer is a kiss away, so that was only to confirm that theory." She said trying to stop herself from giggling.
"Yeah right ! Open this door and i'll prove you in your way that i'm very much serious about you and i promise that at the end you won't have an ounce of doubt about that !" He replied shamelessly.
"Are you always this shameless or today is a special occasion ?" Zoya asked sarcastically while blushing.
"Well i think that there is a shameless side inside you and that you are rubbing off on me because i never was this shameless !" He replied and both laughed.
"Good night, Asad !" She said after a moment of blissful silence.
He caressed the door on his side and replied the same, "Good Night, Zoya.."
After a moment even Asad left with a grin on his face while Zoya settled down on her bed with a smile that was impossible to wipe off her face.
And that night, Zoya started writing the novel because she had gotten her muse, Asad. She wrote about how Ayaan had secretly been in love with Humaira all that time and if he had hurted her, he had also did all he could to win back her trust and he finally succeeded after multiples attempts and then it didn't take long for Humaira to fall for Ayaan as well.
Obviously, Zoya didn't wrote everything that night itself but she had gotten an idea about what to write and how to write because she had now a muse.
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A/N : here it is ! đ once again wishing u a very happy Eid !! đ¤ â¤ď¸
I know that i'm supposed to update my SS, but well i got an idea and just started writing đ
Please let me know ur views about it ! đ
My Muse...
She sat there for God knows how long. Zoya Farooqui had enough of all these medias after her, so there she was with a black hat, long black coat and Rey-Bann sunglasses, sitting on a bench near the beach side of Goa.
Madias were after the famous novel writer Zoya Farooqui because saying that she was quite successful would be an understatement, her all three books that had been published had become best-sellers. But the last novel published six months ago had quite of a mysterious ending, leading the fans and the medias to question about her next. It would be a lie to say that Zoya hadn't tried to write the next, she had, but what she lacked was inspiration. The medias deduced this as the end of the writer, thus they were hell bent behind her to know and to make a ruckus about what would be her statement at that.
Zoya had written few pages but she felt like all those lines she wrote were blank, emotionless and meaningless, thus she had crushed all those papers and thrown them away.
Now here she was in Goa, trying to escape medias and all the commotion of the city by staying in an exotic place for a kind of exile, though she did looked odd in all those covered clothes whereas it was spring season and where it was hot enough to not be that much covered.
Her previous novel had been about a young woman who had trust issues after having been betrayed by a close one. The novel had described that girl's - Humaira's - lifestyle, the way she lived and how she had grown up. After growing up, she had met a young guy - Ayaan - with whom she had connected easily an in a short span of time, that guy had become her confident and best friend untill he did something that had broken her trust in him. That novel had portrayed how easily a dearest relationship could turn out upside down and break something that never could be given back, trust, and that's where the book had ended and fans along with all her followers insisted on having a sequel. The production house thought the same way because only one novel had given them more than a million of rupees and if they could earn more, it would be stupid to deny it, right ?
The sun was setting, leaving the orange sky to be admired. She was so lost in that beauty that she didn't hear a young man settling next to her, who looked in the same direction as her before getting mesmerized in the beauty of the young woman sitting next to him.
"Beautiful..." He whispered while staring at Zoya's profile, she thought that he was referring to the sky, so she silently nodded.
When after a moment, she looked at the guy sitting next to her, her heart skipped a beat, seeing how magnificient he looked, all his features could give a serious run to models and even she wondered if he wasn't a model after all.
After having shamelessly stared at him, she got back her composure and sat stiffly. After a moment of silence she looked back at him only to see him staring at her, she grew uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Is there something on my face ?!" She asked grumpily and he chuckled.
"No." He replied curtly which irritated Zoya even more.
"Then why are you staring at me ?!" This time Zoya almost shrieked but he only chuckled, riling her up further.
"Because you are beautiful." He replied still staring at her, she knew that by now she would be having red cheeks with blush, the fact that a handsome hunk like him could find her beautiful, only made her feel honoured and beautiful. To hide her red cheeks, she bent her head a little, letting the curtains of her hair hide her cheeks, but he only chuckled yet again, "You don't need to hide that blush because you look even more beautiful with it, so show it and be proud of it !"
When he smiled, Zoya thought that her heart would do a cardiac rest. But then Zoya got cautious when she thought that he might be a goon or a hooligan for all she knew, she started covering herself further with the coat and looked for what she looked for in her coat's pocket, "Look Mr. Whoever-you-are, i have a pepper spray so stay away !" Zoya warned him and his face hardened.
"I'm not that type of guy !" The man emphazed on the word 'that' offended by the accusation.
They sat there for a moment, "I'm sorry, it's just that nowadays there are so much hooligans everywhere..." Zoya tried to explain him and he finally smiled a little.
"It's ok, i understand..." He said softly and started to stare at her yet again.
Zoya could feel his gaze on her and felt uncomfortable, "Can you stop staring, please ?" She asked with a sigh and he frowned.
"I'm only admiring Allah's given beauty on Earth, so why should i stop ?" He asked looking offended like a baby who was being snatched his candy.
Zoya's mouth fell agape, before her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, "That's what you must be saying to all your girlfriends, right ?" She smirked at him, trying to tell that she wasn't going to fall in his trap.
He chuckled once again, the fact that this was amusing him, annoyed her, "Nice way to ask if i had a girlfriend or not, so let me tell you that no i don't have one and no i never had a one !" He replied back, completely amused while Zoya was shocked at that because what she believed was that good ones were always taken.
"I wasn't asking that way..." She mumbled embarrassed and then continued, "And if you don't have a girlfriend, you must be married !" Zoya came to the conclusion and felt a little disgusted untill she heard his hysteric laughter, which half mesmerized her but on the other side felt like hitting the guy with some sticks.
"If i was married, right now, i would have been spending my time with her, pampering her to no end, loving her and making a lots of babies with her !" The man replied shamelessly but his grin was the proof of his pride, making Zoya's eyes widen under her Rey-Bann while staring at him. He shifted a little closer and bent his head close to hers and removed her sunglasses, then stared at her beautiful and mesmerizing brown orbs, "Now, who's staring ?" He asked taking off her black hat as well, which made half of her hair that she had tied up, fall back down like a cascade.
It was obvious for her that this man hadn't recognized who she was, but inwardly, she was happy that a guy was looking at her because he found her beautiful and not because she was the center of attention.
When Zoya came back to reality, she shifted a little uncomfortably and looked here and there while he continued to stare at her, "Didn't your mother taught you that staring is bad manners ?" She asked sarcastically and he chuckled for the umpteenth time since they met.
"I already told you that i'm only admiring Allah's given beauty on Earth, so why should i stop ?" He said while winking at her, making her blush further. "And then if i don't stare at a girl, when will i charm her, sweep her off her feet, fall in love with her, then propose her, then get married to her, then pamper her endlessly and then make beautiful babies with her ?" He asked as a matter of fact and again Zoya's eyes widen in shock with her mouth agape with the fact that all his sentences finished by 'making babies' and here he had indirectly expressed the fact that he wanted that girl to be her.
She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear nervously, "Shameless !" Zoya muttered and he chuckled amusedly.
"What ? 'Making babies' troubles you ? It's ok, we'll do family planning after few more years, till then we'll enjoy our time together, only both of us !" He grinned at her and she tried not to blush at his shameless remarks.
"Wait a minute, who said that i'm going to marry you ?" She asked with a smirk.
"Well i don't mind for a live-in relationship but well we'll have to get married someday, right ?" he said as if calculating in his mind while she stared at him in disbelief.
"I didn't meant that ! And I don't even know your name !" Zoya got up and put her hands on her hips.
Even he got up and stepped closer to her before reaching with his big hands on her coat, taking it off and letting it slide down her body, he hadn't made any skin contact, not wanting her to think of him as a low character who only looked for an excuse to touch her.
Only when he had gotten up that Zoya had realized how tall he was and how he was dressed, he was dressed in a black three-piece suit with a blue shirt, he looked handsome and like a gentleman.
"We'll get to know it..." He replied softly.
"And what if you betray me ?" She asked in a broken whisper and he couldn't help but this time caress her cheek.
A current ran through them but they ignored it, "You need to trust me, i would never betray my loved one, just give love a try..." He said while caressing her cheek and she leaned in his touch, which gave him some hopes, "Will you marry me ? I know this came after 'sweeping of your feet' but if you want i can do it right now ?" He asked cutely while getting on his knee, but then got up and sweeped her off her feet by carrying her in his arms, then asked again, "Will you marry me ? See i swept you off your feet and about falling in love, i think i already am in that process, now say yes ?"
Zoya couldn't believe this man, they didn't know each other at all and here he was proposing her and that too by carrying her in his arms.
"Is that a joke ?!" She asked incredulously and he put her down, "You don't even know me and then what guarantee do i have that after marriage you'll not fall for any other girl ?!" Zoya asked trying not to let her tears come out, she didn't even know why she was crying.
"It's not a joke and yes i want to marry you... And then about falling for another girl is near to impossible because to love, you need a heart and mine already belongs to you and sees only you..." He said softly, killing all her insecurities, "So it means you'll marry me ?!" He grinned rewinding her words.
"I didn't say that !" She exclaimed and he chuckled.
"But you didn't say no either !" He stared at her before holding his hand out to her, "Spend the evening with me and let me convince you, i can be charming when i want..." He said softly.
She hesitated but then for once, her reason told her to let it go and she clasped her petite hand in his big hands and surprisingly, it fit completely. His eyes were now full of sparkles and that didn't go unnoticed by Zoya, they walked in a distance together, her hat, coat and Rey-Bann's long forgotten on the bench.
After a moment of walking, she murmured her name, "Zoya..."
He smiled, stopped and took her other hand in his and kissed the back of it, "Nice to meet you, Zoya, i'm Asad..." He said like a gentleman and she giggled nervously before shutting up while he shamelessly stared at her dimples. When he heard her stomach grumbling, he chuckled while she turned red in embarrassment, "Seems like somebody is hungry ? So what do you want to have for dinner ?"
Zoya had refused to go to any restaurants, she had had enough and now she was in mood for some junk food and that's how they ate all sorts of gol-gappas, kachoris and Allah knows what else while laughing and joking.
After having their dinner, both were walking barefeet on the sand, still holding hands and their fingers were now entwined and their trousers folded up to trail their feet in the water.
"So ? What do you want to know ?" He asked jovially and she thought.
"Aapki family mein kaun kaun hai ?" She asked after a moment of thinking.
Asad smiled, "My mother and my baby sister and we lost our dad when we were young..." Zoya unsciously squeezed his hand, making him grip hers tighter.
"How come you don't have any realationship with any other women, i mean how come you don't have a girlfriend or wife ?" She asked quietly and he smirked.
"Well because i was never interested, i mean that since i lost my dad when i was still young, i didn't get the time because i worked with my mother, in the teens i was more focused on my studies rather than fooling around and now well i won't deny that girls throw themselves at me but i'm not interested because they have their own selfish reasons..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say next.
"So why me ?" She asked curiously.
"I won't bore you with cheesy talks and will tell you the truth which is i don't know... I don't know why you but my heart believes that it's you with whom i want to spend the rest of my life with..." Asad said looking deep in her eyes and then to tease her he continued, "Yes i want to do all that with you, i want to marry you, to pamper you, to love you and to make beautiful babies with you..." He said in a joking tone.
She smacked his arm while blushing, muttering, "Shameless !"
At that he laughed and splashed some water on her, to which she gladly did the same. At the end, both were laughing and giggling like teenagers with their soaked clothes.
Since they were both wet, Zoya decided to make her way back to her hotelroom.
"I think i'll go now..." She said softly, surprisingly, she had spent a nice and joyful time with Asad.
"How will you go ?" Asad asked worried about her safety.
"Ermm... It's not too far, it's ok i'll manage..." Zoya replied not really wanting to lose his presence.
"You are not going anywhere alone, it's not safe ! Where do you live ? I'll walk you home." He said softly even him not ready to end their moments, that's why he had suggested about 'walking' rather than 'driving'.
Zoya told him the name of the hotel and he was quite surprised, "Nice ! I live there as well !" Both smiled, surprised at that.
They started and they made their way there, after a moment, Zoya started shivering because she was more wet than Asad. Him, who had noticed that, only pulled her close to him and held her possessively by her shoulder, "I don't believe in coat's heat but in body heat !" Asad stated shamelessly with a wink while she smacked his arm again while trying not to turn red, but he only grinned and still held her close.
As they walked, they talked, got to know each other, they got to know that both lived in the same city Bhopal, but from all the places in Bhopal, they met in Goa, they joked, they talked about their beliefs on life and what not. They had slowed their race, knowing that if they walked fast, they would get away from each other all that fast.
As they reached the hotel, Asad walked her to her room. They stood outside her hotel room, not knowing how to end this or how to bid their byes.
Without saying anything, Asad reached forward, cupped her face and kissed her forehead, lingering there while Zoya closed her eyes, feeling new sensations inside her.
"Good night..." He said quietly with a smile on his face and she blushed with the kiss.
As he was going away, Zoya called out to him, "Asad !" She ran towards him and stopped in front of him, she tiptoed to reach his height, placed her hands on his shoulder and kissed him on his lips.
Asad was so taken aback that he didn't get the time to respond to her kiss and when he was about to, she pulled away and whispered in his ear, "Goodnight wish isse kehte hain, Mr. Khan !" She teased him and then giggled while running to her hotel room and before he could enter, she closed it.
Asad was at her doorstep with a goofy grin on his face, "So ? Was that a yes ? Will you marry me ? And make babies with me ?" Asad asked while knocking on her door.
Zoya who had her back against the door while breathing heavily, tried to calm her heartbeat down, but started blushing again with his question, "I might !" She giggled and he grinned.
"Wooohhhooo !" He shouted and her eyes widen.
"Calm down ! We are not the sole residents in this hotel !" Zoya said embarrassedly from the inside of her hotel room.
"I don't care ! Because i'm going to marry you and make babies with you..." He said softly and she bit her lips to stop herself from smiling.
"Not sure yet ! Still need to be convinced !" She exclaimed in a serious tone and he grinned.
"Oh really ? Then what was this way of wishing good night ?" He asked teasingly and she blushed.
"Well, i had read that to know if the guy is serious with you, the answer is a kiss away, so that was only to confirm that theory." She said trying to stop herself from giggling.
"Yeah right ! Open this door and i'll prove you in your way that i'm very much serious about you and i promise that at the end you won't have an ounce of doubt about that !" He replied shamelessly.
"Are you always this shameless or today is a special occasion ?" Zoya asked sarcastically while blushing.
"Well i think that there is a shameless side inside you and that you are rubbing off on me because i never was this shameless !" He replied and both laughed.
"Good night, Asad !" She said after a moment of blissful silence.
He caressed the door on his side and replied the same, "Good Night, Zoya.."
After a moment even Asad left with a grin on his face while Zoya settled down on her bed with a smile that was impossible to wipe off her face.
And that night, Zoya started writing the novel because she had gotten her muse, Asad. She wrote about how Ayaan had secretly been in love with Humaira all that time and if he had hurted her, he had also did all he could to win back her trust and he finally succeeded after multiples attempts and then it didn't take long for Humaira to fall for Ayaan as well.
Obviously, Zoya didn't wrote everything that night itself but she had gotten an idea about what to write and how to write because she had now a muse.
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A/N : here it is ! đ once again wishing u a very happy Eid !! đ¤ â¤ď¸
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