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A/N: Hey friends I'm really busy this weekend and just got a chance to update the next chapter. I will reply to all your comments from previous chapter as soon as I can. I am sure you'll enjoy reading this chapter. Next update tomorrow night. Love you all 😊
Chapter Twenty-One
Asad had never been so close to losing his mind.
Zoya had vanished. After she'd left him, she'd moved into the Ratibad Inn, one week quickly turning into two. He'd hung out in town as much as possible, needing to see her"needing her to see him"but sightings of her had become fewer and for the past week, there hadn't been a single one.
Seven entire days without knowing where she was or if she was okay.
He'd scoured every inch of his land. He'd talked to"yelled at"the locals. He'd called the PI who'd finally, at long last, found the person responsible for her attack, and asked the guy to search the whole City for Zoya, thinking, fearing, she might have hitched a ride to get as far away from him as possible. If anything had happened to her...
He would want to die. But first, he would kill whoever caused the hurt. The way he'd wanted to kill the girl who'd set her on fire. Kiran Shah. Once a clerk at a little boutique in the City. Now dead, but not by his hand. Two years ago, she lit a coworker on fire, was caught, but hung herself before being sentenced to jail time.
Asad's movements were jerky as he tugged on his pants, buttoned up his shirt. He'd thought he would give Zoya a few days to cool down, to think about things and realize she was miserable without him. She was supposed to come crawling back and plead with him to forgive her for leaving in the first place. She was supposed to forget her questions and his answers and accept what he could offer.
Damn her!
He was skipping work"again"to go hunting for her. If necessary, he would tear this town apart. He just" He had to see her, had to talk to her and perhaps shake some sense into her. He couldn't go on like this.
He missed her. Missed her smile and her laugh. Her spirit. She challenged him. Made him step up and be a better man.
One taste hadn't been enough. For the first time in his life, he'd had a woman once and it had only made him want her more.
Another change, the biggest of all, and one that freaked him out now that she was gone, making it a little harder to breathe, but it was a change he couldn't regret. If he had her, nothing else mattered.
As he swiped up his socks, Priya stormed into his bedroom without knocking. She stopped directly in front of him to poke him in the chest.
"You idiot!"
"Exactly right." A fact he'd lamented many times the past week. "But I'm not sure what crime I committed against you."
Priya poked him a second time. "You see doom and gloom with Zoya. You think relationships are a cage. No wonder she left you."
His every muscle tightened, ready to spring into action. "You talked to her?" He yanked the socks into place, demanding, "Where is she?"
"I'll tell you," she said, in her angriest tone, "after you sit your butt down and listen to me."
Samar heard the commotion and flew out of his bedroom. "What's wrong, angel?"
"Asad is an idiot, that's what."
"Where is Zoya?" Asad demanded, losing patience. "Tell me before I do something we'll both regret." If he had to shake Priya, he would. He would probably lose both of his hands when Samar ripped them off his arms, but that would be a small price to pay.
"Sit!" Priya shrieked."
"All right. So she'd turned into a Devil. Got it. He sat.
"I get that you three boys have problems because of your pasts," she said, pacing in front of him. "But do you really think only you are the one who has suffered? That Zoya doesn't have her fair share?"
Samar held up his hands, all innocence, and backed out of the room. "Sorry, my man. I'd jump on this grenade for you, but...I don't want to." He smacked into Rehaan, who'd just come out of his own room to investigate. "Run," Samar told him, and he did.
"Some friends you are," Asad called.
"Well," Priya insisted.
"No?" he said.
"That's right. No. Zoya has problems, too. While you had to deal with crappy parents and foster care, she had to deal with her father's cruelty and death, then her mother's death, a woman who was her only means of support, all while the entire town hated on her. You think that was easy for her?"
"No," he said more firmly. "Now where the hell is she?"
"Maybe she's in your stupid cage," she snarled, stuck on the word. "A cage? Seriously?"
His teeth gnashed together. "Feelings are a cage." One he'd successfully avoided for most of his adult life. Then Zoya had come along and showed him just how unfulfilled he actually was, how unsatisfied. He wanted to hate her for it, but damn if he didn't like her more.
"Well, at least we now know you have feelings," Priya grumbled. "What about the doom and gloom you see in your future?"
"It's not specific to her, but to me. I don't know how to expect anything else."
She rubbed the back of her neck. "You could have been a little more clear to your girlfriend. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble."
Niether one of them had been in the right frame of mind. Accusation had taken the place of listening.
"Zoya is miserable without you, Asad."
"Good." If he had to suffer, she should, too.
"Good? Good! For a bona fide he-s**t, you sure don't know anything about women. Zoya would give up anything to see you happy. Anything! Even her own happiness."
"If she's so concerned about me, why isn't she here?" The question exploded from him with more force than he'd intended.
"Tone," Samar shouted from somewhere in the house.
Asad winced. Yelling at his friend's girlfriend? Really? He would kick their ass if one of the boys did the same to Zoya. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"What else did Zoya say to you?"
Priya took a moment to huff and puff before admitting, "Mainly that you two want different things."
Different things? Like hell. "She asked for commitment, and I gave it to her."
"Your version of it."
"Yes." He gripped his knees with so much force he might need a wheelchair for the rest of the day. "She told me I wasn't enough for her."
"Do you even have ears?" Exasperated, Priya threw her arms up. "According to Zoya, she told you were offering her wasn't enough. And rightly so. What you're offering wouldn't be enough for anyone."
Screw it! "Where is she, Priya? I've answered your questions, and now I demand answers of my own."
She gave him a pitying look. "You told her you felt caged, and when she set you free, you blamed her for it. She cried, Asad. She went back to living in a tent."
Razors cut through his chest, and he replayed the fight through Zoya's eyes. She'd been scared, her own fears driving her. She'd only wanted reassurance. His admittance they had a chance at something good.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. As the air left him, his upper body just kind of sagged with defeat. Damn it. If she'd mentioned feeling trapped, he would have set her free, too.
"Are relationships always this difficult?" he croaked.
"Only the ones that matter." Priya sighed. "Look, it's not too late to salvage this. She's hurting, and that's a guarantee you'll have to grovel before she'll listen to a word you have to say, but if you don't convince her you're in the relationship of your own free will, that she's an important part of your future, one you can't live without, you'll lose her."
I can't lose her.
"She is an important part of my future."
"Don't tell me, tell her." Priya gazed around his room and grimaced, obviously noting the empty beer bottles he'd discarded. "You aren't just an idiot, you're a pig, and it's a wonder you managed to get someone as classy as Zoya."
With that, she strode out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
He'd messed up. What if he couldn't win Zoya back?
No. No, he couldn't think like that. She'd gifted him with her virginity. That meant something to her. To them both.
"He raced after Priya, calling, "Where is she?"
Priya leaned against the kitchen counter and accepted a coffee mug from Samar. She blew on the liquid, taking her sweet time.
"Please," he said. "With a cherry on top of me."
She smiled at him, still not in any kind of hurry. "I suggest you pack a bag and move into the Ratibad Inn for a while."
His control frayed, ready to snap at any second. "This is my house. I'm not going anywhere. Just tell me where the hell she is."
"Tone," Samar snapped a second time.
Priya patted Asad on the cheek. "Did I mention"
"the inn has a new maid? And get this. She seems to have a soft spot for idiots."
"* * *
Zoya stuffed a pillow into a fresh case. She'd been washing, dusting and vacuuming all day, and if she wanted to keep this job"which she did, she had to"she would be washing, dusting and vacuuming all evening. Her arms, back and thighs ached. Her feet screamed in protest. Despite the blast of the air conditioner, which she'd cranked to high, perspiration created a film over her skin.
"You didn't do it right." Akram reclined in the center of the king-size bed, as smug as a pasha being serviced by his least favorite concubine.
"Do it again."
Though she would have preferred to smother him with the pillow, she removed the stuffing and once again fit it inside the case. In the past few hours, half the town had moved into the inn, it seemed. Word of Tara's promised "elite package" had spread fast.
"And wipe the mirror again," he said. "I see streaks."
"You know, Akram," she said, "if you spent half as much time pleasing your girlfriend as you do tormenting me, she'd be the happiest girl on the planet."
He glowered. "Trust me. She's plenty pleased."
"You sure about that? The few times I've seen her, she's looked miserable."
Before he could respond, Mita peeked her head through the crack in the door. "We've got another customer waiting for you to clean, Room twelve."
Great!
"But she isn't done in here," Akram complained.
"You've had her for over an hour," Mita retorted,
"Your time's up."
Amid Akram's protests, Zoya dropped her rag on the floor and at last abandoned the sinking ship.
"Thank you," she told Mita when they were alone in the hall.
The girl hmphed and flounced away. No name-calling? Well, if that wasn't progress, Zoya didn't know what was.
As she made her way to room twelve, Tara came around the far corner and joined her. "Oh, Miss Faaruqui! Isn't this amazing? At this rate, I'll have Jiya's orthodontic work paid for without having to mortgage my home or freelance contract killing. Someone once asked me to do that, you know."
"How wonderful for you."
"Isn't it? Carry on, carry on." Tara patted her shoulder before skipping off.
"Glad my humiliation could help."
"Yes, yes, keep up the good work." Tara nodded enthusiastically before disappearing around the corner.
Zoya reached her destination and raised her hand to knock, but the door was already open. Another eager customer. Yippee. Who was it this time?
She stepped inside with a resigned, "Hello?"
A bag rested on the bed, small, black and masculine. A minute after the water shut off in the bathroom, hinges creaked"and out stepped Asad, wearing nothing but a thin cotton towel.
Heart hammering, she stepped back and bumped into the door, shutting it and sealing herself inside. Curses! He looked good. Too good. His hair was darker when it was wet, the strands stuck to his brow and cheeks, dripping droplets of water onto his shoulders and the hard ridges of his chest.
His gaze narrowed on her. "I heard my lollipop had changed careers, and decided to come see for myself."
Her body began to ache for a reason that had nothing to do with work, readying for this man, as always. Tremors rocked her, and she did her best to hide them. At least the fatigue that had plagued her for the past few hours vanished in a blink, replaced by sizzling energy.
Run to him...
No! Never again. "I'm not cleaning your room while you watch," she announced.
"Good. The room isn't dirty." His smile was dark, humorless. "I'm afraid you'll be cleaning something else."
He'd come to sleep with her? After everything that had happened between them? bas***d! "If you say your body, I will smack you."
"As you can see, my body isn't dirty, either."
Disappointment poked at her, and it only made her angrier. "Then what?"
"What else?" He tapped his temple. "My mind is absolutely filthy. If you knew half the things I'm thinking right now...the things I want to do to you..."
"Of course you want sex. You're incapable of meeting anyone's emotional needs."
Pain ravaged his features. He reached for her. "Zoya."
"No. I'm leaving," she said, nails cutting into her palms, drawing blood. "We broke up, and you started seeing other girls."
"I'm not seeing other girls."
"Too bad for you. Maybe I'm seeing other guys." She turned, grabbed the knob.
He was behind her in a blink, planting his hands flat on the door, keeping her sealed inside with him. "You're not going anywhere, baby. Apparently we have ourselves a bit of a communication problem, and we're going to work through it here and now."
Too close! His body heat enveloped her. His scent invaded her nose, her every cell. "You're wrong. There's nothing to work through."
"If that were true, baby, I'd have no reason to go on."
She went still. He put his mouth at her ear, whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let you go. Sorry I didn't come after you. I was stupid, and I was wrong."
Tears in her eyes. "It's too little, too late, Asad."
"I refuse to believe that."
"Your women""
"Nothing happened with them. I escorted them around town to make you jealous, and then I took them home. I hated every second, and I promise you, it will never happen again."
"I don't care."
"Are you seeing other men?"
"No. I'm no longer in high school."
His relieved breath tickled her nape. "I'm in uncharted territory here. I was bound to mess up."
Stay strong! "You don't see happiness in your future."
"Baby, I meant I have only ever expected doom and gloom. I was afraid to hope for anything else, but with you, I am happy."
"I... I don't care."
But he wasn't done. "When I told you I felt trapped, that I felt like I was in a cage, well, I meant it."
"I don't"" Oh! She reached back, grabbed a hank of his hair and tugged.
"Ow!" He pried her fingers loose, then picked her up and tossed her on the bed. He pounced on her a second later, pinning her down, clasping her wrists over her head and spreading her legs by hooking his feet against her ankles and pushing.
She tried to bite his chin. "Let me go."
He dodged, the action shaking his body against hers"she had to press her lips together to stop a whimper of sudden need.
"The cage refers to my feelings for you, baby, not you as a person," he said, and she once again went still, not daring to hope. "I don't want to care about you this intensely, but I do. I don't want to crave you this strongly, but I do. I don't want to depend on someone else for my happiness, but I do. And I think... I think you don't want to crave me this strongly or depend on me, either, but you do. We're both scared, baby, and we're looking for ways to protect ourselves. But I'd rather look with you."
The tears returned to her eyes, stinging. He had feelings for her. He truly had feelings. He cared for her intensely, craved her strongly and depended on her for his happiness. He was scared, he'd said, and honestly, he was right.
She was, too. In the wake of his admission, she found the strength to face the truth. When she'd imagined having a family, she hadn't factored in the vulnerability she would experience, or the fear of one day losing all she'd come to love.
"All my life I've considered feelings for another person a prison." He released her hands to cup her jaw. "I will never be able to control how you feel about me. I will never be able to force you to stay with me, to accept what I have to offer, and it terrifies me."
"Asad..."
"I want you to give us another chance, Zoya. I need you to. Please."
"But we're both so broken." A relationship wasn't just about finding the right person but also being the right person. "How can we make anything last?"
"We make a decision to fight for what we have."
In a fight, someone always came out the loser.
"Neither of us knows how to fight.
"I know I want you, and that's enough for me. We'll be honest with each other. We'll talk when we're feeling overwhelmed, and when we fight we won't walk away. We'll hash it out and make up in bed." He kissed the corner of her mouth.
"With us, only one thing matters. And it's this. Am I enough for you?"
He gazed deep into her eyes, a moment charged with electricity, a moment of shocking intimacy, every emotion unveiled. Longing, relief. More fear.
And as he peered at her, she thought she even saw...love.
Suddenly, no answer had ever been clearer.
"Yes."
Chapter Twenty-One
Asad had never been so close to losing his mind.
Zoya had vanished. After she'd left him, she'd moved into the Ratibad Inn, one week quickly turning into two. He'd hung out in town as much as possible, needing to see her"needing her to see him"but sightings of her had become fewer and for the past week, there hadn't been a single one.
Seven entire days without knowing where she was or if she was okay.
He'd scoured every inch of his land. He'd talked to"yelled at"the locals. He'd called the PI who'd finally, at long last, found the person responsible for her attack, and asked the guy to search the whole City for Zoya, thinking, fearing, she might have hitched a ride to get as far away from him as possible. If anything had happened to her...
He would want to die. But first, he would kill whoever caused the hurt. The way he'd wanted to kill the girl who'd set her on fire. Kiran Shah. Once a clerk at a little boutique in the City. Now dead, but not by his hand. Two years ago, she lit a coworker on fire, was caught, but hung herself before being sentenced to jail time.
Asad's movements were jerky as he tugged on his pants, buttoned up his shirt. He'd thought he would give Zoya a few days to cool down, to think about things and realize she was miserable without him. She was supposed to come crawling back and plead with him to forgive her for leaving in the first place. She was supposed to forget her questions and his answers and accept what he could offer.
Damn her!
He was skipping work"again"to go hunting for her. If necessary, he would tear this town apart. He just" He had to see her, had to talk to her and perhaps shake some sense into her. He couldn't go on like this.
He missed her. Missed her smile and her laugh. Her spirit. She challenged him. Made him step up and be a better man.
One taste hadn't been enough. For the first time in his life, he'd had a woman once and it had only made him want her more.
Another change, the biggest of all, and one that freaked him out now that she was gone, making it a little harder to breathe, but it was a change he couldn't regret. If he had her, nothing else mattered.
As he swiped up his socks, Priya stormed into his bedroom without knocking. She stopped directly in front of him to poke him in the chest.
"You idiot!"
"Exactly right." A fact he'd lamented many times the past week. "But I'm not sure what crime I committed against you."
Priya poked him a second time. "You see doom and gloom with Zoya. You think relationships are a cage. No wonder she left you."
His every muscle tightened, ready to spring into action. "You talked to her?" He yanked the socks into place, demanding, "Where is she?"
"I'll tell you," she said, in her angriest tone, "after you sit your butt down and listen to me."
Samar heard the commotion and flew out of his bedroom. "What's wrong, angel?"
"Asad is an idiot, that's what."
"Where is Zoya?" Asad demanded, losing patience. "Tell me before I do something we'll both regret." If he had to shake Priya, he would. He would probably lose both of his hands when Samar ripped them off his arms, but that would be a small price to pay.
"Sit!" Priya shrieked."
"All right. So she'd turned into a Devil. Got it. He sat.
"I get that you three boys have problems because of your pasts," she said, pacing in front of him. "But do you really think only you are the one who has suffered? That Zoya doesn't have her fair share?"
Samar held up his hands, all innocence, and backed out of the room. "Sorry, my man. I'd jump on this grenade for you, but...I don't want to." He smacked into Rehaan, who'd just come out of his own room to investigate. "Run," Samar told him, and he did.
"Some friends you are," Asad called.
"Well," Priya insisted.
"No?" he said.
"That's right. No. Zoya has problems, too. While you had to deal with crappy parents and foster care, she had to deal with her father's cruelty and death, then her mother's death, a woman who was her only means of support, all while the entire town hated on her. You think that was easy for her?"
"No," he said more firmly. "Now where the hell is she?"
"Maybe she's in your stupid cage," she snarled, stuck on the word. "A cage? Seriously?"
His teeth gnashed together. "Feelings are a cage." One he'd successfully avoided for most of his adult life. Then Zoya had come along and showed him just how unfulfilled he actually was, how unsatisfied. He wanted to hate her for it, but damn if he didn't like her more.
"Well, at least we now know you have feelings," Priya grumbled. "What about the doom and gloom you see in your future?"
"It's not specific to her, but to me. I don't know how to expect anything else."
She rubbed the back of her neck. "You could have been a little more clear to your girlfriend. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble."
Niether one of them had been in the right frame of mind. Accusation had taken the place of listening.
"Zoya is miserable without you, Asad."
"Good." If he had to suffer, she should, too.
"Good? Good! For a bona fide he-s**t, you sure don't know anything about women. Zoya would give up anything to see you happy. Anything! Even her own happiness."
"If she's so concerned about me, why isn't she here?" The question exploded from him with more force than he'd intended.
"Tone," Samar shouted from somewhere in the house.
Asad winced. Yelling at his friend's girlfriend? Really? He would kick their ass if one of the boys did the same to Zoya. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"What else did Zoya say to you?"
Priya took a moment to huff and puff before admitting, "Mainly that you two want different things."
Different things? Like hell. "She asked for commitment, and I gave it to her."
"Your version of it."
"Yes." He gripped his knees with so much force he might need a wheelchair for the rest of the day. "She told me I wasn't enough for her."
"Do you even have ears?" Exasperated, Priya threw her arms up. "According to Zoya, she told you were offering her wasn't enough. And rightly so. What you're offering wouldn't be enough for anyone."
Screw it! "Where is she, Priya? I've answered your questions, and now I demand answers of my own."
She gave him a pitying look. "You told her you felt caged, and when she set you free, you blamed her for it. She cried, Asad. She went back to living in a tent."
Razors cut through his chest, and he replayed the fight through Zoya's eyes. She'd been scared, her own fears driving her. She'd only wanted reassurance. His admittance they had a chance at something good.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. As the air left him, his upper body just kind of sagged with defeat. Damn it. If she'd mentioned feeling trapped, he would have set her free, too.
"Are relationships always this difficult?" he croaked.
"Only the ones that matter." Priya sighed. "Look, it's not too late to salvage this. She's hurting, and that's a guarantee you'll have to grovel before she'll listen to a word you have to say, but if you don't convince her you're in the relationship of your own free will, that she's an important part of your future, one you can't live without, you'll lose her."
I can't lose her.
"She is an important part of my future."
"Don't tell me, tell her." Priya gazed around his room and grimaced, obviously noting the empty beer bottles he'd discarded. "You aren't just an idiot, you're a pig, and it's a wonder you managed to get someone as classy as Zoya."
With that, she strode out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
He'd messed up. What if he couldn't win Zoya back?
No. No, he couldn't think like that. She'd gifted him with her virginity. That meant something to her. To them both.
"He raced after Priya, calling, "Where is she?"
Priya leaned against the kitchen counter and accepted a coffee mug from Samar. She blew on the liquid, taking her sweet time.
"Please," he said. "With a cherry on top of me."
She smiled at him, still not in any kind of hurry. "I suggest you pack a bag and move into the Ratibad Inn for a while."
His control frayed, ready to snap at any second. "This is my house. I'm not going anywhere. Just tell me where the hell she is."
"Tone," Samar snapped a second time.
Priya patted Asad on the cheek. "Did I mention"
"the inn has a new maid? And get this. She seems to have a soft spot for idiots."
"* * *
Zoya stuffed a pillow into a fresh case. She'd been washing, dusting and vacuuming all day, and if she wanted to keep this job"which she did, she had to"she would be washing, dusting and vacuuming all evening. Her arms, back and thighs ached. Her feet screamed in protest. Despite the blast of the air conditioner, which she'd cranked to high, perspiration created a film over her skin.
"You didn't do it right." Akram reclined in the center of the king-size bed, as smug as a pasha being serviced by his least favorite concubine.
"Do it again."
Though she would have preferred to smother him with the pillow, she removed the stuffing and once again fit it inside the case. In the past few hours, half the town had moved into the inn, it seemed. Word of Tara's promised "elite package" had spread fast.
"And wipe the mirror again," he said. "I see streaks."
"You know, Akram," she said, "if you spent half as much time pleasing your girlfriend as you do tormenting me, she'd be the happiest girl on the planet."
He glowered. "Trust me. She's plenty pleased."
"You sure about that? The few times I've seen her, she's looked miserable."
Before he could respond, Mita peeked her head through the crack in the door. "We've got another customer waiting for you to clean, Room twelve."
Great!
"But she isn't done in here," Akram complained.
"You've had her for over an hour," Mita retorted,
"Your time's up."
Amid Akram's protests, Zoya dropped her rag on the floor and at last abandoned the sinking ship.
"Thank you," she told Mita when they were alone in the hall.
The girl hmphed and flounced away. No name-calling? Well, if that wasn't progress, Zoya didn't know what was.
As she made her way to room twelve, Tara came around the far corner and joined her. "Oh, Miss Faaruqui! Isn't this amazing? At this rate, I'll have Jiya's orthodontic work paid for without having to mortgage my home or freelance contract killing. Someone once asked me to do that, you know."
"How wonderful for you."
"Isn't it? Carry on, carry on." Tara patted her shoulder before skipping off.
"Glad my humiliation could help."
"Yes, yes, keep up the good work." Tara nodded enthusiastically before disappearing around the corner.
Zoya reached her destination and raised her hand to knock, but the door was already open. Another eager customer. Yippee. Who was it this time?
She stepped inside with a resigned, "Hello?"
A bag rested on the bed, small, black and masculine. A minute after the water shut off in the bathroom, hinges creaked"and out stepped Asad, wearing nothing but a thin cotton towel.
Heart hammering, she stepped back and bumped into the door, shutting it and sealing herself inside. Curses! He looked good. Too good. His hair was darker when it was wet, the strands stuck to his brow and cheeks, dripping droplets of water onto his shoulders and the hard ridges of his chest.
His gaze narrowed on her. "I heard my lollipop had changed careers, and decided to come see for myself."
Her body began to ache for a reason that had nothing to do with work, readying for this man, as always. Tremors rocked her, and she did her best to hide them. At least the fatigue that had plagued her for the past few hours vanished in a blink, replaced by sizzling energy.
Run to him...
No! Never again. "I'm not cleaning your room while you watch," she announced.
"Good. The room isn't dirty." His smile was dark, humorless. "I'm afraid you'll be cleaning something else."
He'd come to sleep with her? After everything that had happened between them? bas***d! "If you say your body, I will smack you."
"As you can see, my body isn't dirty, either."
Disappointment poked at her, and it only made her angrier. "Then what?"
"What else?" He tapped his temple. "My mind is absolutely filthy. If you knew half the things I'm thinking right now...the things I want to do to you..."
"Of course you want sex. You're incapable of meeting anyone's emotional needs."
Pain ravaged his features. He reached for her. "Zoya."
"No. I'm leaving," she said, nails cutting into her palms, drawing blood. "We broke up, and you started seeing other girls."
"I'm not seeing other girls."
"Too bad for you. Maybe I'm seeing other guys." She turned, grabbed the knob.
He was behind her in a blink, planting his hands flat on the door, keeping her sealed inside with him. "You're not going anywhere, baby. Apparently we have ourselves a bit of a communication problem, and we're going to work through it here and now."
Too close! His body heat enveloped her. His scent invaded her nose, her every cell. "You're wrong. There's nothing to work through."
"If that were true, baby, I'd have no reason to go on."
She went still. He put his mouth at her ear, whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let you go. Sorry I didn't come after you. I was stupid, and I was wrong."
Tears in her eyes. "It's too little, too late, Asad."
"I refuse to believe that."
"Your women""
"Nothing happened with them. I escorted them around town to make you jealous, and then I took them home. I hated every second, and I promise you, it will never happen again."
"I don't care."
"Are you seeing other men?"
"No. I'm no longer in high school."
His relieved breath tickled her nape. "I'm in uncharted territory here. I was bound to mess up."
Stay strong! "You don't see happiness in your future."
"Baby, I meant I have only ever expected doom and gloom. I was afraid to hope for anything else, but with you, I am happy."
"I... I don't care."
But he wasn't done. "When I told you I felt trapped, that I felt like I was in a cage, well, I meant it."
"I don't"" Oh! She reached back, grabbed a hank of his hair and tugged.
"Ow!" He pried her fingers loose, then picked her up and tossed her on the bed. He pounced on her a second later, pinning her down, clasping her wrists over her head and spreading her legs by hooking his feet against her ankles and pushing.
She tried to bite his chin. "Let me go."
He dodged, the action shaking his body against hers"she had to press her lips together to stop a whimper of sudden need.
"The cage refers to my feelings for you, baby, not you as a person," he said, and she once again went still, not daring to hope. "I don't want to care about you this intensely, but I do. I don't want to crave you this strongly, but I do. I don't want to depend on someone else for my happiness, but I do. And I think... I think you don't want to crave me this strongly or depend on me, either, but you do. We're both scared, baby, and we're looking for ways to protect ourselves. But I'd rather look with you."
The tears returned to her eyes, stinging. He had feelings for her. He truly had feelings. He cared for her intensely, craved her strongly and depended on her for his happiness. He was scared, he'd said, and honestly, he was right.
She was, too. In the wake of his admission, she found the strength to face the truth. When she'd imagined having a family, she hadn't factored in the vulnerability she would experience, or the fear of one day losing all she'd come to love.
"All my life I've considered feelings for another person a prison." He released her hands to cup her jaw. "I will never be able to control how you feel about me. I will never be able to force you to stay with me, to accept what I have to offer, and it terrifies me."
"Asad..."
"I want you to give us another chance, Zoya. I need you to. Please."
"But we're both so broken." A relationship wasn't just about finding the right person but also being the right person. "How can we make anything last?"
"We make a decision to fight for what we have."
In a fight, someone always came out the loser.
"Neither of us knows how to fight.
"I know I want you, and that's enough for me. We'll be honest with each other. We'll talk when we're feeling overwhelmed, and when we fight we won't walk away. We'll hash it out and make up in bed." He kissed the corner of her mouth.
"With us, only one thing matters. And it's this. Am I enough for you?"
He gazed deep into her eyes, a moment charged with electricity, a moment of shocking intimacy, every emotion unveiled. Longing, relief. More fear.
And as he peered at her, she thought she even saw...love.
Suddenly, no answer had ever been clearer.
"Yes."
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