Asad was sitting on the bed with his laptop in his hand, his eyes not leaving the screen and his hands busy in constant typing. He looked at the clock hanging in his bedroom. 11:30. He sighed and closed the laptop, feeling a little ache in his head, and his throat dry. He looked at his side-table for some water, but unfortunately the jug was empty. Feeling a little frustrated, he got off the bed and moved out of the room.
As he passed the corridor, he heard slight and muffled sobs. He realized that the sounds were coming from Zoya's room. He frowned and moving forward, he softy pushed the door open, as he felt the sobs grow louder. Scanning the room, he finally found her, standing in front of the window with her hands covering her tear-stained face, as her sobs grew even louder. His heart clenched at the sight, seeing her like this, he felt tears in his own eyes.
"Zoya" He called her softy. He turned around and looked up to see Asad standing.
Not thinking twice, she ran up to him and hid in his embrace, as his arms enveloped her on an impulse. She clutched his shirt and sobbed. He caressed her back, in order to calm her down. Her sobs soon turned into hiccups and he got worried.
"Zoya'.what happened?" Asad asked, caressing her hair, "What's wrong?" He asked softly.
Zoya regained her senses as she heard him call her; she realized she was in his arms and he was hugging her back! She slowly came out of his embrace, breaking the hug, trying to control her burning cheeks. He made her sit on the bed, as he fetched a glass of water from the side-table, and gave it to Zoya, who refused at first, but his stern gaze made her take it.
"Feeling better?" He asked softy, as he sat beside her.
"Hmm'" she said as she pushed the glass back, after taking a sip.
"Are you ok Zoya?"
"Yes Mr. Khan'I am fine" he said, trying to sound normal
"Zoya'you can share it with me'" There was something in his eye that calmed her down and gave her some kind of strength. She looked down as a tear slipped down her cheek.
"I was missing my mother" she said, her voice teary. Asad frowned but didn't interrupt. He got up from the bed and moved towards the window.
"I was very small when my Ammi left me'forever. She died in the fire our house caught, in order to save me'" She said, as a fresh set of tears started to flow out of her eyes. "I know I shouldn't say this'but I always feel jealous when I see you and Najma with Phupi'.you know you are very lucky Mr. Khan'you had your Ammi at least. I had no one...neither Ammi nor Abbu'.I was alone all my life and I will be alone'."
Asad was stunned; he had always seen the brave and chirpy Zoya'.but here was a complete broken Zoya, a vulnerable who wanted some shoulder to lean on, to cry her heart out. He got up and walked towards her; he made her face him and cupped her face. She looked at him, little surprised.
"You are not alone Zoya'.I will always be there for you" He meant each and every word of his, no matter what happens he will be by her side.
She looked in his eyes and could see nothing but honesty. A tear rolled down her cheek and in no time she felt his lips on her cheek, kissing the tear away. She closed her eyes and gasped. He pulled back and saw her eyes closed. She was so beautiful! He kept looking at her when she opened her eyes and found him staring back. She had a sudden urge to kiss him.
Her wish was soon granted as she felt him place his manly lips over her soft ones and kiss her softly. Her breathe got stuck in her throat as she felt him kiss her. She could fee him caress her back sensually. Making her respond back, he kissed her softly, wanting to take all her pain. He wanted to soothe her, calm her, make her forget all her pain, wanting to tell her that she was not at all alone, he meant what he said; he will be by her side always.
The gentle kiss on turned into a passionate one as she granted him entrance in her mouth, she moaned as their tongues fought for dominance. She snaked her hands around his neck and fisted his hair making him go wild and kiss her madly. His hands kept caressing her waist, making imaginary patterns on it, she gasped. He left her lips and moved down towards her neck and kept kissing her passionately.
"Asad" she moaned
Asad. The name sounded so beautiful from her mouth. He kept kissing her neck until he bit her unknowingly, she hissed. He licked the spot in order to make her feel better. He moved upwards and placed his lips upon hers once again and kissed her softly.
Slowly, they parted, his hands still on her waist and hers still around his neck. They kept looking in each other's eye, trying to fathom their feelings for each other. They moved away from each other reluctantly. Zoya cheeks turned crimson which made Asad give a half but genuine smile.
Asad slowly left the room and Zoya stood rooted too the spot. She touched her lips, still feeling the warmth of his lips there, she was surprised to see how he managed to handle her, hiss one touch made her forget all her pain, her sorrows. Her lips cured up into a smile as her cheeks grew redder.
Asad sat on his bed with his head in his hands. His lips curved into a smile as their kiss replayed in his mind, his smile grew wider as he remembered Zoya blushing. He knew that neither he nor Zoya regretted whatever happened, but he was still confused about her feeings for him. But one thing he was sure of; his feelings for her.
Walking up to the window, he glanced at the full moon and smiled.
He was falling in love with Ms. New York hoity toity.
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Salam! :) This is my first OS on IF nd and on AsYa as well! And I am really nervous about it! :P I know its kinda lame...but still a try!
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