Jus came to check if u have updayed lke last night lol
no updates?????????????? :(
Originally posted by: goingreen91
Hey jazmeen (: I just woke up a while ago!! Give me a few hours haha I will definitely churn out something by then (:
Thank u love m going to sleep in a while so if u won't update till few he's I will get it to read it in the morning love it muahhhz
Hi guys! I tried to squeeze in a slightly longer update this time, hope you like it (: Oh and I realize that having a story with more than 10 parts already can't possibly be called a short story, so I'll be changing this to an FF! Since I know for a fact that I have lots more planned before this story wraps up (: Anyway here you go, enjoy (:
Mangalpur Madness: Part 11
Asad and Zoya sat there alone for a long time, until even Zoya's mehendi had dried on her hands. Asad continued to bring small morsels of food to his mouth, and then Zoya's mouth. The intimacy of this slowly dawned upon the both of them after a while, maybe because there was no one around and so their attention was focused entirely on each other. Zoya began to cough nervously, and Asad quickly brought a glass of water to her mouth with his handcuffed hand, as his other hand slowly stroked her back to reduce her discomfort. What he didn't know is that he was actually increasing her discomfort, by making her squirm in awareness of how close they were. She quickly got up once he placed the glass back down on the table.
"Mr Khan, let's go to... the room. I need to remove my mehendi before sleeping as well, so let's go quickly," Zoya said, choosing her words wisely. She was going to say let's go to our room, but then she realized that saying our room sounded too personal. She had expected Asad to agree and get up, but he simply continued to sit there, shaking his head slowly.
"Miss Farooqui, if you remove your mehendi in the room, it'll fly everywhere in the room, and I don't think I'll be able to sleep knowing that. Please remove your mehendi outside," Asad said. Zoya thought about it for a while, before shrugging in agreement. Asad led Zoya out of the house, and then sat down on a bench there, under the starry night sky. Zoya began rubbing her hands together, causing the dried mehendi to fall onto the soil below the bench. Each time she rubbed them, Asad's handcuffed hand would brush against Zoya's thigh involuntarily and it was really beginning to bother her. So within minutes, she insisted that she was done and began to rise up from the bench.
"Done? But there are still small pieces of mehendi stuck on your palm, I can see that," Asad said pointedly, as he nodded towards her hands. Zoya looked down at her palms and realized that he was right. There were some stubborn pieces that refused to come off.
"It's okay Mr Khan, it'll come off on its own naturally, let's just go back in," Zoya said, as she began tugging at Asad's wrist with the handcuff. She couldn't sit here outside under the beautiful stars with Asad for much longer, the context was much too romantic and she wasn't sure what would happen if they continued to stay here. Unfortunately for her, Asad just continued to sit there, staring at her confusedly.
"What nonsense Miss Farooqui! I won't allow little flecks of mehendi to fall off on their accord around the room; the thought itself makes me mad. Fine, if you're lazy to do it, I will. Come here," Asad commanded, his OCD side taking over his personality once again. He grabbed Zoya's hand and made her sit back down. He took her left hand into his and began peeling off all of the remaining mehendi from her hand. Zoya stared at him in awe. Was this the same Asad who seemed positively disgusted at the thought of mehendi just a while ago?
Asad ignored the look of pure disbelief that Zoya was shooting at him, and finished the task at hand. Then he took hold of her right handcuffed hand and began to do the same. As he peeled off the last bit, something in the design caught his eye. He instinctively began stroking that part with his thumb, amazed at how beautiful it looked on her hand. Zoya's breath quickened when she realized that Asad was done, but was now stroking her palm painfully slowly. She noticed that he was staring intently at her palm as he did that, so she moved her head closer to see what was there.
"Asad..." Zoya whispered, as she read out the Urdu word woven seamlessly into the intricate mehendi design on her hand. Asad immediately tore his eyes away from her palm to join her eyes. It had been a long time since he had heard his name escape from her lips, and he loved how sensuous it sounded. He stopped stroking her palm, and moved his hand down to her wrist. He lifted her hand to his lips, allowing her fingers to brush across his jaw first, before placing a soft kiss on her palm. Zoya let out a soft sigh at this, shutting her eyes in pleasure.
"Asad bhaijaan? Zoya Paaji??" they heard their names being called out by Maryam from the back, and Asad immediately removed Zoya's hand from his face. Zoya opened her eyes in panic as well, hoping that Maryam hadn't seen what transpired between them. She noted that Asad's fingers were still clasped around her wrist, even though he had lowered her hand. Both of them turned around to face Maryam.
"Oh aap log hi hai! I couldn't really see clearly from the main door, but I could make out that there were two people sitting here," Maryam said, as she began to walk towards them from the main door. Zoya heaved a sigh of relief, when she realized that Maryam hadn't seen anything. "It's a good thing I noticed you guys! I was just about to lock the main door for the night. Now come back in!" Maryam ordered, as she grabbed Zoya's arm and guided her towards the door. Asad let his handcuffed hand glide down from Zoya's wrist and slip into her palm, lacing his fingers with hers, and then followed Maryam's lead back to the house.
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Hehe hope I did justice to the Asad-Zoya romance you guys were expecting!
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