AsYa Two-Shot: Ishq Hua Hi Hua... - Completed -

Asad walked out of his room, while reading an email on his phone. He slowly made his way towards the kitchen, replying to it, and once he was done he put his phone away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something pink. As he turned his gaze towards the flash of color, he was greeted with a peculiar sight: Ms. Zoya Farooqui dancing, in a daze, clutching his gifted saree.

His lips curved up slightly, into the faintest of smiles. Before he knew it he was taking small steps towards Zoya's room. He watched her intently, twirling around her room, smiling. He took a few more steps, as he tried to answer the questions bombarding his mind and heart. She's so mesmerizingly beautiful... who is she imagining? She's holding the saree I gave her. Could she... be dreaming about me?

Zoya flitted from side to side, as she imagined being in Asad's arms, being spun around by him. She pictured the Khan's living room decorated with beautiful orange flower garlands, and candles galore. Dainty transparent curtains hanging from every window and railing, the wind blowing through them, encouraging them to dance. And dance they did, as Asad and Zoya followed suit. He spun her round and round. She turned her gaze back at him every time and flashed her dimpled smile.

He spun her one more time, before guiding her back into his arms. Holding her right hand close to his heart, he secured her against him with his other hand on her waist. They looked into each other's eyes, a small, knowing smile playing on both their lips. Their faces drew closer and closer to each other, both of them looking at each others' lips, then their eyes.

Zoya continued her twirling, until she tripped on the colorful stool near her bedroom door. She closed her eyes tightly, thinking of the bruises she'd have that night from the fall. She waited to yelp in pain, but instead felt herself being enveloped in a pair of strong arms. She instantly recognized his scent, and mentally reveled in it. Zoya slowly opened her eyes, only to find two chocolate orbs looking back her. The saree, which had slipped out of her hands and flown in the air, fell on both of them, draping the pair into a pink bubble. Just like the curtains in her dream.

Asad took in the sight before him. His eyes moved from her's to her dainty nose, and finally to her rosy, plump lips. He brought his eyes back to hers, and got lost in them. Slowly he lifted her a little, moving her closer to his chest. Once she was on both feet, he took his left hand and entwined his fingers with those of her right hand, which was now on his chest, where his heart was racing crazily.

Zoya could feel his erratic heartbeat under their fingers, grateful she wasn't the only one losing it. Their fingers... She mentally smiled at the thought, and gently squeezed his hand. She saw a faint smile form on his lips as she did, and let her eyes wander. She traced his features with her eyes: his perfectly tipped nose, his chiseled jaw and the breathtaking dimples that were starting to form on his cheeks. She felt the urge to caress one of those dimples with her free hand. She looked back into his eyes, as if asking for permission, and before her mind could stop her, she felt her fingers on his cheek.

Asad felt a tinge of electricity run through him as she traced his right dimple with her soft fingers. His thumb caressed the back of the hand pressed up against his heart, in response and her saw a glimmer in her eyes.

"Zoya..." he whispered in a husky voice, full of desire.

She shuddered at the feel of his breath fanning her face and his eyes boring into hers. Zoya closed her eyes. She felt her skin tingle as his thumb caressed her hand, and subconsciously ran her free hand down to his jaw, and to his neck, sliding her arm around it. She slowly ran her hand through the small hairs on the nape of his neck and made her way further into his hair.

Asad let go of her hand on his heart and put his finger below her chin. Zoya opened her eyes as she felt his touch again, and slowly met his eyes.

"Asad..."

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