I am really, really sorry about the delay!! I wrote this in a rush because I feel so bad for keeping you guys waiting for so long, hope it's okay! This one's for mochhug, your comments never fail to make me smile (:
Mangalpur Madness: Part 30
"Whatever!" Zoya huffed, once she'd managed to stop gaping at Asad. She crossed her arms and turned away from him, unable to look him in the eye anymore. Asad shook his head and smiled as he watched Zoya respond like a child throwing a tantrum. His smile turned into a frown when he realized the top dori of her blouse was still hanging open from the time she had attempted to dry her pallu.
"Um, Miss Farooqui? Woh... aapka blouse..." Asad began to explain, hoping that Zoya would get the drift without him having to complete the sentence. Zoya lifted both her arms and began patting the back of her blouse, trying to figure out what was wrong. Her fingers brushed the one end of the open dori and gasped, realizing that her back was probably more exposed than it should be. And to top it all off, it was in full view of Asad. She quickly grabbed the ends and tried to tie them together, her hands shaking on their own accord. She could feel Asad's gaze on her, and it was making her very nervous.
Asad watched amusedly as Zoya struggled with the simple task of tying two ends of a dori together, easily understanding that her trouble with it stemmed from the fact that she knew he was watching her. He also knew that he should look away, but he found himself walking towards her instead, stopping once he was standing right behind her. Her breathing became slightly heavier and Asad knew she had already sensed his presence.
"Aapne bataya nahi, aapko kaise pata?" Asad asked, his hands closing over her shaky ones. She slowly let her hands slip free of the dori as Asad took them in his palms. He closed his fingers over hers and slowly lowered her arms. Zoya tried to collect her thoughts and make sense of what Asad was asking her.
"I mean, I didn't even say anything about it... yet you knew exactly what I was thinking," Asad continued, his voice turning into a husky whisper as he leaned his head into her hair. Zoya felt a shiver go through her entire being as she leaned back into him. That's when it struck her. He must be talking about how she knew about his insecurities with regards to his father.
"Aapko kuch kehne ki zaroorat hi nahi hai Mr Khan, I can tell what's going through your mind just from your expressions and your actions," Zoya explained, her voice just as soft as his. She felt Asad breathe in the scent of her hair heavily before letting go of her hands and moving back from her. She felt her blouse tighten a little, and realized that Asad must've taken over the job of tying her dori.
"If my actions and expressions are enough for you to understand me, why do you still find a need to discuss anything?" Asad asked, speaking in riddles yet again. He tied the dori of her blouse in a swift motion, his fingers brushing her back in the lightest of touches. Zoya's forehead creased in confusion, as she tried to decipher his question yet again. He was talking about the kiss! He didn't want to discuss it.
"Kyunki even though I may have everything figured out myself, sometimes it's still nice to hear it from you anyway," Zoya explained, as Asad ran his palms down both her arms. He stepped forward again, pulling Zoya in to lean against his body. He gathered her hair in his palm and shifted it over her right shoulder, before nuzzling the left side of her neck.
"It's entirely your fault Zoya, you make me tongue-tied," Asad whispered into her ear, causing Zoya to blush a crimson red. She absolutely loved how Asad said her name. The 'z' sound was always so pronounced, and it sounded beautiful rolling off his tongue. She felt Asad's arms wrap around her bare waist and turn her around to face him. She immediately drowned in Asad's intense eyes, not even realizing that he had shifted his head closer to hers, his forehead resting on hers. Their noses brushed a little before Asad's lips finally found Zoya's, placing a chaste kiss on it.
"It's stopped raining Mr Khan," Zoya announced suddenly, pushing against Asad's chest with her palms. She placed her palm on her own chest and quickly calmed her heartbeats. Asad knew he could easily mess with her, but she wasn't going to give in so easily either. She had decided that she was going to make him express what he was feeling verbally, she couldn't back out now!
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