AsYa TS- Love Finds Its Way :)

Engulfed in the blanket of clouds, in the blue sky she stood facing him'. She saw love in those deep brown eyes ' his gaze traversed its way from her eyes to her wide forehead, her ears, her nose before finally settling on her full lips'..he looked back in her eyes, they had a sheen of agreement, her lips parted in invitation, slowly he lowered his head so that his lips could meet hers''but !!!! just when his lips were about to claim hers'.. she started to melt ' suddenly she realized that she was not a body any more, she had turned Into water and she was flowing'

Wait!!! Did She actually convert into water'..

Allah Miyan!!! Whats wrong with me'.. Zoya got up from her bed sweating'.. phir se vohi khwaab, uff, She looked at the bedside clock'.

"9 baj gaye' Allah Miya!!! This dream man will be the death of me" cried Zoya while throwing her blanket away, sprinting her way to the bathroom of her cozy one room Apartment in the National Capital"

It was third day in a row that she was late to work'. Ever since Zoya came to India from New York four months ago, this dream man was haunting her.. not only during the nights, she had been caught day dreaming as well by her colleagues at the NGO she was volunteering in'.

"aaj phir se mujhe apne explanations tyyar rakhne honge, because I very well know Mr Ayaan Ahmed Khan, baal ki khaal nkalega bina use chain nah padega'." She muttered pouting while locking the door of her apartment and dashing her way towards the stairs not waiting for the lift which was apparently on the ground floor..

Zoya loved to commute by delhi metro'. It reminded her of NY, clean stations, decent coaches and though different than NY, a ladies compartment'.. well, she didn't mind entering a general one but she hated the stink that most men carried with them'

She literally ran her way to the Govind puri metro station and her stop was Jangpura where she would take a cycle rickshaw to reach "Hands that work" the NGO which catered to education of girl child, usually daughters of various house helps that lived in the areas close by'. As Zoya reached on the platform, she ran like a bullet to the compartment right on front of her, only to stop inside and face palming herself mentally to realize this was an over crowded general coach, and preparing herself to breathe through her mouth to avoid the stench'.

"Allah miyan, ek to itni garmi upar se, naak band rakhne ka third degree torture' ufff" she blurted under her breath, before bumping into firm back of a tall man who stood at the junction of two compartments. She was ready to take in the foul smell from the armpits of this lad, clad in formal white shirt and khaki pants, instead, what she felt was far from what she had expected, zoya felt electric sensations through her body as she took in the smell of the perfume he was wearing, suddenly everything around her started to move in slow motion, she could see tall buildings in Nehru place swaying, the lotus temple literally blooming, clothes in the residential apartments made teasing patterns in the air '..

"this man, is he wearing tequila shots??? What is happening to my head??" Intrigued, she thought wondering, trying hard to remember if she ate anything funny since morning' simultaneously reaching the pole and holding on to it before finally turning her gaze towards the yummy flavored man'. One look at him, and she froze in her place'' her eyes became wide'. Like WIDE with surprise and she felt funny sensations in her stomach'.. First time in her life she was actually thankful to her sunglasses and fringes which shielded the shock in her eyes, thankful to the chatter of the automated announcer which deafened the shrill gasp that she let out'

Her Dream Man was right in front of her'.. she tried her best not to look even a bit affected and as she took in his face, his hair'. Allah!!!, his perfect jawline, his pointed Kashmiri nose, (well Kashmiri nose, yeah, if there can be a Roman nose, there can be a Kashmiri nose, she is Indian after all!!!), his toned body that threatened to kill. She suddenly felt the urge to reach out to him and touch his face to see if he really existed, or was that again her dream'..she looked around her, trying to see fellow commuters, the other females in the compartment who were drooling at the sight he made, confirmed that he was real, not a figment of her imagination.. In a compartment full of males, he stood out as the only Man' like Zoya even he was wearing his glares, she really could not make out where his gaze was fixed'. At her, really??? No no, past her' at the station guide, yes'

Her phone rang, and she jumped out of her reverie'. It was Najma calling "Zoya, kahan ho????

"I'm on my way, late ho gayi yaar" Zoya pouted

"offo, lagta hai Ayaan Bhaijaan se bolkar tumhare timings change karne padenge, you know the girls are waiting for u, jaldi aao, aur haan apni passenger train raashte mein kahin rokna mat, seedhe aana" najma said teasing her

"Allah Miyan, whats wrong with you, aa to''.." Before Zoya could complete her sentence she saw her dream man making his way in the crowd to the door as the next stop was Moolchand, and even before she hung up, she saw him leave the train and stand at the platform turning to face the compartment he had just left'.

"oh, nooo, Najma I have to hang up" cried Zoya, and decided to get of on the same station as him, but the doors had closed on her' she would have broken the window of the metro to follow the man, had it not left and caught its usual bullet speed