So I have no idea why I wrote this. I am perfectly happy with the way the scar scene turned out. But I guess I thought that if they had been ready, this would've been a good opportunity for Asad to confess his feelings.So hope it's not too crappyš
Kya Yehi Pyaar Hai?
"Mein," she tried to compose herself, but could feel her voice crack. "Mein hamesha inne chipake rakh thi hoon," she managed. She noticed a tear fall from his left eye. Zoya's gaze shifted from his to the floor, as another tear streamed down her milky complexion. Why is he crying? she thought to herself, as she absentmindedly moved her dupatta back up.
Asad noticed her hand pulling the dupatta to hide the scar again, and immediately reached for it. Zoya looked up at him, bewildered. He lifted his other hand, and gently wiped her tears from one cheek, and then the other. She looked at him, her eyes full of questions.
"Aapko kuch chupane ki zaroorat nahin hai." He took the same hand that had wiped her tears, and gently placed it on her scarred tissue. "Aap iske saath bhi utni hi khoobsurat hain. Aur..." He hesitated.
She looked at him with grateful, and stunned eyes. He thinks I'm beautiful... even after seeing my most hideous scar... She didn't quite understand why his approval of her, and his indifference to her scar made her feel like so elated, but somehow his one statement, made her feel warm, and... loved.
Asad watched her changing expressions. No, Asad, he told himself. It's now or never. He closed his eyes and opened them to meet a pair of patient yet curious almond-shaped eyes. He took a small breath and continued.
"Aur, isse, meri mohabbat bhi bilkul kaam nahin hui hai," he said, his voice just above a whisper, looking firmly into her kohl lined orbs. It felt good. As if a huge weight had been lifted off of his heart. He'd done it. He'd finally told her he loved her. He observed her carefully, registering the myriad of emotions flickering in her eyes.
Zoya froze. His words echoed in her ears like church bells. Did he just say what I think he said? M- mohabbat...?
Seeing her speechless, he continued. "Haan, Ms. Fa-." He mentally smacked himself. "Zoya..."'
Zoya could feel her insides melt. She loved the sound of her name in his deep husky voice. She didn't know why, but the way he said it made it feel special, unique. Focus, Zoya. Jahapana is actually talking to you. He's actually telling you what he feels. Focus on what he's saying, and not his voice. His deep, sexy, husky... STOP!
"Zoya, mein tumse... mohabbat karta hoon. Yehi woh baat hai. Jo mein itne dino se tumhe batane ki koshish kar raha tha. Hum dono bohot alag hai, lekin tumne aakar meri zindagi badal di. Tumhare aane se pehle, mein sirf apne dimaag ka sunta tha. Lekin dheere dheere mujhe ehsaas hua ki, kambakhat dil bhi hai." He chuckled. "Aur tabse, yeh dil, jo pehle ek pathar tha," he smirked, remembering her quip about her dimples and his response about them being useless on a stone heart, "ab sirf aur sirf ek shaks ke liye dharak tha hai. Zoya, mera dil tumhare liye dharak tha hai. Only you. I, I love you."
Zoya blinked. Twice. Was this really the same man who could never go beyond "woh actually?" The same man who, not moments ago, was put on the spot and couldn't mouth his feelings, was now pouring his heart out to her. Telling her everything she had longed to hear from him. She didn't even realize she wanted to hear those words until he said them. That's what she was aching to hear from him. But... why? Why does this one fact, that he LOVES her, make her want to shout it at the top of her lungs to every stranger on the nearest street?
"Zoya?" said a hopeful, but fearful Asad. That was enough to snap her out of her revere.
"Mr. Khan, mein... Mein nahin jaanti ki mein aapke liye kya feel karti hoon," she started. But as she said these first few words, she noticed his face drain of all color.
"Nahin! Mera matlab yeh nahi hai ki mein aapke liye kuch bhi nahin feel karti hoon." As she explained this, she saw Asad relax a little. But Asad was still confused. Is she just letting me down easy? Allah, what is she trying to say!
"Lekin...," she continued. Come on, Zoya. If he's so sure of his feelings, then maybe... Maybe he can understand yours? She looked into his eyes, seeing the longing and tender care for her in them. She smiled.
"Aapko pata hai, Mr. Khan. Jab bhi aap mere aas paas hote hain, to sab kuch alag sa lagta hai. Jab bhi aap mujhe choo the hai, to pata nahin mujhe kya ho jatha hai. Meri saasein atak jaati hain, aur mein theek se soch bhi nahin paati hoon. Mein jab bhi ghir jaati hoon, mujhe hamesha lagta hai ki aap mujhe kisi bhi tara pakar lenge." She noticed his lips curve a little, into one of his rare half smiles. "Aur," she continued," yeh... nikaah... Mein nahin jaanti kyun, lekin yeh sab mujhe galat nahin lagta." She paused to his reaction to her words.
Asad's smile grew a little more. She loves me. Everything that happens to me when I'm around her, happens to her, too.
As if reading his thoughts, she continued. "Kya isse hi mohabbat keh the hai? Kya... aapke saath bhi, aisa kuch hota hai?" Somehow, she still wasn't sure. Of his feelings, of her feelings, and if all this was really happening. Mein aur... Jahapana? She mentally giggled at the prospect.
Asad's heart swelled a hundred times over. He coudn't believe it. She felt the same. She was just as affected by him as he was by her. He felt like crushing her into his embrace, but he knew she needed a more direct answer. His words were once again failing him. Why, he didn't know. It hadn't been so hard the first time.
He took the hand that was holding hers and the dupatta, and slid it down onto her waist. With his other hand, he caressed her right cheek, and let it rest on her milky neck. He looked into her eyes. Slowly, he leaned his head a little closer to hers, and stopped just a centimeter away from her lips. He looked down at them, and then back up at her eyes, searching them for any hint of resistance. Seeing none, he closed the distance and placed his lips on her red, luscious ones.
Zoya was shocked by his sudden proximity, but realized she liked the tingling feeling he was causing to travel all over her body with his slightest touch. Blurry thoughts, check. Erratic breathing, check, she thought to herself, a smile playing on her lips. His lips felt so soft against hers, as he nibbled her lower lip, and then her upper one.
Their lips fit perfectly with each other, just as they completed each other.
What happened next? Well that's for them to know and you to wonder!
I really don't know what I just wrotešTomatoes, chappals and eggs are all welcomeš¤£Please comment and like, if you really liked it!š
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