FF: Mangalpur Madness #2 - last part on pg 41 - Page 15

Originally posted by: MsTiara

You're back!!! 😃

I hope you're okay ... ?

THANK YOU for another wonderful chapter! 👏

Sorry about the slight delay!! Was busy this week, launching my new software (: So happy that's done successfully!! Here's the next part as part of my celebrations (:

Mangalpur Madness: Part 32

"Mr Khan, you can put me down now. It's just a short distance, I can walk that much myself," Zoya probed, when she noticed that they were reaching the car. Instead of listening to her, Asad simply tightened his grip on Zoya, whilst letting out a disapproving grunt. Zoya rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile on her face, and then began struggling against him.

Asad had been trying his best to keep his anger in check, but it was starting to seem like Zoya was intentionally trying to piss him off. Instead of thanking him for carrying her all the way, she was now insisting that he put her down. What a strange girl! The more she struggled to get out of his arms, the more his anger built up in his head. He began taking larger and stronger strides, mostly out of anger. And that's when he heard a loud gasp from Zoya, her struggling ceasing immediately as well.

Asad looked down at her in confusion, and then looked away almost immediately as well, once realization had dawned upon him. He'd been so busy stomping his feet like a spoilt child, that he hadn't even realized when his foot had accidentally stepped on Zoya's trailing sari pallu, causing it to undrape off of the top half of her body. He scrunched his eyes shut at his own stupidity and immediately loosened his grip, as Zoya hurriedly removed herself from his arms.

Zoya sucked in her breath as Asad put her down, her heart beating crazily in her chest and tears starting to form in her eyes. Sometimes the intensity of Asad's anger scared her, and it was difficult to keep hiding it. Her shaky fingers sought out the end of her pallu as she tried to make herself look presentable again.

Asad looked down nervously, the only thing in sight being the cloth from the undraped part Zoya's sari pooled on the ground at their feet. He kept his eyes fixed on the cloth, and watched as small portions of the cloth got pulled up from the ground by Zoya. He couldn't but notice that the cloth seemed to be shaking quite a bit, more than it normally should in such light breeze. He let his eyes travel up just slightly, and managed to catch sight of Zoya's trembling hands tugging at the cloth slowly.

Asad groaned inwardly and shook his head, disappointed at himself. He'd successfully managed to frighten Zoya with his anger to this extent. Finding a need to right his wrong, Asad took a step forward and closed his hand over Zoya's trembling ones, slowly easing her hands off the cloth. He felt a wave of relief hit him when Zoya obliged and let go. He took over, skimming the cloth with his fingers until he found the end of the pallu. Carefully, he draped the cloth over Zoya's chest and left shoulder, mindful not to let his fingers touch her at all.

Once he was done, Zoya turned away from him, and began limping towards the main road again, her silence deafening. He frowned at that thought, and also at the fact that Zoya's pallu was sweeping the ground behind her shoulder where he had draped it. He quickly caught up with her and grabbed her pallu off the ground.

Zoya stopped in her tracks as she felt the resistance of the pallu on her shoulder. She knew Asad had gotten hold of her pallu, and she could also sense that he was now nearing her from the back. Half of her wanted to pull her pallu out of his hands and stomp off, but the other half wanted to wait and see what he wanted to say... or do. The latter half won when she realized that Asad was already right behind her and her feet hadn't made any attempt to run from there.

"Sorry," Asad whispered huskily into Zoya's ear, as he leaned into her hair. He slowly pulled the remaining part of her pallu over her back and draped it over her right shoulder, the end now dangling off the front of her right shoulder. Asad tried to push his luck, and instead of removing his hand from the cloth and stepping away, he placed his hand on her upper arm tentatively, waiting for her response. Zoya did not flinch away from his touch, and she leaned back into him ever so slightly, her back now touching his chest. Asad smiled softly at his little victory, and took the opportunity to sweep Zoya up into his arms again, carrying her all the way to the car this time, just as he had planned to all along.

XXX

Aren't I starting to irritate you guys with how slow these two are progressing :p