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Hello QHians!
Thankyou all...for such a warm response.
This time I have come up with a quick and long update.
This part is dedicated to kurup( Thnks for ur sincere suggestions.)
Part 8:- Blooming love...
It was an unusually hectic task.
Zoya was scrutinizing the guest list of the prom night which included almost thousand names. She was sure that the criminal was one among them because apart from the following names no one else was allowed in the venue on that day.
She required the blood sample of this particular crowd in order to compare with the test reports of the criminal.
If only she could collate the matches, a further investigation of the case possible.
Moreover, she had an advantage in her kitty, B- was a rare and infrequent blood group, hence easy to figure.
The idea was applaud worthy. But, from where the hell was she supposed to get the blood samples?
It bothered her.She took a soft copy of the list and left the place.
* * * * * * * * * *
Asad was going through the process of self-condemnation.
He could not digest the happenings rather the facts. This girl was so unpredictable, difficult to be read.
Instead of being furious, she had comforted him.She had given him hope in despair whereas it was actually her who needed it the most. It just added to the guilt.
He looked towards Najma for a direction. He wanted justice for her but didn't know how?
Dilshaad came up to him.
"I think we need to review. You should go to Zoya, provide help for it is about Najma. We need to get hold of the criminal, Asad." He hugged her and she planted a loving kiss on his forehead.
He looked at Najma for the last time and walked out of the room.
* * * * * * * * *
He had been standing there past ten minutes. A little hesitant he was, to ring the bell and before he could,his eyes met hers.
Bright, clear and shiny, not a tinge of make up. They were a mirror to her beautiful soul. They showed clear expressions of her inner feelings.
Asad could say, she looked surprised "Pleasantly", to his relief and ravishingly hot, he thought.
She was more than happy to find him. She could not helping pondering over her actions yesterday. They were spontaneous. There was this unknown feeling that pulled her towards him. She wanted a definition from him, kind of a help. She decided to speak to him.
Her milky white skin turned into shades of crimson red. His intense stare burned her.She felt conscious under his scrutiny.
He couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or actually blushing, he preferred the later though.
Her wet locks were hanging loosely to on one of her shoulders and droplets of water kissed her clear skin.
He was mesmerized by this flawless beauty.
"Woh...ap... yahan?"she asked lowering her eyelids. She could not cope up with his gaze and the thought brought a slight smile on her face.
Asad registered that change. He smirked too. Probably, they were in the same boat, he thought.
"Hmnn...woh...actually, mein soch raha tha, Zoya..."OMG! her name sounded so sweet under his sexy composition," I think we should work on this case together." he completed.
She reacted naturally as if she had expected this.
"I'm glad you trust me. Ap plz andar aa jaiye Mr.K...Asad."
* * * * * * * * * *
It didn't take much to get along with each other. Instantly, their inhibitions shed and they started working.
Zoya explained him each and every detail of her investigation. He was impressed would be an understatement, he was blown away by her wits.
An idea cropped up his equally intelligent brain.
"Zoya, why can't we organize a blood donation camp? Being one of the trustees of the college, I can convince the management." he asked and continued"They will surely oblige because even they have suffered because of this case and this camp would bring them under good light.And, most importantly, nobody can suspect our intentions."he concluded.
"Wow! that is a marvellous idea, Asad." she agreed.
This man was an enigma and surely, he was intelligent, anger blocked those Einstein's nerves, she thought.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next morning was hectic.
The event was well organized considering Asad Ahmed Khan standards. Every detail was taken care of. Zoya stood near the gate and took note of each and every person entering the premises.
Besides, she segregated them into categories of teachers, students and others. Of course, she had many helping hands to carry out the laborious task.
Asad had a sharp eye on the guests and whether each and every one present were donating was prime.
The event came to an end. It was grand and successful.The management was happy with the publicity they received.
But, from here started their job.
They browsed through the blood reports piled up on the desk. Out of the many reports they had received, twenty had B- stamped in big, bold letters.
Out of the twenty they had, ten were rejected, since their names was not on the prom guest list. In the end, there were left ten names, they had to investigate.
They were tired after working for so long. They settled in the sofa opposite to the desk they were working on. It was the only comfortable thing in that office so they shared.
It was 1:00 pm. Their tummies growled for they had not eaten anything since morning. Zoya decided to convey this message to Asad so that they could probably go out and eat something.
Asad offered resistance initially but finally gave in for he too was hungry and her puppy eyes were way too puppylicious to be ignored.
"Ab raat ke ek baje kya milega khane ko?" he spoke to himself. His eyes frantically searching for a restaurant and greeting "CLOSED"placards hanging outside.
"Come on! Asad. Do you really think some restaurant will be open for us now? Lets have roadside ice-cream or golgappas."she bit her own lips saying so.
Asad was shocked. One, considering the roadside food and two, she had never talked to him this casually. He liked it would be an understatement, he loved it!
The way her tongue wandered just peeping out between her kissable lips was magical.
Without much introspection, he turned his car.
Her heart jumped in joy. He had actually listened to her! considering the cleanliness freak he is.
She felt like somersaulting in open air, under clear skies but controlled.
Asad could not help but smile at her activities. He was amazed by the amount of happiness he had unknowingly given her by approving her proposal.
* * * * * * * * * *
He kept staring at her lovingly.
She looked so adorable while licking the ice-cream and the loud "Hmnn" coming out of her mouth in pleasure was the most delicious rhythm ever.
Suddenly, she stopped. He didn't understand.
She looked at him with pity. He could not read her eyes.
She put forward her own ice-cream. He kept looking into her eyes, trying to reason.
She played with her eyelids signalling him to eat her ice-cream.
Realization sunk upon him.
Goodness gracious! his ice-cream had melted completely as he was engrossed drooling over her. He turned red, collapsing in his own sea of embarrassment.
She reached his mouth with the ice-cream still in her soft hands making it more accessible for Asad. He licked it.( not her lips😉)
The fruity taste of her lipstick lingered in his mouth. He wanted to retain it forever and caught her hands, this time licking a considerable amount of the ice-cream.
Next,he offered it to her and she obliged.
She could feel her tummy teasing again but this time not of hunger. She was blushing vehemently. The romantic aura seeped into each and every cell of her body.
They looked deep into each others eyes sinking in the feelings, defining them and acknowledging the desire to become one.
At the dead hour of the night, when the world was hushed in sleep and all was still, they could feel love, blooming in their hearts.
Unknowingly, they were accepting and recognizing the hidden feelings for one another.
Yes, they were in love which had ultimately enveloped them into it's warm embrace. They were not prepared for this yet drowned in it...They didn't care to reason or declare. They were happy to be together, holding hands, feeling loved...n yes mitwa! yeh ishq hai, jis par kisika zor nahin...😳
Thankyou all...for such a warm response.
This time I have come up with a quick and long update.
This part is dedicated to kurup( Thnks for ur sincere suggestions.)
Part 8:- Blooming love...
It was an unusually hectic task.
Zoya was scrutinizing the guest list of the prom night which included almost thousand names. She was sure that the criminal was one among them because apart from the following names no one else was allowed in the venue on that day.
She required the blood sample of this particular crowd in order to compare with the test reports of the criminal.
If only she could collate the matches, a further investigation of the case possible.
Moreover, she had an advantage in her kitty, B- was a rare and infrequent blood group, hence easy to figure.
The idea was applaud worthy. But, from where the hell was she supposed to get the blood samples?
It bothered her.She took a soft copy of the list and left the place.
* * * * * * * * * *
Asad was going through the process of self-condemnation.
He could not digest the happenings rather the facts. This girl was so unpredictable, difficult to be read.
Instead of being furious, she had comforted him.She had given him hope in despair whereas it was actually her who needed it the most. It just added to the guilt.
He looked towards Najma for a direction. He wanted justice for her but didn't know how?
Dilshaad came up to him.
"I think we need to review. You should go to Zoya, provide help for it is about Najma. We need to get hold of the criminal, Asad." He hugged her and she planted a loving kiss on his forehead.
He looked at Najma for the last time and walked out of the room.
* * * * * * * * *
He had been standing there past ten minutes. A little hesitant he was, to ring the bell and before he could,his eyes met hers.
Bright, clear and shiny, not a tinge of make up. They were a mirror to her beautiful soul. They showed clear expressions of her inner feelings.
Asad could say, she looked surprised "Pleasantly", to his relief and ravishingly hot, he thought.
She was more than happy to find him. She could not helping pondering over her actions yesterday. They were spontaneous. There was this unknown feeling that pulled her towards him. She wanted a definition from him, kind of a help. She decided to speak to him.
Her milky white skin turned into shades of crimson red. His intense stare burned her.She felt conscious under his scrutiny.
He couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or actually blushing, he preferred the later though.
Her wet locks were hanging loosely to on one of her shoulders and droplets of water kissed her clear skin.
He was mesmerized by this flawless beauty.
"Woh...ap... yahan?"she asked lowering her eyelids. She could not cope up with his gaze and the thought brought a slight smile on her face.
Asad registered that change. He smirked too. Probably, they were in the same boat, he thought.
"Hmnn...woh...actually, mein soch raha tha, Zoya..."OMG! her name sounded so sweet under his sexy composition," I think we should work on this case together." he completed.
She reacted naturally as if she had expected this.
"I'm glad you trust me. Ap plz andar aa jaiye Mr.K...Asad."
* * * * * * * * * *
It didn't take much to get along with each other. Instantly, their inhibitions shed and they started working.
Zoya explained him each and every detail of her investigation. He was impressed would be an understatement, he was blown away by her wits.
An idea cropped up his equally intelligent brain.
"Zoya, why can't we organize a blood donation camp? Being one of the trustees of the college, I can convince the management." he asked and continued"They will surely oblige because even they have suffered because of this case and this camp would bring them under good light.And, most importantly, nobody can suspect our intentions."he concluded.
"Wow! that is a marvellous idea, Asad." she agreed.
This man was an enigma and surely, he was intelligent, anger blocked those Einstein's nerves, she thought.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next morning was hectic.
The event was well organized considering Asad Ahmed Khan standards. Every detail was taken care of. Zoya stood near the gate and took note of each and every person entering the premises.
Besides, she segregated them into categories of teachers, students and others. Of course, she had many helping hands to carry out the laborious task.
Asad had a sharp eye on the guests and whether each and every one present were donating was prime.
The event came to an end. It was grand and successful.The management was happy with the publicity they received.
But, from here started their job.
They browsed through the blood reports piled up on the desk. Out of the many reports they had received, twenty had B- stamped in big, bold letters.
Out of the twenty they had, ten were rejected, since their names was not on the prom guest list. In the end, there were left ten names, they had to investigate.
They were tired after working for so long. They settled in the sofa opposite to the desk they were working on. It was the only comfortable thing in that office so they shared.
It was 1:00 pm. Their tummies growled for they had not eaten anything since morning. Zoya decided to convey this message to Asad so that they could probably go out and eat something.
Asad offered resistance initially but finally gave in for he too was hungry and her puppy eyes were way too puppylicious to be ignored.
"Ab raat ke ek baje kya milega khane ko?" he spoke to himself. His eyes frantically searching for a restaurant and greeting "CLOSED"placards hanging outside.
"Come on! Asad. Do you really think some restaurant will be open for us now? Lets have roadside ice-cream or golgappas."she bit her own lips saying so.
Asad was shocked. One, considering the roadside food and two, she had never talked to him this casually. He liked it would be an understatement, he loved it!
The way her tongue wandered just peeping out between her kissable lips was magical.
Without much introspection, he turned his car.
Her heart jumped in joy. He had actually listened to her! considering the cleanliness freak he is.
She felt like somersaulting in open air, under clear skies but controlled.
Asad could not help but smile at her activities. He was amazed by the amount of happiness he had unknowingly given her by approving her proposal.
* * * * * * * * * *
He kept staring at her lovingly.
She looked so adorable while licking the ice-cream and the loud "Hmnn" coming out of her mouth in pleasure was the most delicious rhythm ever.
Suddenly, she stopped. He didn't understand.
She looked at him with pity. He could not read her eyes.
She put forward her own ice-cream. He kept looking into her eyes, trying to reason.
She played with her eyelids signalling him to eat her ice-cream.
Realization sunk upon him.
Goodness gracious! his ice-cream had melted completely as he was engrossed drooling over her. He turned red, collapsing in his own sea of embarrassment.
She reached his mouth with the ice-cream still in her soft hands making it more accessible for Asad. He licked it.( not her lips😉)
The fruity taste of her lipstick lingered in his mouth. He wanted to retain it forever and caught her hands, this time licking a considerable amount of the ice-cream.
Next,he offered it to her and she obliged.
She could feel her tummy teasing again but this time not of hunger. She was blushing vehemently. The romantic aura seeped into each and every cell of her body.
They looked deep into each others eyes sinking in the feelings, defining them and acknowledging the desire to become one.
At the dead hour of the night, when the world was hushed in sleep and all was still, they could feel love, blooming in their hearts.
Unknowingly, they were accepting and recognizing the hidden feelings for one another.
Yes, they were in love which had ultimately enveloped them into it's warm embrace. They were not prepared for this yet drowned in it...They didn't care to reason or declare. They were happy to be together, holding hands, feeling loved...n yes mitwa! yeh ishq hai, jis par kisika zor nahin...😳
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