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Chapter 13
I know I've been neglecting this FF but I promise from now on to update as regularly as possible. Prolonged updates were due to being too busy to write but I got up this morning and I felt inspired to write a new chapter. Do leave your feedback/comments. They mean a lot. 😊
Asad
"Mr. Khan?" He faintly heard Zoya's voice pulling him from his reverie. Asad looked at her, stared straight at her and she stared back neither of their gazes wavering. Her eyes broke the eyelock first travelling down to their hands. His hand was still wrapped around her wrist and he dropped it immediately, looking away from her.
"Why did you stop me?" She asked quietly, her voice small and totally unlike the usual bubbly, loud cadence. "Why won't you just tell me that you want me to stay, Mr. Khan?" She stepped into his line of sight forcing him to pay attention to her. "I know you don't want me to go. So why did you chase me away?"
Asad looked at her with an unwavering stare, "What makes you think that I want you to stay?" He asked gruffly. "Why are you so sure that I didn't really want you to go?" He asked stepping closer, narrowing in on her personal space.
Zoya
Zoya stared at Mr. Khan coming closer and closer to her and she gulped. His words finally penetrated her rapidly melting senses. "Why do I think so? Because you said so." She flung up her arms irritated. "Why are we even on this terrace. Not because you wanted to talk to me about leaving? Asking me if I'm sure? All this!" She pointed a finger a him, "Don't act stupid. And don't act like I'm stupid."
Zoya had had enough of this foolishness. Always hot and cold with him and she was always left reeling like whiplash after a conversation with him because he could never clearly say what he wanted or what he meant. She turned to walk away from him. She had a flight to catch soon. Zoya started away from the terrace when a hand shot out blocking her path. She looked up at Asad's enigmatic face and her lips flattened into a thin line. She didn't have time for this. She turned to leave the other way but another hand shot out and blocked her in. She was caged against the wall by Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan.
"Move out of my way Mr. Khan." She said softly but with an edge to her voice. Asad didn't listen. She looked at the floor, ignoring him. Maybe he'd go away then. Arrogant man! Zoya went on staring at her feet, ignoring him but still she remained caged. She felt a hand tip up her chin and she looked into deep, dark pools of chocolate brown eyes and lost herself.
"You're right." He said breaking her trance. "I want you to stay. I-I don't know . . . I mean . . . I don't understand why . . . I just, I didn't mean what I said when I told you to go." He was trying to explain himself best he could, a valiant effort for a man who couldn't really express his feelings. She appreciated the effort nevertheless.
Zoya smiled. That's all she wanted. She wasn't sure what had changed for her since they came back but she didn't want to go away from him and his family. She didn't understand the pull drawing them together and it seems neither did he.
The bracket of arms surrounding her slowly receeded and she turned away tripping on his . . . outstretched foot? and falling face first . . . no wait. She opened her tightly sealed eyes and breathed out relieved that she hadn't smashed her face against the stone floor. She was . . . in his arms.
Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan held her close to his body, Her face was facing the floor, his left arm banded around her mid-section as his right pulled her back and closer. She was now staring into his face, totally unreadable. His arms were like steel bands around her. He pulled her straight up till she was standing, still not letting go. His arms circled her waist and he backed her into the wall.
"Uh . . . Mr. Khan? What-what are you do-doing?" She asked feeling the cool wall against her back. He said nothing but his eyes spoke everything he wouldn't say. They were soft and admiring and full of some emotion that she didn't want to name because that emotion scared her. It scared her because she thought it mirrored what she might be feeling too.
One hand lifted from her waist and touched her face, brushing back her hair. "I . . ." He started. "What Mr. Khan?" Zoya's voice was breathy, her breathing so hard she was sure he could feel her heartbeat with their chests pressed so close together. He took a hand full of her hair and ran his fingers through the thick strands. "Your hair." He said.
"My hair?" she asked entranced by his every touch. "It's beautiful." He said and her heart felt ready to explode. Asad Ahmed Khan giving her compliments. Zoya felt ready to expire. What was happening to her? To them both?
His face was closer than before and her breath halted and then kick-started into overdrive. "M . . .Mr." She swallowed hard her eyes fluttering as his face moved closer and she could feel his breath on her lips. She opened her mouth to try to speak again but failed. Words failed her because he was so close. She could smell the subtle scent of soap and a rich aftershave on him and it assaulted her senses in the sweetest way.
His eyes dropped to her lips and Zoya's tongue involuntarily darted out to wet her parched lips. Zoya inhaled deeply breathing in his scent as she tried to calm herself.
Asad
Asad's lips hovered over Zoya's and his eyes lifted taking in her flushed face and rosy cheeks. Her lips looked cherry red from the blood that rushed to the surface. Her eyes were half-closed her breathing heavy, her chest heaving against him. She looked more beautiful now than ever.
He was aching to kiss her. To touch her. For her to be his. He could no longer deny he loved her. Maybe to everyone else but he couldn't lie to himself. Almost losing her made in Mangalpur and then her packing up to leave for New York; he simply couldn't let her leave. Not just this house or his mother and sister. He couldn't let her leave him and as much as this scared him, he could no longer deny it. Not to himself.
His need to be close to her was as confusing and alien to him as falling in love but he couldn't stop what he was feeling which was why he had stuck his foot out and purposely tripped her so he could catch her, hold her. He hoped she didn't latch on to this because he was in no way ready to admit anything. He wasn't admitting anything.
His eyes fell to her lips again as her eyes fluttered. She was as affected as he was, he could see that clearly and that made him lean closer closing the distance between their lips. As his lips were about to touch hers, he heard his Ammi calling and they both sprung apart like they'd been burnt.
He had no words to explain anything so he did the only thing he could, he turned and walked away. He knew she'd hound him eventually about what almost happened but right now he needed to get away. . .
To Be Continued!
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