Zoya woke up feeling dazed and cold. She hoisted herself up into a sitting position to find that she was in the enemy's territory. She was on Asad's couch, in Asad's room while he, himself, was nowhere to be seen. Several candles illuminated his room, making it look even more beautiful than it actually was. Zoya shuddered as memories from what had happened came flooding back and she wrapped her arms around herself unconsciously to find that her clothes were wet. She looked down at herself with a puzzled expression when Asad's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"You were standing right in front of the bed. Some of the water splashed onto you while I was trying to douse the fire and you got wet". Zoya looked up to find him standing at the door holding a mug of what she figured was coffee. He came over and offered it to her.
"Coffee" he said, holding out the mug. "With milk and sugar. Just the way you like it". Zoya nodded her thanks and accepted it, blowing softly into the mug before taking a sip. She wondered how he made it so well, when he himself liked a black and bitter one.
"Zo- Miss Farooqui" Asad started, not knowing how to say what he actually wanted to.
"I need to change, Mr. Khan" Zoya replied quietly. She didn't want to talk about the whole fire thing so soon. Asad nodded and held out his hand, waiting for her to take it. Zoya looked up questioningly but took it, nevertheless. Asad grabbed a torch from his bedside table and helped her to her room, even though she was perfectly capable of making it there, alone. He just didn't feel like leaving her alone. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Zoya move suddenly beside him.
"Allah miyaan!" she exclaimed, slapping her forehead. "All my clothes got wet! What am I gonna do now?"
"All your clothes?" Asad asked her and then saw the mess on the bed. He rolled his eyes and fought to control the urge to chide her for her carelessness.
"Er-yeah. I was gonna clear the bed but-" she stopped midsentence and averted her eyes, her tears threatening to fall.
"Doesn't matter" Asad said hurriedly "you must be having something in your cupboard. Just check".
If Asad was expecting spare pair of clothes, he was hugely disappointed. All that came out of Zoya's cupboard was a tank top and a pair of shorts, which Asad raised an eyebrow at. Zoya quickly stuffed them back into the cupboard and shut the door.
"I-er, don't wear them here" she said, not meeting his eyes.
"You can borrow Najma's clothes, for tonight". Zoya nodded and made her way towards the door, when Asad held her back. "Wait in my room. I'll get the clothes for you" he said, and left, before she had a chance to reply. She went to his room and sat on the couch again, her wet clothes really beginning to bother her. Zoya figured she'd catch a cold if she didn't change them soon.
"Both the cupboards are locked" came Asad's frustrated voice from above her. She looked up to find him rubbing his temple in frustration.
"Both?"
"Najma's and Ammi's"
"Oh. Doesn't matter, Mr. Khan. It's just one night. I'll sleep in these clothes"
"Are you mad? You'll catch a cold! Wait". He told her and went to his cupboard and began to rummage through it. "Here" he told her, after a while and tossed a sweatshirt onto her lap. Zoya looked at him, her mouth forming an o' in surprise.
"It's one of my old sweatshirts. You can wear it" he told her, avoiding her eyes. Zoya nodded and left his room, going into her own to change. She realised he hadn't given her anything to wear with it and her salwar was wet too. She sighed and took out the pair of shorts from her cupboard, hoping Mr. Khan didn't see her after.
"Wonder what's taking her so long" Asad muttered to himself, while pacing continuously in his room. It had been almost half an hour and Zoya still hadn't returned to his room. He was halfway through the hall when he heard weird shuffling sounds coming from somewhere in the living room. Asad spun around and trained his torch on the sofa, only to find Zoya sleeping there, under a huge mound of blankets.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked her, incredulously.
"Sleeping?" came her muffled reply.
"Here?!"
"Where else, Mr. Khan? In case you haven't noticed, my bed's all wet and I don't want to sleep upstairs all alone". Asad walked up to the sofa to find her lying with her face buried in the pillow, the blankets covering her upto her neck.
"Miss Farooqui, are you feeling cold?" he asked her, his hand gingerly touching the exposed part of her neck to check whether she was running a fever. Zoya jumped slightly at his touch.
"N-no. I'm fine. There's a nip in the air due to the continuous rains, that's all"
"You could sleep on my couch" Asad offered. There was no way he was going to let her sleep here, bundled up on the sofa, while he slept inside. His couch was ten times more comfortable than this.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll be fine"
"I wasn't asking you, Miss Farooqui. It's a order. Get up and take my couch. Either you go there yourself or I'll have to carry you"
"No!" zoya's head shot up from the pillow as she turned to look at him. "I'll come! Just- just go in and I'll follow you, okay?"
"Are you sleep-talking? Go on, I'll carry the blankets" Asad told her, irritation slowly seeping into his tone. He'd had a long night and all he wanted was to hit the bed.
"Please, Mr. Khan! Don't argue. I agreed to come sleep on your couch, can't you just agree to my request too? Go. I'll bring the blankets and everything"
"Fine" Asad huffed and left the hall, leaving his door open so that she could enter with her mountain of blankets. Zoya poked her head out from the other side of the sofa to make sure that he'd entered his room and was on his bed before quickly gathering up her blankets and tip-toeing into his room. But since she had loads of stuff blocking her view, stumbling was inevitable.
"OW!" she cried, hopping on one foot while she unsuccessfully tried to massage the other foot with one of her hands.
"What happened?" Asad asked as he jumped out of bed. His jaw dropped the moment he set his eyes on Zoya, whose blankets now lay forgotten on the floor. The sweatshirt he'd given her was too big for her and the neck had slid down one of her shoulders, revealing her bra strap. Asad also realized that he hadn't given her trousers or anything to wear with it but saw that she was wearing shorts when she bent down to rub her foot. The sweatshirt was so long that it even covered her shorts, making her look like she wasn't wearing anything under it. Asad gulped. It was one thing to see the woman of your desires in your clothes. But it was completely another thing to see her in your oversized clothes, with the shirt almost slipping off her. Especially when you were alone with her and there was no power. Zoya looked downright edible. Asad clenched his fists to stop himself from striding up to her and ripping that annoying shirt off her.
Zoya suddenly realized that Asad wasn't moving. She saw him standing a few feet away, looking at her in a way which made her insides turn into jelly. She looked down at herself and gasped before quickly pulling up the shirt and making her hair fall on her shoulders in such a way that he wouldn't be able to see anything even if the shirt slipped again. A hand caught her wrist as she'd finished doing it.
I'm evil, ain't I? 😆 Just left it there... No worries... HOT part coming up.. and yeah, they also need to have a talk about what happened after the race so, yeah, that's gonna come up too.. And i realized Zoya owes Asad an apology as well because she was reckless and somewhat stupid. So, she'll apologize too..
Oh, and you're free to scream and shout at me for being late.. i deserve it! 😃 I will update soon, i promise!! All the drama in my life is over, for now and i'm back in the game! 😆
*I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good*
Love,
Peppy! 😳
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