"Log toh sirf khete hain, lekin mein to asul mein aapke liye taare tor kar laya hoon," quipped Asad.
Zoya smiled. How was this the same Akdu she met just a few short months ago? Her Mr. Khan was showing his true colors, and she was loving it. Never in her wildest dreams did she think he would go to such lengths just to please her. To see her smile. To make her happy.
"Par, aapne to kaha tha, ki meri next wish ke pehle, thoda sa gap lene wale hain," she probed, amused at his impatience to make her gasp in amazement. The man who was so reserved, so good at controlling his emotions, was now exploding with them. She wasn't complaining, she loved this side of him. It amused, and amazed her to no end. And she would revel in it, she decided.
Asad's breath hitched, as it dawned on him that she was right. It had barely been any time since his infamous performance for her. But he couldn't help it. He was too excited. Asad Ahmed Khan was excited. He felt elated at the prospect of being able to make her happy. To make her smile, just for him. To make her jump in excitement, and allow him to bask in the sight of her gorgeous dimples.
"Haan, toh.. gap tha. Pure... pandra minute..." he answered hesitantly, curious as to what her thoughts would be on his eagerness. His heart constricted a bit. Was it too much? But when he heard her laugh, that melodic symphony reaching his ears, he relaxed, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Allah miya. What's wrong with you, Mr. Khan. Mein... mein pagal ho jaoongi khushi se. It's so pretty. So beautiful." She smiled even bigger, putting her free hand over her mouth, then her chest, in an attempt at calming her erratic heartbeat. A 16 year old Zoya dreamed of a starry night where her husband to be would hold her hand. But she never thought that there was something better. To have the man of her dreams, not only hold her hand, but to actually recreate a sparkling night, just for her wish to come true.
Zoya's eyes brimmed with tears, as she took in the meaning of his actions. How much he valued her smallest wish. How much he tried just for a smile to grace her lips. She tightened her grip on his hand, and felt Asad's gaze on her. She slowly met his eyes, and tried to convey her feelings through her own.
Asad smiled at her. He knew how she felt. His thoughts mirrored hers. His happiness at being able to fulfill her wish was evident. But he felt, at peace. It gave him the most serenity to know that he had the capability in him to make her happy. He noticed a stubborn tear roll on the side of the eye, and instinctively reached over with his free hand to wipe it away.
"Yeh kya hai, Ms. Farooqui. Meine aapse kya kahan, mein aapke dimples dekhna chata hoon, aapke aasoon nahin," tried Asad, wondering why she was crying. He knew they were probably tears of happiness, but he still didn't like seeing them. Tears in Zoya's eyes were like drops of acid on his heart. They made him uneasy.
"Aap," she managed, "aap to bare chupe rustam nikle, Mr. Khan," she finished in a teary voice. "Sab ke samne Jahanpana bante hain, lekin apni kaneez ke liye bare senti hain aap," she teased.
She took her free hand and entwined her fingers with those of his other hand, and rested her left cheek on them. Asad felt tingles on his finger at her gesture. This was new territory to him. They had been physically abstinent all these months. Yet somehow they managed to end up in each other's embrace, one way or another. The only time they had truly even hugged, was when Zoya sought comfort in his arms.
With that thought, an idea popped into his head. He hesitated, but decided, that it was a worth a shot. After all, being physically comfortable with each other was also important.
Without further delay, he slowly let go her extended hand, and pulled her closer with the other.
A/N:
Second part will be put up in a few days! I know it's basically what happened in the show, so far. But bear with me, I'm sure you'll hate me less when I post Part 2 đ
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