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CID Episode 65 - 2 August
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Zoya walked through the front door cautiously, making sure that she avoided eye contact with Dilshaad and Najma, who stood up from the sofas as soon as she arrived. She took a few careful steps towards Dilshaad and cringed, bracing herself for a talking to.
"Kahan thi tum Zoya?? Itni raat ho chuki hai! We were all so worried, and even your phone was unreachable. Asad bhi pagal ho chuka tha fikr mein, now I don't even know where he's gone to look for you," Dilshaad spoke in a rush, her eyes brimming with tears. She framed Zoya's face with her hands lovingly, before reaching up to place a motherly kiss on her forehead.
"I'm so sorry Phuphi, I got stuck kyunki baarish kitni thi aapne dekha?? Toh this nice uncle near the Badi Masjid let me sit inside his shop until the thunderstorm died down a little. Aur phir my phone battery had died too, so I couldn't even inform you," Zoya explained, closing her hands over Dilshaad's warm ones. It was so heart-warming to receive this much love from her.
"Toh aap uss nice uncle kay dukaan se bhi phone kar sakti thi," Asad's voice sailed across the living room from the front door where he stood. He'd gone half mad looking for her in this crazy rain, and here she was coming up with the lamest story ever, so typical of her.
"Uss nice uncle kay dukaan mein blackout hogaya tha, baarish kay wajeh se," Zoya replied as calmly as possible, as she turned towards a seething Asad. It was so typical of him to jump to conclusions on his own, especially when the conclusion had something to do with her behaving irresponsibly. She looked away from him sharply and paced to her room.
Zoya passed by Tanveer as she did, completely oblivious to the fact that Tanveer was smirking happily. It was always good news for her when Asad was mad at Zoya. Or even vice versa! She had hung around in the living room just to catch this showdown, and it was definitely worth the wait. She casually walked up to her own room after Zoya disappeared into hers. Her work here was done.
Asad glared at Zoya's closed door from where he stood, clenching his fists. The audacity of this girl to snap at him and walk away, after the lengths he had gone to just to find her. He began to stalk towards his room in anger when he felt his mother rest her hand on his arm to stop him. He obliged, and turned to her with a frown.
"Asad, tumhe itna gussa karne ki kya zaroorat thi? Dekho na, now Zoya has gone to her room without even having dinner. Please take some food in for her," Dilshaad instructed, nodding towards Najma who then rushed to the kitchen to put some food on a plate for Zoya. She walked back towards them after a while, passing the plate of food to a very reluctant Asad. He took it after his mother nudged him a few times. After all, he couldn't possibly disobey her.
Zoya sat on her bed and swallowed back her tears. It was bad enough that she couldn't find anything to lead her to her father, what with the rain hindering any form of progress, and then she had to come home to this. A raving mad Asad Ahmed Khan. Mad at her. God how she hated it when he got mad at her! Why did she hate it anyway? How did anything that had to do with him matter, if she was going to be ousted out of this house by Friday anyway?
The sound of her door clicking open distracted her from her thoughts, and she turned towards it immediately, hoping it was Najma so she could hug her and take some comfort from her. Asad walked in, to her surprise, with a plate of food. Had he come to apologize? His eyes didn't leave hers for even a second as he walked pass her to set the plate down on her bedside table. He crossed his arms across his chest and towered over her as she looked up at him from where she was sitting on the bed.
"Yeh khaa lo," Asad ordered, his eyes glaring her down, daring her to disobey him. She huffed loudly and rolled her eyes at him, before turning away and picking up her iPad, scrolling through it casually like as though she hadn't heard a thing. Next thing she knew, Asad had grabbed the iPad out of her hands and tossed it back on the bed, while using his other hand to grasp her arm and drag her off the bed.
"Seriously Miss Farooqui, what the hell is your problem? I wasn't done talking to you outside and you just rudely walked off from there. Do you know how worried I was just now? And now I'm standing right in front of you in your damn room telling you to have your damn dinner, and you have the guts to ignore me," Asad hissed into Zoya's face. Zoya closed her eyes momentarily as his breath washed over her face before she fluttered them back open, suddenly aware of their physical proximity. What had been stated in that website she had read earlier? They were alone in her room, he had his fingers wrapped around her upper arm so physical contact was already established, and their faces were inches apart. What was it called again? Oh yes, kissing distance'. He ought to kiss her now right? Zoya closed her eyes again and tilted her chin upwards.
Asad frowned as he watched Zoya remain completely unaffected by his yelling, and instead she was leaning into him, her eyes closed. His eyes trailed down to her lips, for the second time that day. Was she really trying to...? No, no, it was all in his head. She'd probably slap him if he tried. He let go of her arm suddenly, making Zoya open her eyes in shock, stumbling a few steps backwards. He turned away from her and began walking towards her door. She could eat her dinner if she wanted or she could just let it rot. He couldn't care less.
"Mr Khan, why do you care about whether I come home or whether I eat?" Zoya asked, her voice just a notch higher than a whisper. Asad stopped in his tracks, his forehead creasing into a frown immediately. She was doing it again, putting him in a spot. He turned his head slightly to find Zoya staring at him earnestly.
"The same reason you kissed me this morning," Asad replied calmly, a wave of smugness washing over him as Zoya responded in the way he had expected; a soft gasp escaping her lips alongside the obvious reddening of her cheeks. If Zoya thought she was going to get away with putting him in a spot, she surely thought wrong. He'd hit the bull's eye this time.
"Woh main... I mean, maine kaha na..." Zoya stammered, caught so off-guard that she simply couldn't gather her thoughts at all. She swallowed nervously as Asad walked back towards her, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He stood directly in front of her, their noses very close, yet not touching.
Zoya rolled her eyes inwards as the familiar scent of his cologne made its way to her senses. Here they were again, alone with their faces inches apart. Oh wait! That last criteria about physical contact wasn't fulfilled. Zoya raised her arm without thinking, using her shaky fingers to brush his hair off his forehead. Asad didn't back off, so Zoya became a little bolder and ran her hand through the length of his hair, leaving her fingers laced in it.
Asad controlled the grin that was beginning to form on his face. He closed his eyes at the touch of Zoya's fingers, and his mind immediately went into flashback. Last night when he had come to ask her about her father, she had leaned into him for no apparent reason, before the thunder snapped her out of it. And then this morning, when she kissed him on his cheek, it probably wasn't where she was aiming for. Oh yes, and then just a while ago, when he had grabbed her arm, and right now too, her intentions were becoming blatantly obvious. She wanted to kiss him, just as much as he wanted to kiss her.
Asad leaned into Zoya's face, and he felt her hand still in his hair. He lifted his hand and cupped Zoya's face, his thumb drawing lazy circles on her cheekbone. Zoya's hand fell away from his hair as she closed her eyes, and Asad closed the distance between them, kissing the area on her face near her mouth, just shy of her lips. Zoya sighed softly and he pulled away abruptly, ceasing any form of physical contact immediately. Zoya let out a soft grunt of disapproval as her eyes fluttered open.
"Good night Miss Farooqui," Asad said, as Zoya tried to orientate herself, confused at the sudden change of events. He made sure he had turned away from her completely before he allowed himself to smile. He walked out of the room wordlessly, closing the door behind him. So, Miss Farooqui wanted to be kissed huh? This would be a fun fact to play with.
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