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Through The Monsoon: Part 29 Zoya wiped her tears away determinedly and turned away from the door as she heard Asad's footsteps approach it, busying herself with tucking in her shirt instead. The door clicked open and next thing she knew, Asad had his arms around her from the back, nuzzling his nose in her hair.
"Ayaan chala gaya! Ab mujhe bhi office jaana hai," Asad whispered sadly into Zoya's ear, nipping her earlobe as he did. He pressed his body against hers and dropped a kiss on her neck, making her close her eyes in response and melt under his touch. It took a few minutes for realization to dawn upon her.
"Toh jaayiye na," Zoya replied, trying to hide the shakiness of her voice as she pushed him away from her. Asad stared at her, a little confused, but shrugged it off anyway. He slipped his hand into hers and walked out of the bathroom with her. He felt a little resistance, but then he decided that it must be his imagination. Why would there be resistance now, after all that had just transpired between them?
Asad released Zoya's hand and walked to his closet to put his clothes back on, reaching for his waistcoat first. He grinned a little and then decided against it, remembering how Zoya had told him he wore way too many clothes. He decided to just put on his coat over his shirt, when he noticed that Zoya was suddenly walking out of the room in a rush. He quickly followed after her, his confusion deepening further.
Zoya stared at Asad browsing through his closet for a while, revelling in how comfortable he was doing about doing whatever he wanted in her presence. It took the vigorous shaking of her head for her to snap out of it and start walking out of the room. What she didn't notice in her haste, was the fact that there was a puddle of rainwater on the ground her the door, which Ayaan had so graciously left as a present for his obsessive compulsive brother. Next thing she knew, she lost her footing because of the slipperiness, letting out a small shriek and flailing her arms in the air wildly.
Asad stepped forward just in time as Zoya began to fall, catching her in his arms as he always did. Zoya clutched the lapels of his coat tightly, her eyes closed and her breathing uneven. She slowly opened her eyes to see Asad's handsome face, creased with lines of worry. He tightened his grip around her waist as he straightened her up, holding her close to his body.
"Aap itne jaldi mein kyun hai?" Asad asked, genuinely puzzled. He brushed away the hair that had fallen on Zoya's eyes as she fell, leaving his palm lingering on her cheek as he forced her to make eye contact with him. But she stubbornly refused to, choosing to look somewhere over his shoulder instead.
"Mujhe Badi Masjid ke paas jaana hai. Still haven't found my father," Zoya replied abruptly, pushing Asad away for the second time. It was only when she no longer had his support that she realized she had twisted her foot when she slipped just now. She wobbled unsteadily and let out a cry as the pain shot up her leg when she set her foot on the ground. Asad enveloped her in his arms again, lifting her off the ground completely. Zoya found her face buried in the crook of his neck, taking in his familiar scent she had come to love.
"Ab aap kahi nahi jayegi. Let me take a look at your foot first," Asad said firmly, as he carried Zoya to her room. He set her down on her bed, making sure he was extra careful with her injured foot. He grabbed one of the frilly white pillows on her bed, and placed it under her foot, kneeling down on the ground next to the bed as he did. He was just about to touch her ankle when Zoya found enough strength to sit up and flick his hand away.
"Don't touch me," Zoya said coldly, much to Asad's shock. What had gotten into her? Was she scared to let him touch her foot because it hurt that much? Asad glared at her as he got up, and walked out of the room in a huff. Zoya watched his retreating back and swallowed back her tears, allowing her tiredness to take over as she leaned back down into her pillow. He really didn't care, did he?
Before Zoya could fully comprehend what was going on, Asad walked back in, a tube in hand. He briefly made eye contact with her before kneeling down next to the bed again, opening the cap of the tube that Zoya now realized was ointment for inflammations. She got up again, ready with a string of protests, but Asad's death glare stopped her from even starting.
"Zoya stop being childish. I know it hurts, but I can make it better if you just let me," Asad snapped, setting the tube down on the ground and using his palms to push Zoya's shoulders back instead, settling her back down on her pillow. He could make her hurt better? How? He was the very person who gave her that hurt in the first place. Zoya bit her quivering lower lip and turned away from him, unable to look at him for another minute.
Zoya felt the cold ointment make contact with her ankle, and instinctively pulled her foot back. But she didn't make it far, Asad's warm hand caught hold of her calf easily, setting her foot back on the pillow cautiously. She felt Asad's fingers gently rub the ointment around her ankle area, blowing the area softly while he did. Zoya closed her eyes and pushed her head further into the pillow, biting back sounds that were nearly going to escape her lips. How did he still manage make her feel this much pleasure through both her physical and mental pain?
Asad massaged Zoya's ankle for a while, until he heard her breathing become even again. He closed the ointment tube before walking over to her bedside table, grabbing a piece of tissue paper out of the tissue box there to wipe his fingers clean of the ointment. He stared at Zoya's face for a while, her eyes closed and her lashes wet, her forehead creased with tension. Why was she in this much pain? He looked at his wristwatch and sighed heavily.
"Zoya, I really have to leave for work now. I feel terrible for leaving you alone like this, I hope you feel better soon," Asad apologized, as Zoya's eyes fluttered open. He leaned forward and used his thumb to wipe away the wetness under her eyelids, before moving his gaze upwards and kissing her on her forehead. He felt the skin relax a little under his lips, and smiled into it.
"Main nikalta hoon. Please rest all you can today, don't strain your foot," Asad instructed as he pulled away from her forehead. He cupped her face with his palm and stroked her cheek lovingly before pecking her lips casually, as if it was the most normal thing to do. He finally got up after that and walked out, turning back to look at her once more before closing the door behind him.
Zoya stared at her room door intently, waiting to hear the front door open and close. Once it did, Zoya finally let out a loud gasp, before sobbing hysterically. What did he want from her? Why this show of concern and love if he didn't want to marry her anyway? Why did he kiss her like that? Zoya replayed the sequence of events in her head, suddenly remembering how Asad kissed her for the first time after she requested it, saying that she needed someone to experiment with.
Zoya covered her mouth as she tried to soften her sobs, suddenly understanding what was going on. It seems he took her seriously when she said she wanted to experiment. That's what she was to him, an experiment, and nothing more. This was the last thought that crossed Zoya's mind before the lethargy from all the crying and pain got to her, sleep taking over her easily.
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I know yeh part thoda sad hai haha but that's life! Kabhi khushi, kabhi gham hahaha. Don't worry won't last long, promise!
Edited by goingreen - 11 years ago
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Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
