It was just two days asad! How can you decide it in 2 days that you were together!! well like people say it takes a second to fall in lo...no! Don't! don't even go there ...he chided himself turning around from his closet and putting on a shirt ...whispering the words as if chanting a mantra..."You are not falling for Ms.Farooqui" "You are not falling for Ms.farooahhh! "
And he banged right into zoya, her head colliding with his chest and his hands freezing midair. Not moving a muscle he Slowly peered down at zoya, and found that her hand lay splayed on his bare skin as the shirt lay unbuttoned. He saw her taking a gasp...*mentally smirking*. He was about to reprimand her she was doing coming in his room without knocking. But she surprised him once again.
"I. Heard my name mr.khan" she stated as she unwillingly moved her gaze from his chiseled chest and glanced up to look him in the eye..."Is there something you want ?" She asked him, not taking her hands of his chest and not distancing herself from him, the closeness felt so good...
*you, I want you * he thought to himself and not voicing his thoughts.
"Mr.khan??" She probed on once again.
"No, that is what I should ask you. You are here, in my bedroom" he emphasized "do you want something!?"
"I heard my name." She spoke through gritted teeth. The closeness was getting too much to bear, yet she made no movement of moving away from him.
"Your ears are ringing, get them checked" he managed, praying she had not heard him say the other things as well.
"What!!?!" She looked at him incredulously.
"See I am right! Get your EARS CHECKED! Ms. Farooqui!". He gestured towards her ears.
"Allah! My ears are fine! Thank you very much".
"Well whatever, I still suggest you do".
She ignored his comment and stilled looking at her hands on his chest and his on her waist.
If anyone else would have seen them right then, they would have been fooled into believing of them being a couple madly in love. Cupid don't you have anything else to do?
Her mouth wide open in a perfect 'o' she peaked a look at him again and found him taking in a gasp, it made her insides flutter just by looking at his lips. She thought how soft they looked against his taut jaws... But more importantly how they would feel against her lips.
*ohh there I go again thinking about kissing him*
*pop*
*ZOYA ! KISS HIM ALREADY!* she heard her inner goddess screaming at her and willed her to stop it, before she actually took a step forward and kiss him.
"NO!!" She squeaked.
"NO? Ms. Farooqui ? Are you alright?"
"Yes , yes I am fine, I am sorry I came into your room without knocking" and with that she finally led her hands away from his chest and managed to stumble back towards only to find she was falling again, he quickly caught hold of her but the gravity played its game and both of them fell on the edge of the bed , in a position that they lay facing each other Asad's hand wrapped around Zoya's waist.
Time stood still as they continued to study each other only to get lost in each other's eyes
Realizing their closeness he abruptly stood up, confused. One moment she is all demanding, and then comes the apology. Why? Where does this come from!?
Yet, He had not missed the tender look in her eyes when they had fallen unceremoniously on his bed, he very well knew the look because it reflected in his own eyes too.
He saw her sitting up, head bowed, feeling vulnerable.
He felt helplessness creep into him.
All he wanted to do was to take her in his arms and comfort her. Hell, he would even kiss away her pain if he could.
But he held himself back. He did not want the tension between them grow even more, he was tortured enough at nights.
The situation reminded him of one of his favourite quotes by Benjamin Franklin "It is much easier to suppress a first desire than to satisfy those that follow" he knew he had had too many desires, but one mistake and his world would come crumbling down.
No. He cannot comfort her, he cannot make it better, considering the past he had so far only managed to hurt her. He has to stay away.
Knowing zoya was watching his every move he Inched away from where he stood, quickly buttoned up his shirt , grabbed his suitcase and was about to walk out of the room when zoya caught his hand.
Zoya felt drained. The turmoil and the pain she went through when he pulled away from her was enough to make her mentally scream at her fate. She felt a huge chunk of her was taken away when he pulled away from her. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the emotions flow through her, taking deep breaths she managed to get up and tried to drag herself out of the room when something caught her eye, she grabbed asad's hand and examined the deep scratch on his hand . It looked more or like a Z'. She looked up at him, blushing furiously as she felt the warmth of his palm against her very cold one.
"How did this happen Mr.khan? " He looked away. He did not want to answer her, he could not answer her.
"Did it happen in the jungle?"
"Did it happen When you thought I was de..dyi.." He quickly fixed her with a deathly glare, challenging her to mouth the unfinished word.
She understood it too well to not broach on it further. Running her finger on the deep gash, she spoke almost in a whisper "I hope it gets better' not knowing whether she was talking about the wound or the situation they were currently in. Getting no response from him she spoke with a quivering voice.
"I haven't thanked you, have I Mr.khan?".
"Ms.Farooq...Zoya"
"No, let me finish. Mr.khan I am sorry. So sorry. All of this happened because I was too focused on doing what I thought was good, not realizing I was dragging you into it. Not realizing the danger that surrounded us because of my foolishness. I managed to fall in a death trap yet again and this time endangering your life too in the process. I can't thank you enough for saving me, like you always do. You have every right to shout at me, throw me out. But please, please don't get mad at me for forever."
Something burst inside Asad. He could not believe the girl! How can she have so little faith in him. Throw her out! The hell I will!
He caught hold of her wrist and pushed her in a way, that she had her back resting on the wall, both his hands at her sides preventing her escape.
"You say sorry? For what? For saving my sister? For saving me from the sin I was going to commit with the others sitting around in the nikkah? Or is the sorry for restoring my faith in humanity? My faith In you?"
"Uhhh...Mr. Mr.khan"
"No! No! No! You are not thanking me either! I certainly will not accept."
Sighing at his sudden temper, he spoke again, softly leaning closer to her...
"Ms.Farooqui I should be thanking you. You saved my sister. you Set her free from the evil man. You have once again displayed courage and bravery that most people cannot accomplish in their entire life time. This was not a figment of imagination but reality. Reality of the atrocities that young women still go through. You fought for what is right and not just what you think is right, unlike me. You won over death itself. If you have anyone to thank, then thank yourself". He then let her go, giving her a tentative smile...and she returned it with a grin.
"Errr...Mr.khan can I atleast thank you for the beautiful speech you just gave? I feel good." She replied playfully and grinned till her cheeks hurt.
"Yaa allah, and here I thought she finally grew up. Speech she calls this a speech"
"Heyyy! I heard that! "
"FYI! It was spoken to be heard!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
" I want an ice-cream! "
"Whaat!? Excuse me? Aapka dimaag toh thik hai? ! "
"Yes, Mr.khan I am perfectly fine. What's wrong with wanting ice-cream! And don't speak to me like I am a child! Mr.khan please! Ice-cream! Ice-cream chahiye! Think of it as a return gift." She once again broke into a dimpled smile.
He could not deny her after that, he was a goner, he had to take her. And all of this was her undoing.
Zoya was unusually quiet in the car while they drove to the ice-cream parlor . She was too happy to speak anything really. She was dancing in her own happy bubble. Mr.khan had appreciated her in a way that only he could. He had unknowingly made her feel accepted, loved even. And a thought struck, ringing bells and chimes in her head she realized, he cared for her and whatever happens to her. Ohh she had felt his care earlier too but it was the first time he had actually verbalized it, in his own ruddy way. Well whatever it was. It was enough for her.
Zoya squealed as they neared the parlor, she was already out of the car before he could park it.
He watched her. Contentedly.
She was like a kid sometimes, and a woman of the world at others. He loved the contrast and the combination. He thought he wanted to be with her, thank her for the happiness she spread in his family and in his life, he wanted to tell her she was beautiful, but she had to have her ice cream first.
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