Zoya...Sirf Meri Hoon (contd)... NOK JHOK

The ring of the phone jolted Asad awake.

For a moment, he wondered where he was. Then he remembered that he had pretended to be sick to get Zoya's attention. He then realized Zoya had fallen asleep on his chest. He looked down at her and his heart swelled with love. He let the phone continue to ring.

"If it that urgent, the person who is trying to reach would call back," he thought to himself.

He placed his hand under Zoya's head to lift it so that he could sit up a little to watch her better. He almost withdrew his hand in horror. His hands were wet with Zoya's drool and then he realized his shirt where Zoya's face was wet. His OCD started creeping in and he was just shake Zoya awake, when Zoya woke up on her own. She rolled on her back, stretched out and frowned.

"Allah Miyah, what is wrong with the bed, its so hard. And where is my pillow?". Said Zoya aloud.

She heard an loud "ouch" as her hand landed down heavy on a warm but hard surface as she . She almost jumped out of her skin. She lost her balance and slid down to the floor landing on her buttocks. She got up in a jiffy, then rubbing her backside, looked at the bed to see Asad rubbing his stomach where she punched him trying to"soften" the bed.

"Allah Miyah, what is wrong with you, Mr. Khan?" She shouted at Asad.

She continued as she looked around, "What are...doing...in...in...my..." and stopped when she realized she was in Asad's room.

"Allah Miyah, what is wrong with me? Mr.Khan are you ok? I'm sorry, I just fell asleep". Zoya said all embarrassed.

Asad: "I'm much better now other than the fact I have been beaten up and almost drowned in your drool." He sat up, grimaced and pulling his shirt away from his body.

He got off the bed and starting unbuttoning his shirt in a haste to put on a clean one.

"My...my...my drool", said Zoya indigently following Asad.

"Do you mind?" said Asad making a big show of unbuttoning his shirt.

Zoya being Zoya did not hear or notice in her intent of setting things right with Asad. She walked up to Asad stood in front of him with one left hand on her hip.

"Allah Miyah, Mr.Khan what is wrong with you!!! Your shirt got wet because of the water you have had earlier. Don't blame because you are a sloppy person." Zoya continued emphasizing on every "do not" with a poke using her index finger of her right hand on Asad's bare chest.

"I... DO NOT... drool in my sleep. I...DO NOT... snore in my sleep. I... DO NOT... sleepwalk. You need to know this about me.. "

Asad forgot his need to change his shirt at the face of her anger.

"She's looks adorable when she riled. I must do this more often when I can. I just can't wait to make her mine," thought Asad to himself and smiled a small smile.

He caught hold of her index finger tight,

"I'm curious. Why would I need to know these things, Ms.Farooqui?"

Zoya trying to free her finger, getting riled up again. "What do you mean, Mr.Khan... what do you mean? You don't want to know my sleeping habits."

Asad smile grew wider. He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head ever so slightly with a questioning nod.

Zoya continued, "After we get married. You... Me... We..." She trailed off. She looked at Asad, she looked at the bed, she looked back at Asad, and she flushed all over.

Asad blushed, Zoya blushed. They stared at each other for a moment and Asad's phone rang again. They were jolted back to reality. Asad relaxed his hold on her finger and Zoya took this opportunity and ran out of the room.

Asad crossed the room to see who was trying to reach him. He picked up the phone to see that it was Ayaan. He grimaced in displeasure and then rejected the call . He then went towards the wardrobe to pick up a clean shirt.

Zoya stood outside Asad's room breathing hard with one hand on her heated cheeks and the other on the knob of the door.

"Masha Allah, why can't I learn to shut up when the going is good? Why did I have to open my stupid mouth and put my big foot in? And Mr.Khan he's getting besharam... And...and" she giggled "And I love it".

Giggling she turned to walk away but stopped short when her stomach grumbled.

"Ya Allah, its past lunch time. I need to serve Mr.Khan some lunch before Phoopi returns otherwise in the mood that Mr.Khan is, he will never let me hear the end of it, complaining to Phoopi that I could not even do a simple thing like heating the lunch and serving him".

"Mr.Khan", she turned to his door, opened the door without knocking to a shocked shirtless Asad. "Mr.Khan..." she stopped... "Aap... MA...six packs... No... I mean... I did not see anything...". She just stood there staring at him and she just turned to leave.

Just as she turned to shut the door, she looked at Asad

"Mr. Khan...Aapka", she pointed to his body, winked at him and gave him a thumbs up sign and left.

Asad flushed in embarrassment but with a huge grin on his grin.

"She will never change. I don't want her to.."