FF: Asya - Written in the Skies (Part 19/pg.80)

Part 1

The past four years of college had wrought many changes in them, but it was in Zoya that those changes had been the most dramatic. Humairah had always been striking; she'd never been hampered with the need for eyeglasses or cursed with baby fat. The contact lenses Zoya bought with her allowance two years before had eliminated her need for glasses and allowed her eyes to come into prominence. Nature and time had taken care of all the rest by giving an emphasis to her delicately carved features, thickening her pale Brown hair, and rounding and narrowing her figure in all the right places.

Humairah, with her flaming curly hair and flamboyant attitude, was earthy and glamorous at eighteen. Zoya, in contrast, was quietly poised and serenely beautiful. Humairah's vivaciousness beckoned to men; Zoya's smiling reserve challenged them. Whenever the two girls went places together, males turned to stare. Humairah enjoyed the attention; she loved the thrill of dating and the excitement of a new romance. Zoya found her recent popularity with the opposite sex curiously flat. Although she enjoyed being with the boys who took her skiing and dancing and to their parties, once the newness of being sought after wore off, dating boys for whom she felt no more than friendship was pleasant, but not as wildly exciting as she'd expected it to be. Humairah attributed all that to the fact that Zoya had wrongly idealized Ayaan and now continued to compare every male she met to him. That undoubtedly accounted for part of Zoya's lack of enthusiasm, but the majority of it was probably caused by the simple fact that she had been raised in an adult household which was, moreover, dominated by a forceful, dynamic businessman. And although the boys she dated from Delhi High school were nice to be with, she invariably felt much older than they.

Zoya had known since childhood that she wanted to get her college degree and take her rightful place at Siddiqui & Company someday. The High school boys, and even their older college-age brothers whom she'd met, didn't seem to have any goals or interests other than sex, sports, and drinking. To Zoya, the idea of surrendering her virginity to some boy whose primary aim was to add her name to the list was not only nonsensical, it was humiliating and sordid.

When she did become intimate with someone, she wanted it to be someone she admired and trusted; she wanted tenderness and understanding, and she wanted romance too. Whenever she thought of having a sexual relationship, she envisioned more than making love; she envisioned long walks on the beach, holding hands and talking; long nights in front of a fireplace, watching the flames"and talking. After trying unsuccessfully for years to truly communicate with, and be close to, her father, Zoya was determined that her eventual lover would be someone she could talk to and who would share his thoughts with her. And whenever she envisioned that ideal lover, he was always Ayaan.

Wow awsome 👏

Originally posted by: pinky06

yar my first place gone 😭,

par koi gal nai,first nahi tho second hi sahi 😊

Everything abt this ff invites me in-the writer,characters and the unique story line.

U asking U should continue??

U better contine girl or else m gonna spam ur inbox with petitions to contine asap.

Gaffur divorced..zoya sophisticated...nice...ayaan zoya s crush??...humi zoya friends...i loooved it...

For starting such a wonderful ff U not gonna get scandals,m gonna give U flowers ,cookies and all ur fav chocolates.

Aur haan m already in luv with ur ff ...love al the characters...jaldi update karna padega...koi bahana nahi chalaga...😆

continue soon girl 😊

N did i tell u i loove ur title??itz cool ⭐️

LOads of love

Pinky

Originally posted by: akaswan

Great udapte 😃

Originally posted by: pinky06

i looved humi too 😉