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We Belong Together
Prologue
Sometimes, a body which seems to be residing closer to yours,
is far away, sometimes miles away.
At 12 in the night Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan, was lying in her bed,, with a heavy hand, clenched around her waist, this hand belonged to the man with whom she fell in love irrevocably. Their bodies were aligned side by side under a silky warm duvet, but the sleep which had totally engulfed one member in its arms was miles away from the eyes of the other member. Zoya was again trying to go through a sleepless night. And this night was not unique in itself, she had many since the third member of Khan villa left.
Zoya's Pov
It's been around 1 year, 1 year we got married, I married Mr. Khan, My Man Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan. I fall in love with this man without any choice. He was the one who always hesitated in confessing his feelings. I had to make him to confess his love and yet I did. But I admit one thing this man is also one of the coldest men I have ever came across to. But I love him, I love each and every part of his persona, whether it's his warmest touch in the cold shivering rainy nights or the cold frowns which embellish his broad forehead following names of the people who were once most endeared to him, to his heart. The heart; which is still much like a baby, who can't stay away from his mother.
The day when phoopi left, Asad was no less than a 3 year old baby, whose Mom was going away, far away, with a dark man for him. He wanted to stop her Mom, but he couldn't. So he did what he could. That night there was no sound in the house except the meek sounds of tears and the louder sounds who belonged to the things which were falling apart around in the Khan Villa.
Flash back starts:
Zoya came out of the room at 9 in the morning. She thought that she was late.
Mr. Khan must have left by now. Why I was sleeping like a dumb ass, I needed to talk to him, he has to not loose his temper, we may make phoopi understand. We can talk to her.
But, she was surprised, that there is nobody in the loundge. Dinning table was resting untouched in the dinning cum kitchen. She thought both are sleeping as the last night was not lesser than the emotional draining alley. neither of Mr. Khan and Phoopi made an appearance for next 15 minutes. She thought to not disturb them, as both were totally drained. When she was done with making black coffee for Mr. Khan, she headed to his room. A soft knock on the door followed by no response fainted away in the air. Zoya slightly pushed opened the door.
Here he was lying, with calmness n cuteness adorning his face. She was startled by the fact, that how this Man, who never failed to ignore soft thumps in his sleep, is sleeping ignorant of the time and door knocking thing. Darkness circling his eyes didn't go un-noticed.
Mr. Khan! Please don't strain yourself that much. I can't see you like this. You have to understand. We may try, Mr. khan! We can only try.
His phone was beeping with a reminder on his side table; he had an important meeting today. She was surprised by the sleeping pills which were residing left corner of the table.
Mr. Khan!! (she said calmly),.. Mr. Khan! Wake up Mr. Khan
No response, wariness started surrounding her,, And then she thought of using her high pitched sound
Mr. Khan! Tell me if you are going to wake up, or I should bring a glass of water, which would be soon soaking in your clothes and utmost of all your bed.
Still no response, so she leaned in to place a feather light kiss on his temple making a wet trail to his lower jaw. Her warm breath across his face was working as havoc for him. Asad was never used to of this kind of touch so his sleep started vanishing away. His eyes fluttered open, just when zoya reached on the corner of his lower lip, while showering her love on him.
So am done with it,, now hit like and le me know your views.
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