Asad and Zoya....one shot......update on pg 2 - Page 2

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hey guys...thanks to everyone who read my one shot...your comments made me think i should write more?!, so here is another one on AsYa, just for you guys.

so, here goes.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS...😃

"Hmmm...Someone's blushing!"

I looked down as Ashi recognized the pink blotch on my cheeks that was now slowly turning red.

"if you turn this red on just the mention of his name, Allah only knows what you will do when he..."

She let her voice trail as the implication of her statement hung in the air. I looked up at the teasing glint in her eyes and looked away mentally chiding myself for getting a very sensuous image in my head. Blood boiled in my cheeks as i hurriedly put the last of the bangles on and looked in the mirror for a final check.

"By the way, you are looking flattering in that silk salwar kameez of yours. Trust me he won't be able to refuse the minute you walk into the hall downstairs."

Ashi was right. The pink colour did go well with my fair skin and the way the kurta wrapped around my waist was flattering and perfect. The silk brushed with my skin sending goosebumps towards my spine. I did look okay, but still...was it enough for him to accept my proposal...?

"Really, do you think this is fine?"

"truly...but darling now let's go down...we shouldn't keep our Asad miyan waiting should we?"

Just then Appy came in and took my hands in hers.

"Zoya, he is waiting downstairs. Remember, come downstairs slowly, one step at a time. No tripping. No side jokes, no flashy eyes and definitely no loud voice."

I inwardly smiled at her serious but funny advice. Really, how did she think i would even keep my head up without blushing like a fool? But still, i gave her a reassuring squeeze and continued my way downstairs where he was sitting.

I was rooted to my spot the minute he came into my view. If i had ever known what was beautiful before this, it was nothing compared to the Greek god sitting in my living room quietly conversing with my Appy. His lips slowly curved into a smile as he politely grinned at some joke he was hearing. The creases in his skin grew more prominent as his smile widened. Sure enough those dimples were the most magnificent things i had ever seen. I let out a short gasp as my heart pounded, in response to the sight in front of it. At the sound of my gasp, they stopped talking at looked at me. His eyes slowly moved from my Appy and focused their attention on me. I immediately looked down and flushed bright red while adjusting the stupid dupatta which seemed to choose only this time to fidget and move. I could feel his stare on me as his eyes roamed slowly taking in whatever he saw. He looked into my eyes for a fleeting second and then away. However, that one fleeting second left me in awe of his dreamy eyes which seemed to bore into mine.

"Zoya, come sit. Why are you standing there?" Appy smiled lightly before gesturing me to take a seat next to him.

I moved slowly and took my seat feeling suddenly high on breathing.

"Zoya, this is Asad Ahmed Khan. Asad"Zoya."

"Hi"

I looked up at the sound of the deep voice coming from Asad. (blush!)

"hi"

Appy seemed to understand my nervousness in the situation. Unfortunately, she did not understand the reason. (blush!). She smiled quietly to herself, made an excuse (something about samosas and the kitchen) and walked (no, ran) away. I kept my head down, lest i should be caught staring at the too handsome face just a few feet away from mine.

"Your house is beautiful. Did you design it?"

"Hmmm..."

"so, how was your day? Was it good?

"Hmm..."

"did you have food? Appy tells me that you forget to eat a lot of times?"

"Hmm..."

"so, you can't speak?"

"Hmmm...uh...n-no...i mean..no...I mean i can speak." I stammered, the red threatening to flush my cheeks yet again.

He chuckled softly.

"Hmmm..so i should get to the point. Actually, Appy called me a few days ago talking about you. I was a bit confused as to what to tell her because, you see, i wasn't thinking about marriage and getting settled. I live alone, Zoya and so i take care of myself. I don't have a parivaar' as such. My family is myself and my dog. So, i wasn't sure if i could get used to having someone to look after me and care for me. I mean getting married and having a wife and kids...was a bit difficult for me to think about. But then she insisted on me meeting you and talking to you before refusing. So i came here," here he stopped and took a deep breath, " and i do not regret"

I looked up at his statement. My heart and mind disconnected as his words hung in the air around me. I smiled a soft smile and said, "Thank you for coming here. It really means a lot."

"i don't have any problem in marrying you, Zoya. From what Appy has told me and what i have seen, i know i will be happy with you. Really, i am ready for this. But if you have any-"

"No" i said almost too quickly. "i-i don't have a-any problems in marrying you." Well, God only knew how much i really wanted to-

I blushed as i realized what i was thinking.

"Hmmm...so then should we tell your Appy. She will be very excited to hear the good news."

"Huh..yeah"

At this he shifted closer, reducing the distance between us.

"by the way", he whispered, "you look beautiful in that pink salwar kameez."

I blushed and unnecessarily adjusted the dupatta on my shoulder.

NOTE TO SELF: Always listen to Ashi, the next time i dress...😊

hope u guys like it...😊😛

i loved ur first OS...! wish u continued it...! it was really good...!! hope to c more of ur writings..!