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Chapter 5: I am into you

It was another hectic day of work for Asad. He came home only to be greeted by the enriching aroma of freshly grinded coffee beans. Inhaling a lungful of air he walked towards his destination. There she was, Zoya, casually sipping her coffee while sitting on the couch and reading some braille books from her collection. She looked up from her book as she heard his footsteps.

"You came. I have kept your coffee in the thermos. You go and freshen up and we will have dinner after that."

A smile formed in his face as he listened to her. He walked towards the thermos and poured himself a cup of his favorite black coffee. Taking one sip he closed his eyes letting himself relishing the taste. He had no doubt that Zoya's coffee is the best in the world. She always knew how to throw away all the fatigue from his body with just a cup of coffee. Smiling goofy he went to his room so as to freshen up.

After 2 hours they made Zoya made herself comfortable on the couch while Asad switched on the TV. Grabbing the remote he plopped himself on the couch sitting near to her. A giggle escaped from her lips at this. Ignoring her reaction he kept sports channel and started watching the football match.

Zoya could hear ooh's and aah's from Asad. She was bored like hell as Asad continued to watch his match. She waited for half an hour and when she felt her threshold of patience is already exceeded she jumped on him and snatched the remote. He was stunned for a moment and then recovered soon.

"Zoya, what's this? Give me the remote. I need to watch the match"

"And I need to watch some movies. Please Asad. For the past half an hour I am sitting here, not understanding anything. Please let's watch some movies."

As he processed her words he felt guilty. In the passion of watching his favourite game he had almost forgot Zoya.

"I am sorry Zoya. I got carried away, I am really sorry."

She could feel the guilt in his voice. Smiling she kept her hand on his indicating him that she has forgiven him. That lifted up his spirits again as he surfed through channels to watch movies. He hated romantic movies but end up watching one, Ishq Vishq, which was Zoya's favourite and which was airing in a channel at that time.

While Zoya was busy listening to the dialogues, Asad was busy admiring her. Her smile, laughter, sadness, cute pouts everything made his heart warm.

"You know Asad, this is my favourite movie. I love it."

He smiled at her child like enthusiasm. They were watching the scene where the Desi day' was going on and Payal wearing a traditional dress thus stunning the gang. Asad was concentrating on the TV as it was his first time watching that movie when suddenly Zoya asked him a question.

"Asad, what is she wearing?"

He frowned and looked back to the screen to see what Amrita Rao is wearing. He didn't know how to describe girl's dresses but gave it his best shot as Zoya is eagerly waiting for his answer.

"Hm...she is wearing an off white color long dress. The one you girls say Gagra choli I think."

Zoya had an understanding expression on her face.

"Oh. Is she beautiful? Does that dress look good."

"Yes she is. And the dress is also really nice. It enhances her beauty"

"Oh I see."

He looked at her confused as to why she suddenly became silent. Shrugging his thoughts he diverted his attention back to the movie. After a minute or so he heard her speak up again.

"You know Asad, I always wanted a beautiful dress like that. But never got it"

"Why", asked a curious Asad.

Sighing she continued.

"Well... Apparently the shop owners here know I am blind. Hence they always show me dresses which are either looks bad or of bad quality. They says to me that its really good and I will really look beautiful in that, blah, blah, blah... but in reality I always look ugly in those dresses. I am jackpot for them as it is really easy to cheat a blind girl in these matters. You know there were instances where they gave me mismatching dresses and I wore it to some functions and became laughing stock. I can't blame them though. They also have to survive in this big bad world na..."

Even though she tried to be strong, her smile flattered at the end. It was Asad's turn to keep silence.

He looked at the girl in front of him who had once again managed to stupefy him. He felt sad for her and his eyes moistened. His eyes darted to the odd colored pillows in the couch. And now he realized why it looked the way it is. He felt anger surging in him towards the shop owners who have cheated her and whom he hasn't even met.

"How does he look?"

He was broken out of his revere with her question.

"Whom you mean Zoya?"

"The hero, Shahid Kapoor."

"Well... he... erm... He kind of look like me... "

"And how do you look Asad?"

He didn't expect that question from her. Ignoring that question he changed the channel. There were some musical programs going on when he suddenly felt her hand on his arm moving up.

"Wha.. What are you doing Zoya...?"

But she silenced him.

"Shh... I am seeing you Asad... This is the way we see people..."

He got confused but got all his answers as her fingers reached his face. She started tracing each and every part of his face with her both hands while her eyes closed as if she is imprinting his face on her mind.

His breath hitched with her warm touch. A soft romantic song played from the TV.

Kuch reshmi hai kuch khurdura

Abhi beh chala hai abhi hai rukha

Hath mein hai raith saa issaq tera

She touched his silky hair first. Her fingers lost in the silky jungle.

Hath mein hai raith saa issaq tera

Her fingers moved down and found their place on his forehead. With her both hands he traced his forehead.

Uss paar tu hai iss paar main

Lagta hai dubunga iss baar mein

Jaane kaha hai le chala issaq tera

The next destination was his eyes. He closed his eyes trying to control himself as he started drowning in sensation which was alien to him.

O saare jaha se hai juda issaq tera

She traced his nose while a mile appeared on her face. She lowered her fingers and let it rest on his lips.

Issaq tera

With slow strokes she traced his upper lip and lower lips.

Issaq Tera

It was the threshold limit for Asad. He couldn't control himself anymore. The feel of her touch on his lips were enticing. He opened his eyes and kissed her fingers which were doing their sweet torture on his lips.

Zoya gasped as she felt him kissing her finger. She blushed as she realized what she was doing to him.

And that was the doom for Asad. He held her hand on his and started showering kisses all over her palm while she shivered under his kisses.

Tu mere main tere samane jab talak

Yeh zameen yeh phalak khubsurat lage

Kisht main hai mili aaj ki yeh khooshi

Geen rake hai magar kal ke lamhe sabhi

Kuch der tujhko bhi tak lunga main

Palkon ki taaron main rakh lunga main

He stopped his kisses and looked at her who had her eyes closed.

Hai subah ke khwab sa issaq tera

O hath mein hai raith sa issaq tera

He held her face in his palm and leaned to drop a kiss on her forehead. He touched her forehead with his. They sat there, their foreheads touching, lost in passion.

Uss paar tu hai iss paar main

Lagta dubunga iss baar mein

Jaane kaha hai le chala issaq tera

He pulled her into a bone crushing hug. His arms went across her waist pulling her to his lap. Her hands wound around his neck allowing him to pull her deeper into him.

O saare jahan se hai juda issaq tera