A/N: Here is the next part!
The date is over! Is it time to face the reality? Let's find out!
Chapter 12:Hold your head up
Their date had been going so well that Zoya did not want the time to ever end. If there was a way to capture the happiness of a moment and live forever, basking in that happy bubble, Zoya would have done it. Her entire body was vibrating with joy. So this is how it feels to be loved and accepted without any questions.
She had Anwar and Zeenat in her life who loved her, but this was different. Anwar and Zeenat were her support system, but the two of them had each other to love and care for. They had their own little family. Zoya wanted that, and this time, Zoya had someone for her and that was something that she had craved all her life.
After they confessed to each to each other about what they had been feeling for one another, tension and anxiety had left their bodies and they found smiling the entire time. They continued to stroll and simply be just the two of them. A random question and answers were exchanged sometime, but mostly they were satisfied with just walking and basking in each other's presence. They had to finally end their time there as it was starting to get cold near the waters. The drive back home was silent but very comfortable and relaxing.
By the time Asad and Zoya returned back home it was almost midnight. They entered the home, hand-in-hand and blush adoring the cheeks of both of them. They had spent the rest of their date by the lake talking about what this could mean for their relationship.
*flashback*
"What does this mean, Asad?" Zoya asked him after they pulled apart and ended yet another kiss. They had been stealing kisses in between their chats. "I just need to know. I need something for my own comfort." She signed against his lips.
Asad made a humming sound and pulled her closer to him and she settled snuggled by his side, her head in the crook of his neck.
"It means what you what it to be. For me, Zoya, this means that you are here with me, I am here and we are not going anywhere. I am not going anywhere. You should know that I want more with you, eventually. But for now, I am happy with this. We don't have to put a name to everything, Zoya and I don't want to put pressure of any labels on you." He murmured against her hair as he pecked the crown of her head.
Zoya smiled and her the upturn of her lips in that smile kissed the part of his neck where she was cuddled to him, and said, "I have never felt affection in my life Asad, but with you, I feel so cherished and for me, that is enough for now."
*end of flashback*
After locking up the door, they walked silently towards their rooms. As they reached the door to Zoya's room, Asad spun her around and grabbed her close to him. Sneaking a look at the clock, Asad grinned down at her.
"So, Cinderella, you are back before the clock struck midnight. What does this mean for your prince? How will he scheme the next meeting without a fallen shoe?" he teased her, referring to how she had gushed about how much she loved Cinderella when she was a kid.
Zoya laughed a little and pecked his lips chastely, "Well, this Cinderella did not need a forgotten glass slipper after all. All it took was a lost father. And not scheming required. I thought we made a "no-going-anywhere" promise?"
Asad leaned forward and pressed their forehead together.
"That we did!"
In the time he had spent with her, he knew that she was so much more than an angelic face; she has an even purer soul. He was suddenly overcome with desire for her. Looking over his shoulder to see if there was a chance of anyone walking on them; on suspecting nothing, he pushed her against the door of her room and smiled naughtily at her.
"Well, it was our first date, so I get to have a good night when I leave my date at her door, no? That's how it works!" he said
Zoya rolled her eyes at him, "You are supposed to do that at the front door of the girl's house, Mr. Cheesy Khan."
"I can't help that my date was so charmed by me that she couldn't help but come live with me!" he sniggered at her.
Zoya gasped at him, but before she could conjure up a response, Asad captured her lips with hers with a passion that took Zoya's breath away.
They stood there, wrapped in each other, clinging to the each other in a bubble of passion, lust and the purest kind of love. They were not sure of what they felt for each other yet, but their bodies and souls had made the connection.
The door handle was dinging into Zoya's back but she couldn't care less. Asad had her pressed against the door with his hard body aligned along hers. All that she cared about was the burst of sensations that were cursing through the body; about the way his roaming hands were leaving a fire trail where ever they touched her; about how his lips left a path of desire in their wake as they glided over her jaw and neck.
"A-asd-d" she let out an embarrassingly loud moan as his hands massaged her exposed back and his lips worshipped hers.
They lost the track of time, or place as they kissed. Asad ground himself to her; her sounds of pleasure spurred him and all conscious thoughts left his brain. He was only a few kisses and touches away from hoisting her up, taking her to his room and letting it all go when pitter patter of small feet knocked some sense into him.
"Abbu? Ms. Zoya?"
They both sprung apart and looked at each other with terrified eyes. Please, let him not have seen anything!
They turned to face the sound of a tired and sleepy Aadil. They looked at where he stood at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning. His almost asleep form seemed to not have seen anything that may have scarred him for life.
Watching his father ravage his Ms. Zoya would not have been pretty.
Asad gave Zoya the look that clearly said that he was in no position to go to Aadil. His body was strung hard and tight with desire that was still flowing in his veins. He needed to calm down, literally. Zoya smirked at his obvious discomfort and went over to Aadil.
"Kya hua, huh, baby? What are you doing up? You should be sleeping, it's so late!" she knelt down to look him better in the eyes.
Aadil leaned against her and circled his arms around her neck in a snuggling manner. He was obviously much tried but even then, he managed to sass anyway, "I wanted to say good night to Abbu. And you are up too, Ms. Zoya and it's so late!"
Zoya chuckled at him and stood up, carrying Aadil in her arms in the process. He laid his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. He was asleep within moments and Zoya carried him to his room.
Asad looked at them with a soft smile on his lips. Sometimes you only realize the missing parts of your life when they start to come together.
***
"Okay, Zoya! Enough of stalling. You need to do this, right now!" she talked to herself as she held her mobile phone in her hand and the number waiting to be dialed. After checking and re-checking and then doing it all over again, she had finally entered the numbers, that Mr. Shekhar had given her to contact Ghafoor Siddiqui, in her phone.
Asad was sitting on her bed, looking at Zoya with an amused expression. He knew that it was a big deal for her and he wanted to be there to support her, but she was really being funny, pacing around her room and talking to herself. He got up from the bed and walked over to her. Grabbing her shoulders gently, he looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were filled with anxiety, sadness and fear.
"What is eating you away?" he gently asked.
Her lips quivered and she sagged against him, "Wh-hat if he doesn't want to ta-alk to me? Maybe I am too late. He waited for so long, Asad! And I never even knew!" she let out her fears and insecurities.
Asad wiped away the treacherous tears that had fallen down her eyes and said, "Exactly, you never even knew. It wasn't your fault and we'll never know his side of the story if we don't try, Zoya. Have faith in your Allah Miyan. He will not hurt his precious Zoya."
Nodding at him, she finally dialed the landline number.
*Ring*
"Hello?" it was a lady's voice.
Zoya swallowed the lump in her throat, "He-ello. Is, um, is Mr. Siddiqui, Ghafoor Siddiqui, here?" she rasped out.
"Siddiqui? Nahi, mohtarma. You have the wrong number. "
Zoya scrunched her eyes, muttering an apology; she disconnected the call and slumped against Asad.
***
"This is the place." Asad said as he parked his car outside the house. He looked over to Zoya sitting in the passenger seat. Her eyes were closed and her hands were held up in front of her face in prayer. He could not help but stare at her and just keep looking. She had never looked so beautiful to him than at that moment.
Zoya opened her eyes and blinked back the tears that threatened to escape. Now was not the time to sob and cry. She was finally going to go knock on the door. She looked at Asad and gave him a smile that she hoped made her look determined and strong, because internally, she was panicking. But she wasn't successful. He could see right through her and her anxiety.
"Breathe slowly and deeply, Zoya. You can't hyperventilate now." Asad said gently.
"I mean - I -" Zoya was at a loss for words. "Is this the right house? I can't deal with another dead-end!" They were at the address that the factory manager had given them.
"Well, it did say Siddiqui' on the mailbox, so I am guessing we did find the right one. I am not sure, but why don't we go and find out? And I am here for you." he tired to soothe her nerves.
They both got off the car and walked the small gravel path that led to a very beautiful two-storey brick house. Before losing her resolve, she reached up to the door, and rang the bell and they waited. Asad took her hand and squeezed; letting her know that he was going to be there for her - now and later. Zoya smiled at him and squeezed his hand back in response.
As they waited for someone to answer the door, Zoya's nerves and anxiety came rushing back.
"Asad" Zoya breathed. "Oh God, maybe he is not at home. We should go..."
"I can hear footsteps," Asad said turning his face to her. "We have to see him, Zoya. If you don't like him after half an hour, then we'll go. Just say the word, and I'll get you out of here. But you have to see him, okay?"
Before she could reply, footsteps approaching the door from the inside became loud. A tall balding man in his late fifties opened the door and looked at the pair standing outside the door. He looked at them and asked.
"Yes? How can I help you?"
Zoya looked at the person in front of her. He was well built; bearded; bespectacled. Her throat felt dry and she could not let out any words. All she wanted to do was run away - her courage suddenly deserted her.
Asad looked at Zoya and realized that she was struggling. Holding her hand tightly within his, he looked at the man and spoke.
"Hello Sir, I am Asad Khan. We are looking for Mr. Ghafoor Siddiqui. Does he live here?"
The man looked at Asad and Zoya, his eyes speculated and tired to figure out who the kids were, but coming up empty.
"Yes, he does live here. And you are talking to him right now."
Hold your head up, there's a light in the sky
I know you're fed up, but you must try to survive
Each moment's precious, don't let life pass you by
Keep focused, keep your eyes on the prize
- Hold Your Head Up BY Macklemore
A/N: And she has seen him for the first time!
How do you think the first meeting is going to go? Any guesses on what happened all those years ago?
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Simi
Edited by saida.m - 11 years ago
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