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Chapter 8: And I made you mine

It was a breezy evening. Zoya was in her workshop finishing some last minute orders. She heard the door click open and a pair of footsteps coming towards her direction.

"Asad, you are back! "

This made Asad stunned as he was extra cautious not to make any sound so as to surprise her. But all his effort went in drain. Chuckling, he sat near to her and hugged her from back. Nuzzling in her hair he asked her,

"How did you know it was me?"

Zoya giggled as she said,

"I can recognize your footsteps from anywhere. Did you forget that a blind person's all other senses are enhanced? I am blind, but I am not helpless"

Even though she meant fun, it tugged Asad's heart. Hugging her more closely, he fell silent. She sensed the sudden change in Asad and face-palmed herself for uttering such a jock. She held his hands which were intertwined on her stomach. Slowly freeing herself from his grip, she turned around. Asad looked at her confused about her sudden move. She slowly cupped his face and brought her lips closer to his. That move was enough for him as he took in charge and smacked his lips with hers. He nibbled and chewed her bottom lip while she held onto him. She suppressed the moans which were threatening to release from her mouth by digging her fingers into his hair. He was kissing her like there is no tomorrow. He caressed each and every part of her mouth with new found vigor while she gasped at the intensity of emotions he conveyed in the kiss.

***(@)***

Asad looked sleepily at Zoya who was again working in her workshop. It was 10 AM and still Zoya was not ready to sleep. It was not like he is sleeping with Zoya; it was just that he was used to sleep only after making sure that she slept peacefully in her room. So like every other day, he was waiting for that. It's true that Zoya had told him many times to go and sleep, but he was adamant on waiting for her.

As he looked at her he felt a pain in his chest. She looked so beautiful with her soulful eyes that no one will tell she is a blind girl. She was really different form all other girls he have met.

"Asad"

"hmm.."

"I want to sculpture your face."

He was amused by her request. One look at her expectant face and he couldn't disagree. She squealed in excitement as he agreed. She arranged all her supplies and called him near her.

He sat in the chair in front of her. He smiled seeing her excitement. His breath got sucked in the next moment as her cold fingers touched his face. She ran her fingers through his face so as to copy it to clay. Closing her eyes she memorized each and every contour of his face without realizing the emotional turmoil she is putting him in.

It was proving hard for Asad in each passing second to control himself. Having the special woman in his life so close with her fingers running through his face was not a helping a situation. He could feel the blood rush through his veins and to somewhere south. He felt like a volcano ready to erupt.

A nave Zoya, who was oblivious to Asad's plight, withdrew her hand. Saying him a small thank you' she moved to mold the clay.

She was molding her clay when she felt a pair of hand on her forearm. She stiffened for a moment but relaxed as she realized the familiar touch. He gently glided his hands from her forearm to her palms. Intertwining his fingers with hers he started molding the clay along with her, his front touching her back. The atmosphere thickened. It was sweet, intimate and intense.

And this time Zoya was not oblivious to the changes. She could feel the heat from his body and the same heat generating from her own as their hands moved in rhythm. He nuzzled closer to her neck and dropped a kiss there. Zoya tightened her grip on his finger closing her eyes. Slowly releasing her fingers his arm went up and shifted her hair to one side. She gasped as the clay came in contact with her skin. His fingers then travelled south and found their entrance to her bare stomach under her top. She clutched the molding pot for support as his cold fingers circled in her tummy. Not able to withstand his torture anymore, she turned around and hugged him. Asad smiled at this gesture and hugged her back.

After a moment or so he got up with her still in his arm. He guided her towards the washbasin. He scrubbed her fingers with his own letting the water wash away the clay in their hands. He could see the blush forming in her cheeks and it was not helping him in that situation. Abruptly closing the tap, he picked her up and walked towards his room. Putting her down in his bed he went and locked the door. When he turned back and saw Zoya on his bed, then only he realized the repercussions of what he was about to do. He hesitated for a moment but all his rational thoughts flew out of the window as he saw her about to get down from the bed searching for him.

He caught her in nick of time as she tripped on the carpet. Pulling her more close to himself, he whispered in her ear,

"I want you Zoya"

She closed her eyes as his voice sent shivers down her body. She waited for what comes next with bated breath, and when it came, she was melted into a puddle of goo.

That night witnessed a unique bond, a bond which marked them for each other. They didn't know what the world has to offer them in future, but they knew that their present will be filled with happiness.

***(@)***

Asad looked at Zoya who was sleeping in her naked glory, with her head on his chest. He could still feel how heavenly her body felt under his hand and lips. He pulled her close to him resting his hand on her buttocks. He felt her dropping a kiss on his bare chest causing him to groan. Knowing that she had got up from her sleep, he started tickling her which made her burst out in laughter. He continued tickling her while she tried hard to stop him from that. Their sweet giggles and laughter echoed through the room.

Suddenly he stopped his actions as he saw tears rolling down from her eyes. Alarmed, he cupped her cheek.

"What happened Zoya? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

She nodded smiling but he was not satisfied. He hugged her closer to feel her. her eyes well up at his gesture.

"Zoya, you know you can tell me anything. What is that which is making you cry? Please tell me"

Zoya snuggled closer to his chest.

"I am not sad Asad, I am just too much happy. You know, this is the first time in years I felt what it is to being loved. When my parents died in that car crash and I lost my sight, I was just 15 years old. It was really difficult for me to live after that. I was just left with this house, some fixed deposit my parents put in my name and the omnipresent darkness in my life. I was devastated you know. I couldn't even locate a knife to suicide... I... I was..."

His grip grew tighter as she started hiccupping. He massaged her back soothing her. Drawing comfort form his touch he relaxed and continued.

"But I decided to live on. I learnt everything myself. I never wanted anyone to pity me. I tried hard to become what I am today. All these while I knew I was lacking one thing, that's love. I had got my fair share of proposals when I was studying but I knew all of them were just frauds. They just wanted to use me as who will ask if anyone hurt a blind orphan girl... so I steered clear from all this until you came into my life."

She paused and cupped his face.

"You came into my life and changed everything. You filled the darkness in my life with colour. You kissed me like a dew drop kissing a petal... You carried me like a breeze carrying the snowflakes. And today you made me yours with utmost gentleness as if you are afraid to hurt me. I know I am no longer the independent girl I was. I have become dependent on you. but I am happy. I have you, with me, always. I love you a lot Asad..."

She hugged him closely feeling contented about her confession. She drifted off to sleep with a smile playing on her lips.

On the other side, her confession tugged the strings of his heart. For the first time in months he realized something. And it made him think deeply that what was he doing with an innocent girl like her...