Asad opened his eyes and blinked rapidly to adjust to the brightness around him. He took in his surroundings and realized he was in his room and it was morning. Sunlight streamed in through the window and he could hear the birds chirping merrily outside. Asad rubbed his eyes and grunted in pain as he tried to sit up and felt something restricting his right hand. He looked down and his eyes softened immediately as he found Zoya's sleeping form by his bedside, holding his hand. Everything came flooding back to him and he hastily scanned her face for any injuries or marks. There were not many, just a few fading bruises and minor cuts. He sighed in relief and gently ran his fingers over her face, caressing her eyes, her nose, her cheek and then moving up to stroke her hair. They felt like silken strands in between his fingers. Zoya murmured something softly and opened her eyes, smiling up at him sleepily. Suddenly, reality dawned on her and her eyes lost their dreamy look and she shot straight up.
"Asad! You're awake?" she cried "why didn't you wake me up, damn it? Does something hurt? Are you in pain? Can I get you something?" She then slapped her hand to her forehead and continued with her high pitched ramble. "Of course, I should get you something! Allah Miyan, what's wrong with me? There's an injured man sitting in front of you, Zoya, and you're busy chatting with him? Asad. Please lie down" she said, snapping her attention back to him. "Stay here and I'll-"
"Zoya, Zoya... Listen!" Asad tried to catch her attention, but she was too busy cursing herself for 'disturbing' him. He caught hold of her hand and pulled her towards him. Zoya fell forward and instinctively gripped Asad's shoulders to break her fall. She ended up sprawled across Asad's lap, his hands on her waist and their noses touching one another.
"Asad!" she squeaked "What are you doing? You'll hurt yourself!"
"Shh" he said, touching his finger to her lips. "Not another word. Have I told you before that you talk to much?" he asked her, slowly drawing her closer.
"Yes. Many times" she replied, her voice faltering slightly as her eyes followed his movements. He removed his finger from her lips and slowly traced it down her jaw, to the base of her neck and up again, towards her forehead. Zoya closed her eyes at his touch, her chest heaving as breathing became difficult.
"Then why do you keep forgetting it?" he asked her, his tone dropping to a whisper. His breath fanned her face and Zoya's heart thudded so loudly that she was sure it would leap out of her chest any moment now. He voice got stuck in her throat, making it impossible for her to answer him. She didn't have to, anyway, as Asad captured her lips in his own, a heartbeat later.
Zoya was amazed by the number of sensations flooding her body. Her hands glided up his shoulders and disappeared into his hair as she drew herself closer to him, responding fully to his kiss. Asad kept the kiss gentle at first, not wanting to seem too desperate. God only knew how much he wanted her, but he didn't want to scare her off by being too aggressive. But her response was making it difficult for him to control himself and when Zoya parted her lips, he couldn't help but taste her.
A shiver of pleasure ran through Zoya's body as Asad's tongue invaded her mouth. His hands were all over her, gliding up and down her body and making her melt in his arms in response. She lifted herself off Asad and altered her position so that she was now straddling him, instead of sitting on him and deepened the kiss. Her body began to move on its own, rotating and grinding against his, in a steady, hypnotic rhythm.
'That's it' Asad decided, not being able to hold himself off any longer. He caught hold of her by her waist and flipped her on to her back, supporting himself on his arms so that most of his weight was off her. Asad freed her lips and moved down to kiss her neck, earning a sensuous moan from Zoya. She clutched his head tighter and moaned again as he continued to kiss and nibble at the most sensitive part of her exposed neck. Her hips lifted off the bed, seeking friction and contact in order to ease the dull ache that was rising rapidly through her lower body. Unable to bear the separation any longer, Zoya dragged Asad's head back up and sealed their lips in a kiss which made Asad want to take her right then. But a shred of common sense prevailed, which told him that he should be putting a stop to this, before it went too far. With great difficulty and even greater reluctance, he broke the kiss and looked down at her.
"Zoya, we shouldn't be doing this" he told her, his breathing ragged, due to the lack of oxygen his lungs had just suffered.
"No, we shouldn't" she agreed. But they knew what the other wanted, as their eyes betrayed their words. Asad's eyes were dark with desire and the way he was looked at her made Zoya's knees go weak. In spite of his words, Asad bent to capture her lips again.
"You're right, Asad. We shouldn't be doing this" she said, when his lips were only a breath away from hers. She pushed at his chest, but he refused to budge. Instead, he tightened his hold on her, giving her the 'the rest of the world can go to the dogs' look. "Asad, we aren't married yet", praying that he would listen, because she knew that the moment he kissed her again, all her good intentions would go flying out of the window. Asad hovered over her for a few more moments, the fire in his eyes never dying out, then finally rolled over and sat up.
"You're right" Asad said, running his hands through his hair. "Damn it, Zoya. It's your fault! You shouldn't be so irresistible" he told her and laughed as her expression turned from shock to mock-annoyance. She slapped him lightly across his arm.
"Stop fooling around and freshen up. Everyone has been waiting for you to wake up" she informed him, her hands on her hips and voice stern.
"Waiting? How long have I been out?"
"Two days"
"Two days!? What happened!?"
"You fainted due to over-exertion and too many injuries. We took you to a hospital where you had to be given blood. We then brought you home as the doctor said you just needed rest to recover. Also, he asked you not to strain yourself. You need complete bed rest. So no office for you for the next couple of weeks" Zoya finished.
"When you say strenuous activities, what exactly comes under that category?" he asked her, unable to resist teasing her a little more. She opened her mouth to reply when a knock on the door interrupted her.
"Zoya?" came Dilshaad's voice. The door opened and she peeked in. "Good you're awake, Asad. I thought I heard voices. How are you feeling?" she asked her son, knowing very well how he must actually be feeling.
"I'm fine, Ammi" he replied, looking sheepish. "Why don't you two go wait downstairs? I'll be there in a while" he told them. Zoya raised an eyebrow at him as she caught his eye. He silently pleaded her to leave with his mother. This was too embarrassing. He would have to figure out a way to talk to Ammi about Zoya, while he took a shower. Knowing how his mother loved messing with him, he knew it was going to be one hell of a talk.
okayy let me tell you, i suck at writing romantic or erotic stuff... so i don't really know how this turned out to be... since you guys have been absolute sweethearts, im going to drag this for a few more parts, if I can come up with something new, that is... 😛
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