Chapter 17
'Good Morning Asadd! Are you ready for Mission SAAJ?' Zoya chirped, barging into his room as freely as ever. She froze as she saw Asad absentmindedly coming out of the bathroom, now buttoning his shirt, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. She could almost feel herself drooling before him at the sight of his partially visible chest, just for her to devour.
Asad stopped in his tracks as he saw Zoya's amused and yearning face as she lovingly doted on his body. He smirked and shook his head. He cleared his throat, and cause Zoya to snap out of it. She unwilling covered her eyes and blurted out' I'm sorry Asad!! I didn't see anything!!!!'
' Oh really! .. Hmm Zoya, did you know that you drool like a little puppy?' He chuckled, as he thought of her childishness. He was also fond of the fact she was admiring him.
'Allah miyan what's wrong with you?! I'm a puppy? Hmph' she pouted as she folded her arms, shooting him a fake angry look.
'Acha sorry. Now what were you saying, before you started drooling over me?'
'I wasn't drooling, by the way. And I was asking you if you're ready for Mission SAAJ?' She continued, on a more bubbly note.
'Kya? SAAJ? Zoya say clearly what you are talking about!' he said, his face covered in frustration and confusion.
'Oh ho Asad! Don't you know anything! I'm talking about Mission Stop Appi and Jeeju! Waise bhi you should know how to carry out this mission, am I right, Jahanpana Bond?' she winked.
' Aap itne dramatic kyun hoon? Making up a mission and all that!'
'Actually, aap yaad hai, when I thought you were a spy, I was sooo excited!. Well now won't it be exciting to really have a mission. Me and you, the Bonds. Eeeppp!'
'Bas!' Asad said sternly and irritatedly, Zoya stopped fangirling. 'Kya bas? Aap jante hai aap kitne boring hai! Hmphh'
She was disheartened and glumly turned to go out his room. Asad pressed his fingers on his nose, out of frustration. The slightest things got Zoya sad. Ya allah!
Zoya felt his hand on hers, as she slowed her walking, coming to a stop. She turned and saw Asad's hand on hers.
'So, Ms Bond, what's the plan?' he said, giving her an apologetic smile.
'YIPPIEEE'
She gave him a full teeth smile, and said ' Now we're talking!! Okay so last night you said we would meet to further discuss, so consider this meeting#1! Our plan starts from breakfast. You have to be nice to me okay. Go out of the way, to make me feel comfortable. I f I do something you won't like, you have to say you like it anyway! Aurr'. Compliment me. And not just for breakfast, but for the next few days you have to do this, to make them believe us. Main jante hoon ke aap ki liya yeh kaam toda sa mushkil hai, but come on Asad you have to help me! J'
'Theek hai, I understand. Don't worry. Ab chale?' he said motioning towards the door.
'Ab?'
'Nahi, kal' Asad replied, rolling his eyes.
'Allah miyan! Whats wrong with you?'
'ME? What's wrong with you? Aren't we supposed to go for breakfast now? Or would you like to wait for dinner?'
'Ya Allah! You are impossible! I am saving your honour here, and you are speeching me off. Asad, agar you wish to go outside without wearing your shirt properly toh' go right ahead' she said, eating up her words as they drowned in her giggles. Through her teasing, she hoped it hide her blush as she secretly drank in the sight of his body. Oh , this man is going to be the death of me one day. Okay Zoya, calm down.
He immediately looked down, totally embarrassed and pink. He was about to admit defeat and cover up when a thought struck him.
'Oh so you are laughing and telling me to put on my shirt? But a few minutes ago you were drooling over me. Kya hua you like what you see?' he said with a devilish grin, something he didn't know he had. Zoya always was the one to make him discover something new about himself.
'Haan' Zoya blurted out blatantly.
'Exactly toh I thought I was doing you a favour!' He added.
'KYAAA! I meant NAHI! Asad stop all this. Come on, Let's go for breakfast' she said and started walking to the door,stomping. Boy was she all hot and bothered or what!
'Theek hai. Let's go' he began walking to the door.
'What the! Have some shame Asad!' she shouted before she walked out and slammed the door in his face. Though she wished she could be on the other side of it too.
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At the breakfast table
'Asad, your coffee.' Zoya said more than politely, winking at him to initiate their plan.
'Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain?' he said flushed. Zoya gave him eye contact and urged him to say something else, due to the expression on the faces of Appi Jeeju Dilshad and Najma.
'Uhh I mean, why you took the trouble? Ammi or Najma would have done it'
'haan, lekin its okay. I already did it' said Zoya with a smile.
'Thanks.' He replied, trying not to show his annoyance.
'You're welcome' she chirped in a sing song voice.
Asad continued to eye her sternly. Gawsh, she was over acting.
He slowly sipped his coffee, and coughed upon tasting it.
'Ya allah! Aap jante hai ki I only drink black coffee. Yeh kya hai Zoya?
'Haan, I added some sugar to it. Sorry.' She said in a sad heart wrenching voice. Asad was baffled.
Zoya mouthed to him. He couldn't read her lips properly, because she was exciting herself and moving so fast, or maybe it was because he got lost looking at her full, red, plump lips. Whatever it was, he realized what she was trying to convey.
'But nevermind, it's okay Zoya. It's drinkable.' Asad said, putting on a smile.
'OUCH' he yelled, as Zoya stomped his foot.
'It tastes really good. Best coffee I've ever had. I should start drinking it like this only' he spluttered out.
'Aww Asad. Don't worry I'll make coffee like this everyday for you' Asad groaned quietly.
Four heads, were moving from Asad to Zoya and back to Asad throughout this whole exchange. All were confused and wore crazy expressions but they couldn't help but enjoy it. After all, they realized why the two were acting like that. OH yes this was just the beginning.
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'Asad?' Zoya called out sheepishly as she entered his room. It was after 9pm and Asad had not too long ago returned from a lengthly and tiring day at work. With coffee in hand, she walked in to find him sprawled over the sofa in his room.
'Asad! Asad' she called more calmly, trying to wake him up. Poor Asad, still in his working clothes looked so exhausted. She gently placed the coffee down on the side-table, and knelt down on the floor, gaining eye level with him.
Close up, she could see his features. His long lashes, pointed nose, perfect lips. Wasn't he just too good to be true? She remembered seeing him shirtless and felt herself getting all hot again.
His one lock of hair was strewn across his face, bothering him as he slept. Zoya reached out and pushed it back out of his face, yet her hand did not want to leave. It lingered and brushed through his tousled soft hairs and she watched him in adoration. The touch of his skin felt like smooth and cool yet it made her feel tingly and fiery at the same time. What was happening to her?
How cutee! I could just pull his cheeks !How sexy! Waww even when he's sleeping. She sighed. Bechara Asad Miyan! Whole day he has worked so hard, and now I have to bother him with my petty problems. Hmmm. Ya llah what kind of thoughts are in my head these days?
Before her mind could wander too fast for her to keep up, she decided to wake him up.
'WAKE UP MR KHAN!!!!' she shouted in his ear.
'What the!' Asad exclaimed, as he woke up stunned and stood up.
'Coffee?' Zoya offered.
'Zoya what's all this?' Zoya got up, and stood to face him.
'Actually, this morning I troubled you a lot, so I thought I would make you some coffee and come check on you and continue our planning for Mission SAAJ. Not to worry, its sugarless, just the way you like it. And then I realized you had a hard day when I saw you sleeping but I decided to wake you up anyway. Go freshen up, and then drink this coffee. Then we can talk about our Bond business.'
'Oh, thanks for the coffee and yes, you troubled me a lot. I could've hardly caught on to your sign language and not to forget, my foot still hurts'
Zoya held her ears and mouthed sorry.
'Kya?'
'Asad, I'm saying sorry!'
Uff, Asad was so caught up in how adorable she looked like this. He felt blood rushing through him.
'Oh really?' he moved closer to her. 'Today too, I couldn't understand what you were mouthing to me' Now there was just a minute space between them
'Aap jante hai Zoya, you need to learn how to do that.' he said in a husky voice.
'K'Kya?' Zoya stuttered, still adjusting to her heightened emotions due to his presence.
Asad leaned down, so he was a few millimeters away from her, and whispered 'moving you lips'
Zoya saw Asad's pupils dilate and darken as he gazed down at her with something in his eyes which resembled desire. Her eyes reflected the same as she moved her hand and placed it on his chest. She felt how hard his heart was beating and she felt overwhelmed. Both their lips were so close, it teased them. There was barely a space between them, and Zoya unconsciously parted her lips. Her heartbeats were erratic, echoing in her ears. All the buildup of this heated tension had been increasing with their growing closeness and feelings of love which were developing. It seemed as though today it would explode.
Her heavy and ragged breaths made Asad groan, to which Zoya responded by gripping his shirt and closing her eyes. They leaned forward, foreheads touching. Zoya could feel herself getting sweaty, the heat was incredible. Her two hands on his chest gripping his shirt as she fondled and played with the buttons as Asad used his strength to tighten their embrace. They remained locked in this passionate embrace, waiting for the other to make the next move. It was painful pleasure. Zoya got irritated, and grumbled under her voice. Using this opportunity and taking this as a hint Asad slightly tilted forward and to kiss her. He moved one hand from around her waist to her cheek and stroked it. Zoya instantly leaned into his touch, yearning to feel his skin. Asad inhaled deeply and was rewarded with the scent of her cream or perfume or soap. Whatever it was, it was her scent, a fragrance he was starting to identify from the minute she stepped foot in the same room as him. He sighed, the heat and passion slowly turning to just that feeling, the feeling that consumed him recently.
The touch of their lips was merely a whisper when they felt lights went all off, and some commotion was heard. Neither shifted position. They opened their eyes and in the darkness, the eyes were enough for them to drown in. A few footsteps were heard approaching, which did not affect them. Instead Asad continued to stroke her cheek and leaned in again. Both shut their eyes again. For a split second, their lips touched, but right then and there, a voice was heard.
'Ya Allah!' The voice seems close to them, just a meter or so away. They deduced someone must have entered. The voice was filled with astonishment. Maybe there was doubt and a bit of happiness but surprise covered the voice. They opened their eyes, still high off the moment, and stared at each other. The room was now illuminated with the vibrancy of a candle, held by none other than Dilshad. They ripped apart from each other, both with their eyes on the ground. It seemed as thought electricity went, and Dilshad came to help them with light. Little did she know she was interrupting a moment that could have changed all their lives.
What was that. They felt guilty, and dared not look at their Ammi and Phupi. In fact, what the hell were they doing. It wasn't so wrong, its not like they were out of control or took it too far. But how did the 2 of them end up in that position? Kissing was the first step to intimacy. Asad and Zoya? It looked more wrong than it was, especially because they did not want Dilshad to have any dark opinion about their character.
They both hoped the lights would take longer to come back on.
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