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He wouldn't have let anyone in.

Asad.

His name (she had Googled it in one of her weak moments) literally meant 'lion'.

And there he was; a mighty lion ready to pounce on anything that hurt his pride, his beliefs, his business and his family. He was ferocious, quick and incredibly stealthy. He was protective to a level that was borderline mental.

He even looked like a lion. Be it his hair, combed back, yet glossy like a Lion's mane or that steady and firm jaw. And his body, she wasn't even going to go there.

And his persona? It was stylish, confident and well-groomed.

Yet, he was just raw. And he reeked of power. You couldn't not notice him in a room.

He was so brave. That was one thing she would never deny. She saw it the day he saved her from those goons on the road, that horrifying experience at Mangalpur when he had put his life on the line for her and of course, today when he had picked up a gun and threatened to kill his very own father.

Infact, he was so brave that she thought sometimes that he was just downright stupid.

Those times when she didn't think it was stupid, she was too busy gawking at how sinfully hot he looked when he was angry.

Anyway.

He was brave and courageous, yes. She leaned against the window and watched his frame. He wasn't facing her and he looked defeated. That was a first, at least for her. Because the Asad she knew never looked like a lost puppy.

You see, she honestly believed that Mr.Khan wasn't a fighter. Nope, fighting didn't seem to be his style. He was too classy to fight with goons.

He preferred to finish them off stealthily even before they could blink.

The whole "public humiliation" ordeal wasn't even his thing.

But irrespective of his methods, Zoya knew that Asad never picked up a fight unless he had a really good reason.

But, she also knew that he was always willing to fight.

Willing to fight for someone who needed him, irrespective of whether he knew them or not. Simply because, Asad always wanted to do the "right thing".

Right thing, her foot.

His "right thing" attitude has resulted in his condition right now.

Sigh.

That reminded her that she intended to walk into the room with those biscuits and coffee. She didn't even know how long she was standing and watching him.

As she took a step forward she suddenly thought to herself, "Wait, Zoya! He sounds like a Lion!"

Yeah, he so did. When he spoke in general, it was always in that baritone of his. Calm, collected yet lethal.

And when he was angry? Gulp.

He growled. Like actually growled.

Bhopal must've started believing in the Twilight Saga after hearing Asad Ahmed Khan when he was angry! He sounded like one of your purr-fect werewolves, in fact. He could do the role! Actually-

Err. She was supposed to go into the room, no?

She softly went in through the window and sat beside him. Even if he had noticed her presence, he definitely didn't want to see her or speak to her.

She cleared her throat and offered him those biscuits. He shoved it away in an instant.

Being her persistent self, she offered the cup of coffee. She knew he wouldn't resist that!

And wrong she was.

She observed as the coffee stain spread on the floor. He wouldn't be happy about that stain at all.

She sighed in defeat, at least for the moment. And she looked straight at his face. His eyes were blank and he just looked like a lost child.

"Mister Khan?" she whispered.

If he had heard her at all, he made no move to acknowledge her.

"Look, Mister Khan. I know how you must be feeling right now be-"she broke off when he gave her a piercing stare.

"Have you ever been slapped on the face by your mother?" he said softly but she could hear the underlying fury.

"No." she said in a small voice.

Asad Ahmed Khan turned to look at Zoya Farooqui in the face.

"Then, Miss. Farooqui. You can't possibly understand how I feel! I'm saying this once. Leave me alone." He bit out.

She gave me him a look of utter despair and then gathered her bearings. She got up to leave and then suddenly stopped.

Sighing once, she decided to take a risk.

He was standing, with his back facing her.

She gently took a step forward and said, "I' I just want to help you."

"Why?" he said, his voice breaking.

"Why do you help me when I'm upset?" she questioned.

She saw his shoulders tense up at that question.

Everything was still at that moment. She could hear his shallow breathing.

"Well then' I'll answer that question after you answer mine." She said.

And taking one large leap of faith, she took two strides towards him and wrapped his arms around him.

She waited for the impact, she knew it would come. Be it his yelling or his death glares, she just wanted something. Something to show her that the old Asad, her Asad was in there. Somewhere inside this wounded puppy she couldn't identify as the mighty lion.

But it never came.

Instead, she felt his stiff shoulders relax, just slightly. And his posture became a little calmer.

Then she heard his tired whisper, "What are you doing, Zoya? Let me-"

Tightening her grip, she said, "Once, just for once, let's do a role-reversal. And I'll be Asad, you'll be Zoya. And I'll tell you to stop talking."

She didn't have to see his face to know that he was smiling.

And she felt like as if she were floating.

It was ridiculous actually, how much she wanted him to be happy.

She looked up from the hug to look at his now relaxed posture.

His back facing her right now was almost like his closed door to his room.

The door that he had closed so that no one would enter.

Thank God, she thought to herself that he had opened the window. Or else she would've never entered the room and she wouldn't have had the satisfaction of seeing him feel lighter.

She just sighed and continued to hug him, hoping that it was making a difference.

Little did Zoya know, that he opening the window tonight meant something far more significant.

Almost as if he knew that she would try to seek him, to relieve his pain.

But he couldn't open the doors. No. He wouldn't want anyone to see him suffering like this, to see his guard down.

Yet, Zoya's arms around him, her light breathing on his shoulder made his horrible day seem a tiny bit better.

Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

'Asad, you don't want her to leave you alone!' his mind told him.

He leaned back into the hug and thought to himself about how she had managed to break his walls.

When she whispered, "Feeling better?"

He couldn't trust himself to say anything coherent so he just muttered a "Yes."

He felt her smile and say "Okay." And instead of letting him go, she held onto him for just a while longer.

Little did he know, that how much ever he tried to lock all the doors, he would always end up leaving one window open. You could find that window quite easily, yes. But to break through it, that's an inhuman effort.

And today, he definitely didn't realize that Zoya Farooqui had broken through his window.

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