Same day, eveningZoya walked through the gates of Khan Mansion, hands full of shopping bags. Today, she had done lots of shopping in Bhopal. Oh and food! She had pleased her taste buds with the mouth-watering food of India. Her Aapi had warned her on phone not to eat too much outside food. Zoya mentally cringed. She had tried so many snacks in one day. "I hope I don't fall sick. Anyways, I tried to eat only at shops that looked relatively hygienic. Aapi worries too much about me"
Immersed in these thoughts, Zoya walked too near to the potted plants near the main door.
"Ahh!" Her foot hit one of the pots and got wedged between it and another pot, forcing Zoya head first to the ground. Her hands came forward and palms pushed onto the hard concrete ground to collect the impact of the fall to save the rest of her body. "Allah Miya! What's wrong with me? How did I not see the plants?" Standing up, she bent to recollect the shopping bags that had dropped from the hands, but the moment her palms held onto the handles of the carrier bags, she winced. Zoya's hands had been bruised badly from the friction against the concrete floor when she fell.
"Oh no.. Now how will I hold anything... Was one injury not enough that I had to be awarded with this too? " She sighed.
Just then, Asad drove in his car and got out. His eyes fell on Zoya and his lips lifted in a small approving smile. She was in blue today. The colour suit her well. Once his assessment of her appearance finished, he finally noticed that she was looking at her palms, expression sullen.
Asad quickly reached her and took her hands in his, examining the bruises. He blew air slowly onto the palms, trying to ease her pain. Zoya's eyes widened with shock. Since when did Mr. Khan take care of others? As she was not in a position to pinch herself, she blinked rapidly a few times to assure herself it was a reality. "Mr. Khan..."
But she was interrupted. " What is this! If you can't take care of yourself then why do you go alone? Now come with me!" With that, he dragged her by her arm into the living room. Once again, the first aid box was put to use on Zoya, but this time round it was Mr Khan taking care of her, although he didn't miss scolding Zoya for her careless ways. When we was done, he looked up to see Zoya staring at him in confusion and without a word, he stood up and walked away to his room.
"Mujhe thanks bhi nahi kehne diya..."
Zoya went to Najma's room, intending to ask for help. The two girls had bonded well this morning and as Dilshad had predicted, they had become close friends fast, depite just knowing each other. They had talked for hours before Najma finally had to leave for college and Zoya had thus gone shopping.
Zoya knocked on Najma's room door. "Najma?" No answer came from behind the door. She called once more, again to be met with silence. Then she remembered. Today Phoopi and Najma were going to meet some relatives after Najma's classes ended. They would not be back soon.
She decided she would ask Najma to help pick up her shopping bags from outside later when they were back. "Till then, I shall go have a bath. Im sweating from head to toe! India is just too hot!"
As she was not used to it yet, Zoya forgot that she could not touch anything right now since her hand was injured. She held the door handle of the bathroom and turned it to push open the door.
"AHH! Ouch Ouch ouch!" She jumped in pain. Being the dramatic girl she is, she screamed louder than required. This caught on Asad's attention, who was just passing by her room to go into the kitchen. He rushed into the room and saw Zoya clutching her hand. "What happened?"
"Oh ermmm...Nothing. I was just going to bathe but forgot I couldn't touch anything, let alone open the door."
Asad pushed the bathroom door open and walked in. In a few minutes, he had the tub filled with lukewarm water. "Zoya. I've filled the tub. You can have your bath now."
"Thanks Mr. Khan"
"Although it would be useless," thought Zoya, " I won't even be able to remove my clothes." She gave Mr. Khan a smile and waited for him to leave the room. But this problem had crossed his mind too. Asad looked at Zoya and grinned. She was taken aback. "Don't tell me he intends to join me in there. Unka koi bharosa nahi..."
Asad moves up close to Zoya. "Come on... Let's get you in that tub. Though I don't mind you sweaty" He gave that lopsided grin again. Zoya hated that grin. It was his weapon, whether he knew that or not, she did not know. That grin made her knees feel weak and she lost herself in his eyes. It had the power to declare her grey matter dysfunctional. She nodded at his words, which surprised him. He had been waiting for her protest.
"Turn around," he ordered. Zoya obeyed, trembling slightly. Carefully, he lifted her blouse off her and tossed it to the corner. A sudden wave of self-consciousness hit Zoya, but she pushed it down. She watched the material hit the floor as his hands slid over her arms. Zoya had been wearing a vest inside, but even with that piece of clothing covering her body trunk, she felt fully naked in front of this man. No. Not man. He was a creature descended from sweet heavens to torture her to death.
Slowly, Asad moved his hands up until it reached her shoulders and his fingers drifted under the straps of her vest.. After his fingers lingered for a few more moments there, he dropped his hands back down to his sides, seeming to have decided against his move. Zoya realized she had stopped breathing , and she tried to recover her breath. Her body seemed to react against her brain's orders, as she lifted her leaned back towards towards him a little, missing his touch already.
Asad laughed quietly. "You're a greedy little thing tonight, aren't you?" Zoya couldn't answer. She was too lost in the feeling for his fingers, which had moved back up to the back of her neck, caressing the soft skin there. Then suddenly he turned her around and gazed into her eyes. She felt his fingers on the waitband of the jeans, and next thing she knew, he had unbuttoned it and pulled it down. But his eyes had never once left hers in the process. Her felt her body covered in good bumps and shivered slightly, which brought an amused grin to Asad's face. He could tell that although she was uncomfortable, she was highly aroused at this point. His subconsciousness probed him why had he not looked at her full form, now that her lower half was very barely covered in her thin satin panties. From the mere view of her shoulders, Asad's breath was taken away, and that was a first for him. Zoya's beauty was incomparable to that of other woman he had ever laid his eyes upon, he was sure of that. Despite his experience in this department, he felt something different here. He could not move his eyes away from hers. The sexual tension in the room had been intensified to great intensity.
"Go have your bath," he said in a low husky voice, and with that, he left the room. Zoya relaxed her shoulders in relief. She was glad he didn't behave inappropriately. But yet, she felt a pang of disappointment. Why did she want him here?...
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