"Allah miya! What's wrong with you Mr.Khan?" Zoya clapped her ears refusing to listen further.
"It's just a washroom, Miss Farooqi," replied Asad bemused at her harangued condition.
"Tanveer, she gets to use your washroom....you have no problem with her using...I mean a girl using yours..." Zoya fumed how to convey her anger at Asad for allowing Tanveer, his childhood friend become so accessible to him. But her using Mr. Jahanpannah Six Packs' washroom was the last straw for Zoya.
"There is no water coming in her washroom. It's just a temporary thing until the plumber comes and fixes the problem there. "He eyed her suspiciously wondering what Zoya had so much problem with. It was just a mere washroom for Allah's sake.
Hot fumes of burning coals lashed in her stomach as she remembered Asad never obliging her to use his washroom when she had needed it. His cold rebuttal at her had made her believe it was in his very nature to be so distant and cold. But whenever his Tanu comes in the scenario, his behavior altogether changes as if he is someone else. Someone caring, understanding and gentle. The coal burnt to ashes inside her as feelings of possessiveness engulfed her. She was done being the cold victim while Tanveer was to be the hot favorite of Mr. Khan.
"Well you know something Mr. Khan? You have very well labeled me as a nutcase who is good for nothing. But today you'll eat your words as I am going to repair Tanveer's washroom this very instant!" Zoya barged out of his room to make a dash for Tanveer's.
Asad eyed Zoya twirl and fly her ponytail before disappearing in a huff. He was puzzled at her outburst. He knew her to be a goofball but curiosity overtook him as he wanted a glimpse of Miss Farooqi's non-existent plumbering skills.
Zoya stared for a moment at the basins and started to work at the taps. There was no water coming out.
"Miss Farooqi," Asad has followed her inside Tanveer's washroom. "You can't fix this. Just leave them and come out."
Underestimation. He was wrong this time though. She knew very well how to fix this problem. No, not the plumber part exactly but water she was determined to bring back to Tanveer's washroom. Zoya plucked the tap with all the strength she could muster . The steel cap was in her hands & water oozed out of the open unguarded pipe below. A fountain of water gushed at them drenching them both.
"There you go, Mr. Khan!" Jubilant at her mission accomplished Zoya jumped in delight. She looked at Asad hoping to see some long sought appreciation in his eyes.
The sprinkling drops could not deter his gaze from Zoya as he saw water droplets clinging on her tresses, slowly tickling down her full cheeks and reaching her luscious soft pink lips. He wondered if someone was calling out his name but his mind was focused on that lone drop making its way along her moving throat. His insides churned as he was left craving a taste of the delight she offered.
"Mr. Khan? Mr. Khan?" Zoya was confused his blank state. He was not responding to her anymore but simply looking at her. Curbing her efforts to bring in his attention to her feat she quietly tried following his eye movement. Asad's eyelashes lowered and Zoya felt a deep shade of crimson coloring her cheeks as she finally realized his place of attention.
Asad couldn't help himself from staring at her bosom, her slightly heaving chest as she nervously moved now. The wet shirt hung on her body highlighting her perfect curves. Unable to resist further he slowly advanced towards a blushing and wet Miss Zoya Farooqi.
Zoya had her eyes lowered as she couldn't meet the force of his gaze. She sensed him advancing towards her slowly. Her breath got stuck mid-way in her throat. She was hell nervous and mildly irritated at the same time by his slow pace.
Finally he was standing only inches apart from her. She could feel his hot breath upon her cheeks. The drizzling drops of the still spraying water-fountain could not cool the tension of the moment they both felt.
Asad removed the water drops from his eyes as he wanted a clear view of Zoya's face. He was Amazed how he had gotten so close to her in few seconds. His mind warned him of the consequences but one look at her wet soft lips, half-parted in nervous anticipation he was all but melted.
Their lips brushed. It was the gentlest touch ever. Asad had never tasted such a sweet, moist thing before. Zoya's insides shook as light captured her mind until she was herself was floating in the air trying to soak in the light after what seemed like eons of darkness.
You are screwing this badly, Asad! His mind jolted as he gathered sense of his doing. Reluctantly he started to withdraw back from the kiss.
Zoya felt the light ebb away. Desperate to hold on some more she inhaled a large amount of air moving her lips further away.
Asad was on the brink of breaking the kiss but seeing Zoya's half-parted mouth , the monster inside him purred as he lashed his tongue inside her mouth to explore, taste, extract away every ounce of delight.
Zoya escaped a groan as she felt air being sucked out from inside her. Her knees wobbled at the impact. Trying to balance herself , she took hold of the only support she could find at close- Asad. Her hands went up to his sleek, glossy hair and finally she placed them around his neck.
It was their first ever kiss- magical & wet!
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