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Chor!
"Ayaan! Tum phirse khirke se aaye?! Now everyone knows that we meet each other, my ammi and yours, so why do you still sneak in like a chor? Can't you just come in through the door like a normal person?" Asad chided his younger brother. Ayaan looked on sheepishly before finally replying, "It's no fun to walk in through the door, climbing through the window makes it all the more exciting!"
In the meantime, Zoya walked by Asad's door as she made her way to her room. She glanced longingly at the door when something caught her eye and she gasped. She saw a shadow of someone at Asad's door, and the small built sure wasn't Asad's, she was sure of it. Who could it be?
"Allah miyan, Jahapanah ke room mein koi hai! It must be a chor, aaj alarm system bhi bandh hai. Main dekhti hoon!!" Zoya made a mental announcement to herself as she marched up to the door. When she reached there, she realized that Asad was talking to the supposed chor. She strained her ears to listen to the conversation, but she couldn't catch a word. And then immediately it struck her: "Zaroor woh Tanu hi Mr Khan ke room mein guss gayi hogi! And her Jammy keeps singing praises of how well-mannered and decent she is. Where's her manners gone now, barging into a man's room in the middle of the night? Well I'm going to go in too then, watch me Tanu dear!"
A seriously jealous Zoya began knocking furiously on the door. "Mr Khan? Mr Khan?" Her frowned deepened upon getting no response, and tried again, "MR KHAN???" She sighed, and then it struck her. She knew how to get in; she had done it before anyway. She walked back a few paces before readying herself for a short sprint towards the door.
On the other side of the door, Asad clutched his forehead and groaned as he heard Zoya's voice resonate in his ears. Ayaan chuckled and commented: "Aapki musibat aapko mubarak ho Bhaijaan! I'm outta here, have fun dealing with Mona darling my dear brother!" And before Asad could stop him, Ayaan winked at him and crept out of the window. Asad hadn't even turned back from the window properly when he saw from the corner of his eye that his door had been unceremoniously kicked open and Zoya was headed towards him at full speed.
Next thing he knew, he felt Zoya's body crash into his, and he fell back onto his green settee, with Zoya sprawled on top of him, across the length of his body. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he felt the ends of her hair tickling his face. When he did open his eyes, he realized that Zoya had just opened hers too... her big, beautiful, kohl-lined eyes. Asad found himself slowly drowning in them, as they both lay there in silence, eyes locked onto each other's.
Zoya swallowed hard as she burned under Asad's intense gaze. She shifted uncomfortably on top of him, and as soon as she did that, she felt Asad's arms come around her back, holding her still. She swallowed again. What was he doing?
Asad was annoyed. First she barges into his room and puts them in an awkward situation, and then now she's the one shifting around, acting like she didn't expect this to happen. Taking control of the situation, Asad tightened his hold of her and swung her around, so that she was below him now. One of his hands continued holding her shoulder, while his other one got stuck under her head, his fingers laced with her soft hair. He noticed that her hand was now clutching the fabric of his kurta at his shoulder blade as well. And she was breathing really hard. It was deja vu for sure.
Zoya broke out of the reverie first, and she removed her hand from his shoulder, clutching his biceps instead to support herself as she tried to get up. To her shock, Asad used his strength to move her back down again. She gasped, "Allah miyan, what's wrong with you Mr Khan?"
Zoya struggled against him once again, trying to throw off the arm which was locking her down. Asad didn't allow it once again, and this time he slowly shook his head at her, indicating that she should stop trying. Zoya took in a deep breath and finally stilled. She closed her eyes as she felt Asad's warm breath on her face.
"Aap mere kamre mein kya kar rahi ho?" Asad whispered to Zoya, who simply sighed in an almost content manner before fluttering her eyes open. "Woh...Tanu..." Zoya replied breathlessly, unable to collect her thoughts as her Jahapanah stared deep into her eyes. "Kya? Tanu ko kya hua?" Asad asked her. She then shook her head vigorously to come back to her senses, before quickly announcing, "Nahi! I mean, there's a chor in the house! I saw with my own two eyes!" She averted her eyes from Asad's when she said that, hoping that Asad didn't catch her gaffe.
"Miss Farooqui, yahan koi nahi hai," Asad replied calmly, a small smile playing at his lips as he realized Zoya was jealous once again. Zoya, momentarily mesmerized by his almost formed dimples, simply didn't reply. Asad moved his hand away from her shoulder to trace her face. He ran a finger down the side of her cheek before resting it there. He moved his head closer to hers, and she found her heart beating faster and faster. "Mr Khan..." Zoya began to say, but she was silenced when she felt Asad's lips kiss her on her other cheek, just shy of her lips.
"Goodnight Miss Farooqui, ab aap apne kamre mein jaake so jaye. Yahan chor nahi hai, aur Tanu bhi nahi hai," Asad said, keeping the calm smile on his face. As he spoke, his breath washed over her face again, and she blushed crimson upon realizing he had caught her being jealous again. She quickly moved away from under him, when she realized he wasn't trying to hold her down anymore. Caught unaware, Asad had no choice but to let her go this time. He got up as well and stood behind her. Zoya just turned around and glanced at Asad once more before rushing out of his room and closing the door behind her. She leaned against his door, and put her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself and catch her breath.
Asad continued standing there, staring at the door. He could see that Zoya was leaning against his door; her outline was clear on it. What was she doing? More importantly, what did he just do?! He frowned and closed his eyes, before using his fingers to massage his forehead and collect his thoughts.
Zoya, once calm, started thinking deeply. A big grin suddenly appeared on her face. Zoya Farooqui had an idea.
On the other side, Asad continued to massage his head, eyes closed, when suddenly he heard his door burst open again. Next thing he knew, he was sprawled on his settee again, Miss Farooqui lying on top of him and grinning widely at him. He found himself distracted by her beautiful dimple, and almost moved his hand towards it to touch it, when Zoya surprised him. She leaned into him, her lips close to his.
"Mr Khan, aap toh goodnight kiss bhi dena nahi jaante!" Zoya whispered, before closing the gap between their lips. Asad found himself smiling against her lips as they kissed, softly but passionately. When they finally broke the kiss, Asad had a smug smile plastered on his face, confusing Zoya. Asad simply shrugged and whispered, "Ab toh mujhe Asad kehke pukaaro!"
The End! (:
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