ASYA OS Crossing Avenues - Page 2

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well originally the os has ended but i have drafted a part 2 only on your request esp Fimmy AsyaManic giee -gladiolus- dewdrops27 Aditi_sweetie Gurmeet4Drashti ... will update soon.😉

That was the end of the Os but am writing this part totally on your request.

Come on give me loads of thanks, hugs and muahs.

I myself love experimenting with these different versions of Asya.

Part 2 (Requested)

'Put a big, broad, honest-to-god smile on your face; throw back your shoulders; take a good deep breath and sing a snatch of a song. If you cant sing , whistle. If you cant whistle, hum. You will quickly discover that its physically impossible to remain blue or depressed while you are acting out symptoms of being radiantly happy.'

A big, warm smile brightens up her face as she read his message.

This man was becoming her habit, good or bad? She had no idea. He had become her centre of attention for the last week. She felt like a teenager, her heart drumming with beats she had never heard or felt. The purple thoughts never left her worrying.

And now was the day she was going to be his date.

Her room was a total mess, brimming with clothes, shoes and accessories. A girl who never took more than a minute to decide what to wear was locked up in an unknown confusion, unable to decide.

"Allah... what's wrong with me?"

Finally she was there. Asad was waiting for her outside the restaurant. Both catch a glimpse of each other through the shoving crowd and smile. She starts crossing the avenue as soon as the traffic thins. She was just three yards away from him when he sees a fast car rushing towards her.

"Zoyaaa!" He yelled.

She looks at the approaching car horrified. She lost all her senses as to what to do. Suddenly she feels a strong grip on her arm as she was pulled towards safety. The car passes just a fraction of a second later.

Both almost hug each other, breathless, panting badly, their heart beats audible.

Zoya looks at him horror-struck.

"Relax... its gone... you are fine."

He said through his breath.

A while passes he tries levelling his breath.

"Are you always this careless while crossing?"

Zoya's eyes well up with tears. She looks away breaking away from the hug.

Asad realises this and rushes towards her.

"I mean i could have lost you... i ...i would have gone crazy." He said desperation clear in his voice.

She looks at him in disbelief and says timidly, "I am sorry."

"Promise me you are gonna be careful next time."

She nods.

He offers his handkerchief for her to clear away the tears and both make their way inside.

He guides her to the spot reserved for them. It was an open air restaurant on the roof top of a huge five star hotel with the beautiful and breath-taking view of mountains behind.

She was wearing a russet coloured tunic on black jeans.

"This colour suits you a lot." He complemented.

"I know."

"That's modest."

She looks around at the few couples and gives Asad a weird look.

"Asad... this place looks like a lover's rendezvous."

He rises an eye brow, "This place is a lover's ron-deh-voh(rendezvous) because you are on a date... if you remember."

"Aren't dates supposed to be fun... these guys are like... lost into each other."

"No darling dates are supposed to be romantic, you can't play musical chairs or fire crackers... you know."

She gives him a sick look.

"I know that... but what are we going to do?... stare into each other's eyes?...i mean all of them look like zombies on a date."

Asad laughs.

"Of course if you don't want to stare we can do something else..." He said cheekily.

Zoya gave him a dirty look but then said, "Something like?"

Asad thought to himself oh so she wants to play on... good.

"Something like..."

"Like?"

He got up and slumped on the loveseat beside her, mere inches away from her. He neared her until both could feel each other's breath. Zoya's cheeks flushed crimson red as she stared into his deep brown eyes, heart thumping. He stared back.

He almost whispers, "Like..." he neared her more. A slight movement and their lips would have brushed against each other.

"Like... saying nice things about each other." He said slamming his back with the back support, trying hard to control his laughter.

"What?" Zoya said baffled.

"What did you think?" he teased her. "Come on start."

He holds her right hand in his while his left arm rests on the back support behind her. His face towards her, fully attentive.

She could feel her pulse rate shooting on his touch, on the proximity. She still manages to say,

"I could say nice things about you but i'd rather tell the truth."

He smirked, she was so not easy a competitor.

"And the truth is...?"

"the truth is your head piece is out of order."

"And?"

"And you've got sick jokes."

"And?"

"And you are way over the top about yourself."

"And?"

"And even with all these shortcomings... i still like you."

She sighs heavily. He couldn't help but smile.

"Your turn gentleman."

He smirks, "My turn... hmmm. Nice things or truth?"

"Truth."

"Well the truth is... I've gone crazy for you."

She looks at him stunned.

"And?" she almost whispers.

"And that i can't think of a life without you."

"nd..."

"And that i am going to propose you right here and now even if you stab me with this knife here."

"Rrreally?" she gawked at him.

"No i was just joking." He said sarcastically. "of course... look i know its hard to believe that a dazzler and stunner like Asad Ahmad Khan has gone head over heels in love with a psychopath... people should mark their calendars... it's a threat less on them after all." He said thoughtfully.

Zoya gave him a dirty look and punched hard on his biceps which obviously made no difference. He hald the same hand in his and takes out a beautiful bracelet from his pocket. He tenderly slides it in her wrist. Zoya gazes at it blushing.

"I am glad your dad's wish for a handsome, established and well-qualified son-in-law will finally be fulfilled. Won't you say anything?... oh i see you still can't believe that you have been proposed by the most eligible bachelor of the town... i completely understand." He said artificially sympathising.

"You are crazy."

"That means a yes... by the way thank you for the complement."

Zoya looked at his with teary eyes half smiling.

"Don't cry... i only keep one handkerchief and you have already used it."

Zoya laughs in between her tears, "So start keeping two now."

"Are you that week... emotionally?"

"No... you will need two for yourself... because i am ganna make you cry a lot."

"I'll still rather have you more than anyone else in this world."

There were no combination of 26 alphabets which could describe her feelings at the moment.

Asad embraces her in a hug, both under a spell of engulfing and captivating sentiments, we call love,.

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Gosh i never expected this . Proposal ...wow.. This AAK is not Akdu . he very well knew what he want from his life . his zoe... loved it . keep writing . nd plz do pm me .

Hayeee ... This was lovely! I loved the concept u based it on! Lol .. yh doze off; m doin the same now.. u need that energy reserve to write more.

This was really sweet 😃

loved it and thanks for the PM

You have to continue this - he asked her on a date i want to know what happens next. Lol what can i say i'm greedy for more ;)

Wow that was sooo good and if u update which I really hope u do please PM me then :):):)

Another sweet and cute part.makes me want to read more..thnx for the pm