Asya SS Somewhere I Belong - Page 3

Chapter 4

A month later.

Zoya enters Ayan's cabin.

"Haye Rabart!"

Ayan throws the file away happily.

"Hi Mona darling aaj humari yaad kaise a gai?"

"Aaj Alisha nai ai... didn't want to have lunch alone so i am here i hope you don't mind." She winked.

"Of course not... betho... bhai jaan bhi abhi ate hoon ge."

Her eyes fall on the cage beside the French windows. She looks at Ayan stunned.

"Ayaan...birds?"

She runs towards them.

"Who in the world keep birds in his office?"

She said admiring the cute little birdies.

"If bhai jaan can keep fish in his office...why can't i keep birds?" he said innocently.

"But fish... leave it...OMG! they are so cute Rabart."

"You play with them...i'll call bhai jaan pta nai kaha reh gaye."

Ayan leaves.

Zoya caresses the little birds with her fingers when one of them bites her on her index finger. She pulls it back immediately and exclaims,

"Ouch!"

The very moment Asad enters the room and hears her cry and can't stop himself from rudhing towards her.

He held her hand in his. It was bleeding.

"Careful Zoya."

Zoya closes her eyes with pain.

"Come sit here." He makes her sit on the couch and himself starts searching for the first aid box.

He gently cleanses the wound. Zoya's hand involuntary grasps Asad's shoulder tightly due to the pain .

He tenderly rolls the bandage around her finger. Zoya's eyes were still closed.

"Open your eyes brave girl."

Zoya opens her eyes and finds Asad sitting in front of her on his toes. She immediately pulls back her hand from his shoulder blushing.

Asad smirks and teases her, "Why the blush?"

She loos here and there with the rosy red colour increasing.

Ayan enters with food in his hands.

"Oh bhai jaan aap idher hain aur mein aap ko har jaga dhoond raha tha."

Zoya pulls back her damaged hand from Asad's and Asad also stands up.

Ayan looks at her bandaged finger and asks worriedly,

"Ye kia hua?"

Asad replies instead. "Your uncivilized pets."

Pointing towards the cage.

"Oh ziada tu nai lagi?"

"Nai" Zoya replies timidly.

"Ku nai lagi...Khoon nikal aya tha" Asad said rather involuntary.

"Ab khoobsorat larkion ko dekh kar insaan dagmaga jate hain ye tu phir masoom se pirande hain." Ayan said winking.

"Anyways aap log shuru karo... i forgot the drinks... main abhi le kar aya."

Asad unpacks the food for both and then finds Zoya struggling with her food because of the bandage.

"Here... let me help you" he offers.

Zoya out of habit says, "I can handle."

"Even you know you can't, the wound is fresh it will hurt,"

He breaks a piece of sandwich and brings it near her mouth. Zoya eats it and in the process her lips touch Asad's fingers. They share a beautiful eye-lock. Zoya's cheeks burn crimson red.

Asad leaning against the window of his room gazes at the bright full moon. Zoya's voice echoes in his mind.

"I believe there is a girl out there for you. Whose pain will be your pain,..."

He remembers the day she was crying out her heart to him

" whose happiness will be your happiness...,"

He remembers the day she got her job.

" whose smiles will be your smiles..."

The memory of her smile when he said, "You look much better when you smile."

" and her sorrows will be your sorrows..."

He recalls him bandaging her damaged hand.

Zoya on her terrace, leaning against the railing, her eyes fixed on the moon and her thoughts on Asad.

She remembers all the moments spent with him.

"I am fine Mr. Khan i will manage."

"But i am not fine."

"I insist."

"You always do."

"Careful Zoya."

'why d ii feel so complete around him, so safe, so out of problems in life. He is like a protective shield, my safe heaven, my soul finds solace in him. Why? Ku?

Do i lo...'

She leaves her thoughts incomplete a sad smile on her face. She looks at her bandages finger.