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Hey QHians! đ
This is my first ever OS for Asya, I got this idea when the pictures of the super close Asya fall scene came out and I was disappointed how short tthe scene was mostly filled with Billo and Mr.DB with dolly in the background!
So I Re-wrote this scene according how I would have liked for it to play out.
OK so I imagined that Billo, Mr.DB and dolly were not there at all and this is how the scene plays out đ
The song I chose for the background is:
Mat Aazma Re from Murder 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f85c6kZ9H6g
You can listen to it while you read this đ
Hope u guys like this!
This is my first ever OS for Asya, I got this idea when the pictures of the super close Asya fall scene came out and I was disappointed how short tthe scene was mostly filled with Billo and Mr.DB with dolly in the background!
So I Re-wrote this scene according how I would have liked for it to play out.
OK so I imagined that Billo, Mr.DB and dolly were not there at all and this is how the scene plays out đ
The song I chose for the background is:
Mat Aazma Re from Murder 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f85c6kZ9H6g
You can listen to it while you read this đ
Hope u guys like this!
| Mat Aazma Re |
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The stars twinkled across the clear night sky, the full moon shining brightly as small shapeless clouds fluttered across. The night was silent and peaceful, not a sign of disturbance around. The wind howled blowing strongly over Bhopal, the trees swayed along the harsh wind carrying leaves and dust.
It seemed like a peacefully romantic night.
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An eerie silence was spread out throughout the Khan Villa, all the occupants of the house fast asleep in their own respective rooms except two people who were unable to get a wink of sleep. After all the drama that happened eariler in the day how could they?
One woman sat in the living room quietly chatting away on the phone while another man paced around the bedroom nearly digging a hole on the floor. He halted to a stop, sighing and rubbing his forehead before grabbing his laptop on his table and marching out the door.
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"Mr.Khan aap itne impossible type ke admi kyun hai? Aap meri baat kyun nahi mante!"
Her wide doe eyes glared at him angrily, why was he always so stubborn! It was a good plan and most efficient way to fool the immigration officier. It wasn't as if she had actually asked him to get engaged, she only suggested that they pretend to be like a couple in love and get engaged for a few days until she got her visa. Anyway, it was HIS brilliant idea so why couldnt he follow it up?
"Kyunki aap hamesha stupid baatein karti rehti hai!" He retorted back irritatedly, was she crazy? He had a hard time as it is just by standing in front of her and controlling his stupid emotions and here she was ignorantly suggesting for them to act like two people in love.
And risk actually falling deeper in love with you?
Never. He was not going to risk that at all. He already dug his grave by annoucing their fake engagement. He couldn't believe how impulsive he had been. He, Asad Ahmed Khan, a man of principles, righteousness and honesty had said such a huge lie that could have gotten him into some serious legal trouble, all for this crazy woman standing infront of him. And it wasn't the first time, lately he had begun to lie quite a bit and he couldn't stop himself either. He had no other way, just to keep her from leaving he kept on doing and saying things that went totally against his character.
Asad wasnt a man who acted on impulse. He thought things through, planned it out and then decided the perfect course of action. But all his logic and reasoning went out the window when he saw her being dragged out of his house and more importantly out of his life never to be seen again. Within a few minutes he made up his mind and told one most important lie in his life.
"Aapko pata bhi hai apki iss jhooti sagai ke wajah se hum kitni musibat main hai?"
That was another lie. It wasn't any of her fault, she wasn't the one who announced their engagement but he needed any reason to stop this and end it somehow. If it was by blaming and pushing her away then so be it. He wasn't going to pretend, he just couldn't.
"Listen Mr.Khan" She cocked her head sideways, her eyebrows raising up "Yeh sagai wala super smart idea apne diya tha. Yeh sagai wali baat apne kiya tha maine nahi"
He blinked at her, unable to form a proper defense at her accusation. What could he say? He had said everything infront of everyone, he couldn't even deny it. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from her accusing eyes, she was too blunt for her own good. What did she expect him to say? That he lied juat because he couldnt let her go anymore. He couldn't bare the thought of her leaving him and it literally left a gaping hole in his life if she was gone.
"By the way, Koi Bhi insaan aisa nahi kehta unless wo wakai hi aisa chatha ho toh" She ended her rant and puffed out her cheeks before turning her face away in a haughty manner, He wasn't the kind of man who would propose such an idea so carelessly and somewhere in the back of her mind she felt there was more to this drama than they both let on. She just wanted him to admit it. Why couldn't he just say it!
That seemed to snap him out of his train of thoughts and he incredulously stared her down, throughly confused by why she even implied such a thing.
"Are you mad? Apko kya lagta hai main apse sagai karna chatha hoon?" Disbelief and sarcasm coated his words, though her observation wasn't quite far from the truth. But no way was he going to admit it.
She whipped her head around towards him, Was he implying that she wanted to him to be engaged to her?
"Toh apko kya lagta hai ki main aapse sagai karna chathi hoon?!" Her lips curled up into a mocking smile and she laughed throwing her hands in the air "Of course! Main toh marre jaa rahi hoon apse sagai karne ke liye! Apke pairon pe gi- Oh!!"
Her feet twisted in an awkward angle pushing her entire body backwards, fear coursed throughout her body immediately kicking her body into action. Zoya quickly grabbed onto Asad automatically as quick as his right hand wrapped itself around her back and his left hand grabbed her wirst to pull her forward.
Mat aazma re, phir se bula re,
Apna bana le hoon beqaraar
A jolt of electricity rushed through their bodies at the sudden contact. Her soft and warm body fitted perfectly in his arms, his fingers ached to run themselves down her back and his body uncontrollably pulled her an inch closer. Her honey brown eyes clashed against his baby blues and they both were swept away from reality into a world of their own.
Tujhko hi chaha dil hai ye karta
Aa betahasa tujhse hi pyaar
It was like diving into an ocean, wide and wast space that provided her with a sense of security and endless care. His eyes pulled her deeper into an unknown and uncontrolable desire, it send a bolt of excitement mixed with uncertainty and fear. Zoya often, more like always thought that she could spend the rest of her life being held in his arms and gazing into his eyes.
Hasratein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Her eyes trailed down the contour of his face as he gazed at her, his face was craved from stone. It was sculpted to prefection, his long nose that flared when he was mad or frustrated, his cheekbones that she wanted to caress and those lips. Her fingers twitched within his hold wanting to touch his face, an urge desperately began to inside her to touch him just once. To feel each line, each texture of his face.
Khwaishein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
He had gone from an Chauvinistic, backward minded and egoistic man to someone who had become her pillar of strenght, a man whom she trusted more than anyone else and made her feel emotions that she never felt before.
Unconsciously, Zoya had made him the center of her universe, his every word and action held such importance for her that she was utterly confused why it mattered so much. He made it clear she was nothing more than a musibat so what urged her to hope for more?
Chahatein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Zoya immediately moved her sight from his lips back to his eyes, her breathing quickening and a sense of restlessness rushing through her body. Her mind was jumbled up with too many thoughts.
Blue eyes pierced down at her knowingly, she swallowed feeling the nervousness double in the pit of her stomach. Why was he looking at her like that? Why was he so confusing? At one moment he was so frustrating and acted as if he would be anywhere else but near her and the next moment he would be protecting from all troubles in his own annoyingly sweet manner and making her believe that he really cared. Everytime she thinks she understands him, he throws a bouncer at her and sends her into a fit of anger and hurt.
Mannatein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Ya Allah, but how much she desired for him to just tell her or show her he truly cared once and for all. She gripped onto his waist more tightly, her heart pounding loudly against her ribcage. She was going insane!
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Asad found himself lost.
It always happened when she was in his arms.
Those eyes held a world of emotions, most of the time it was lightened up brightly with happiness but he was the only one who had seen the utter despair and heart wrenching pain in those eyes in the form of tears. It was rightly said that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul and it fit aptly for Miss.Farooqui. Her eyes said a lot more to him than she would let on, he could read her so easily but her words and actions left him utterly confused. She pushed and forced her way into his life, always orbiting around him and effortlessly getting his full attention with her silly antics and sometimes even without them.
Hum zaar zaar rote hain
Khud se khafa bhi hote hain
He knew they were growing increasingly attracted towards each other. There was an undeniable pull between them,it tortured her as much it tortured him but he was too afraid to take a step forward. Not just for her but for himself, he was in a turmoil regarding what she felt. She was such a confused ladki, flip-flopping with her decisions and driving him up the wall with her craziness.
Hum ye pehle kyun na samje tum fakat mere
However, recently he found himself facing his feelings and uncovering the layers of his heart more often than neccesary. Suddenly, He blinked wakening from his dreamy state as her hands slipped around his waist and she squirmed to pull herself away. He swallowed the bitter sense of disappointment at her reaction.
He should have just stopped thinking such nonsense thoughts and kept her away. This was getting out of hand now, his mother had just given him an engagement ring that she had made for his future wife and expected him to put it in Zoya's hand tomorrow. He couldn't even fathom how he felt at that moment, a whirlwind of emotions churned inside his mind and heart but surprisingly he felt happy despite his inner turmoil. His mother actually approved of Zoya as a prospective bride for him and he could actually imagine himself getting engaged to Miss.Musibat.
Dil ka karar khote hain
Kahan chain se bhi sote hain
Humne dil me kyun bichhaye shaq ye gehre
But what was all this approval and happiness for? A fake engagement, a game played by them? No. He would not allow that, he can never disrespect such a precious event, a paak rasam and treat it like a game. If he ever planned on getting engaged it would be for all the right reasons and to spend the rest of his life with her and not for a few days of drama. This wasn't how he wished for it happen, though inwardly he enjoyed her loving and dutiful fiancee act, more so than often fell for this act and found himself imagining them as an actual couple but his bubble of happiness was usually burst by her.
"Kya aap mujhse sagai karna chathi hai?"
"Jii!"
His lips curled up into a gentle smile and his eyes softened.
"Jii...Jii nahi!"
And it was gone.
A fear gripped him and cold reality washed over him, Did this even affect her as much as it did him? Was this nothing more than a game for her? Was she even serious about this? Such thoughts plagued his mind, twisting and turning into more and more doubts feeding his insecurity regarding their relationship.
Hasratein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Kwaishein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
The uncontrollably growing smile on his face dimmed, his expression turning grim at the sudden turn of his thoughts. He watched her closely considering they were pretty close, Her pink glossy lips parted ever so slightly to inhale deeply and in a split second his eyes moved to her cupid bow lips and he wondered how they would taste. Her mouth that never seemed to stay closed and always opened to irritate the hell out of him. Her lips which always formed into a beautiful grin digging deep into her cheeks to form her so called killer dimples. The same dimples that nowadays managed to melt his pathar dil like a candle.
Chahatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo
Mannatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo
Her smile seemed to have become his world, day or night, her smile seemed to haunt him. He found himself smiling and even laughing at her silliness, her every smile brightened his day and he wanted nothing more than to have her by his side always smiling. Thus he made up his mind, his eyes darkening into a darker shade if blue, he tightened his grip on her wrist into a iron hold.
Tere hi khwaab dekhna
Teri hi raah taakna
He needed to know.
Tere hi vaaste hi hai meri har wafa
Once and for all.
Teri hi baat sochna,
Teri hi yaad odhna
Tere hi vaaste hai meri har duaa
Within a fraction of a minute, his hand on her back pushed her forward and his other hand wrapped around her wrist pulling her body flush against him. She gasped in surprise, her fingers grasping the collar of his shirt as she tried for her knees to not buckle underneath this overwhelming flood of emotions. Her nose brushed up against his and they both became acutely aware of how dangerously close they were to each other. Through the material of clothing separating them she could feel his six pack abs pressed up against her stomach and the warm ticklish feeling growing from her side where his hand gripped her.
His breath brushed against her dry lips forcing her to inhale deeply in his musky spice cologne invaded her senses and she shivered at the warmth of his body. His eyes narrowed at her reaction, lips quirked up in slight satisfaction and curiousity, making up his mind to test her further. He gently allowed his hand which held her wrist to trail down her arm leaving a trail of goosebumps. Heat burst forth from her chest, warm blood rushing quickly up her neck and filling her cheeks in a pinkish hue.
Tera hi saath maangna
Teri hi baah thaamna
"Mr- Mr.Kha-..." She stammered trying to form a proper sentence but she could barely breathe, speak or swallow due to her own painfully thudding heartbeat. After a long time, Zoya farooqui was rendered speechless. Instead she focused on trying to push herself away from him.
"Allah Miyaa, what's wrong with you Mr.Khan?!" She asked horrified when he pulled her more firmly and trapped her in his arms, what was wrong with this man! Just a few moments he was ready to throw her out of the living room and now he wouldn't let her go at all. And it made her very uncomfortable just how much her own body refused to listen to her and was nearly melting in his arms.
Mujhe jaana nahi kahin tere bina
Tu mujhse phir na roothna
He clenched his jaw irritatedly and tightened his grip around her waist, crushing her against him as he stared down at her face. She paused her struggling at once and peered back up at him through her long black lashes, her brown eyes glazed over for a moment as she let herself be lost in those oceanic blue eyes. Their soft breathes intermingled, they had never been this close to each other before, they could strongly feel every place their bodies touched. Heartbeats quickening at the same pace in rhythm to each others heart. Her chest heaved up and down gently slowing down her breathlessness and erractic heartbeat.
Kabhi kahin na chhootna
Mera koi nahi yahaan tere siva
"Kya aap wakai mujhse pyaar karne ke liye tayaar hai?" He whispered huskily but his voice was confident and clear, he wanted an answer and she wasn't leaving anywhere until he got it.
Zoya's eyes widened in shock, She tried hard to comphrend the expression on his face. That question was far too similar to the one he asked her earlier in the morning except... He seemed far too serious now.
"Haan... K-Kyun nahi?" She drew in a sharp breath! at the intense look he gave her, stiffening slightly when their noses brushed up against each other. His lips quirked up into a victorious smirk and he waited for her to finish.
"I-I mean agar.. agar humhe i-iss musibat se bahar aana hai toh yeh karna hi padega Mr.Khan! Aap hi ne yeh sab shuru kiya tha na, It was your super smart idea remember?!" She kept on rambling nervously, her fingers twisting his collar and her grip on his waist losening.
Hasratein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo.
In a split second, the arms embracing her released, the warmth was replaced by cold seeping through her clothes. She stumbled back, her eyes never leaving his. Asad tilted his head sideways, his lips forming into a thin line, so that was her answer.
"Okay Miss.Farooqui, Aap theek keh rahi hai" He nodded turning away from her to clench his hands into fists. If this was how it was going to be then he had made up his mind as to what he should do next.
"HUH?" Zoya exclaimed loudly, staring at him as if he spoke chinese to her. Had she heard right? Mr.Asad Ahmed Khan actually agreed with her?
"What?"
"Im sure aap behari nahi hai, Miss.Farooqui" He snapped back.
"Really?" She asked disbelievingly, he had never agreed with her even once till now. Not even on the smallest of things so why did he suddenly agree to this? Kuch toh hua hai iss Jahapanaha ke dimag ko.
He turned towards her, taking one long step closer to her yet again invading her personal bubble. He held her in place with his eyes pinned to hers, she did nothing but look up at him holding in her breath.
"Yes. Dekhte hai aap kaise apne iss super smart idea ko excute karegi" He replied sarcastically. He stood there just a few seconds longer gazing into her eyes before walking away swiftly.
She was left staring after his retreating form with a perplexed expression. Her breathing came out in shallow breathes, heart beat thudding loudly against her rib cage and her entire body feeling far too hot in this cold weather.
Chahatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo.
Was that a challenge in his eyes?
Dekhte hai Miss.Farooqui, aap kitni der tak mere saath sirf pyar natak kar paogi.
"Allah Miyaa, Whats wrong with me?"
Mannatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karooo...
The cold wind blew her hair across her face, chill spreading through her body making her shiver, she wrapped her arm across her waist gripping the same area his hand had held her just moments back.
It still felt very warm.
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The stars twinkled across the clear night sky, the full moon shining brightly as small shapeless clouds fluttered across. The night was silent and peaceful, not a sign of disturbance around. The wind howled blowing strongly over Bhopal, the trees swayed along the harsh wind carrying leaves and dust.
It seemed like a peacefully romantic night.
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An eerie silence was spread out throughout the Khan Villa, all the occupants of the house fast asleep in their own respective rooms except two people who were unable to get a wink of sleep. After all the drama that happened eariler in the day how could they?
One woman sat in the living room quietly chatting away on the phone while another man paced around the bedroom nearly digging a hole on the floor. He halted to a stop, sighing and rubbing his forehead before grabbing his laptop on his table and marching out the door.
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"Mr.Khan aap itne impossible type ke admi kyun hai? Aap meri baat kyun nahi mante!"
Her wide doe eyes glared at him angrily, why was he always so stubborn! It was a good plan and most efficient way to fool the immigration officier. It wasn't as if she had actually asked him to get engaged, she only suggested that they pretend to be like a couple in love and get engaged for a few days until she got her visa. Anyway, it was HIS brilliant idea so why couldnt he follow it up?
"Kyunki aap hamesha stupid baatein karti rehti hai!" He retorted back irritatedly, was she crazy? He had a hard time as it is just by standing in front of her and controlling his stupid emotions and here she was ignorantly suggesting for them to act like two people in love.
And risk actually falling deeper in love with you?
Never. He was not going to risk that at all. He already dug his grave by annoucing their fake engagement. He couldn't believe how impulsive he had been. He, Asad Ahmed Khan, a man of principles, righteousness and honesty had said such a huge lie that could have gotten him into some serious legal trouble, all for this crazy woman standing infront of him. And it wasn't the first time, lately he had begun to lie quite a bit and he couldn't stop himself either. He had no other way, just to keep her from leaving he kept on doing and saying things that went totally against his character.
Asad wasnt a man who acted on impulse. He thought things through, planned it out and then decided the perfect course of action. But all his logic and reasoning went out the window when he saw her being dragged out of his house and more importantly out of his life never to be seen again. Within a few minutes he made up his mind and told one most important lie in his life.
"Aapko pata bhi hai apki iss jhooti sagai ke wajah se hum kitni musibat main hai?"
That was another lie. It wasn't any of her fault, she wasn't the one who announced their engagement but he needed any reason to stop this and end it somehow. If it was by blaming and pushing her away then so be it. He wasn't going to pretend, he just couldn't.
"Listen Mr.Khan" She cocked her head sideways, her eyebrows raising up "Yeh sagai wala super smart idea apne diya tha. Yeh sagai wali baat apne kiya tha maine nahi"
He blinked at her, unable to form a proper defense at her accusation. What could he say? He had said everything infront of everyone, he couldn't even deny it. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from her accusing eyes, she was too blunt for her own good. What did she expect him to say? That he lied juat because he couldnt let her go anymore. He couldn't bare the thought of her leaving him and it literally left a gaping hole in his life if she was gone.
"By the way, Koi Bhi insaan aisa nahi kehta unless wo wakai hi aisa chatha ho toh" She ended her rant and puffed out her cheeks before turning her face away in a haughty manner, He wasn't the kind of man who would propose such an idea so carelessly and somewhere in the back of her mind she felt there was more to this drama than they both let on. She just wanted him to admit it. Why couldn't he just say it!
That seemed to snap him out of his train of thoughts and he incredulously stared her down, throughly confused by why she even implied such a thing.
"Are you mad? Apko kya lagta hai main apse sagai karna chatha hoon?" Disbelief and sarcasm coated his words, though her observation wasn't quite far from the truth. But no way was he going to admit it.
She whipped her head around towards him, Was he implying that she wanted to him to be engaged to her?
"Toh apko kya lagta hai ki main aapse sagai karna chathi hoon?!" Her lips curled up into a mocking smile and she laughed throwing her hands in the air "Of course! Main toh marre jaa rahi hoon apse sagai karne ke liye! Apke pairon pe gi- Oh!!"
Her feet twisted in an awkward angle pushing her entire body backwards, fear coursed throughout her body immediately kicking her body into action. Zoya quickly grabbed onto Asad automatically as quick as his right hand wrapped itself around her back and his left hand grabbed her wirst to pull her forward.
Mat aazma re, phir se bula re,
Apna bana le hoon beqaraar
A jolt of electricity rushed through their bodies at the sudden contact. Her soft and warm body fitted perfectly in his arms, his fingers ached to run themselves down her back and his body uncontrollably pulled her an inch closer. Her honey brown eyes clashed against his baby blues and they both were swept away from reality into a world of their own.
Tujhko hi chaha dil hai ye karta
Aa betahasa tujhse hi pyaar
It was like diving into an ocean, wide and wast space that provided her with a sense of security and endless care. His eyes pulled her deeper into an unknown and uncontrolable desire, it send a bolt of excitement mixed with uncertainty and fear. Zoya often, more like always thought that she could spend the rest of her life being held in his arms and gazing into his eyes.
Hasratein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Her eyes trailed down the contour of his face as he gazed at her, his face was craved from stone. It was sculpted to prefection, his long nose that flared when he was mad or frustrated, his cheekbones that she wanted to caress and those lips. Her fingers twitched within his hold wanting to touch his face, an urge desperately began to inside her to touch him just once. To feel each line, each texture of his face.
Khwaishein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
He had gone from an Chauvinistic, backward minded and egoistic man to someone who had become her pillar of strenght, a man whom she trusted more than anyone else and made her feel emotions that she never felt before.
Unconsciously, Zoya had made him the center of her universe, his every word and action held such importance for her that she was utterly confused why it mattered so much. He made it clear she was nothing more than a musibat so what urged her to hope for more?
Chahatein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Zoya immediately moved her sight from his lips back to his eyes, her breathing quickening and a sense of restlessness rushing through her body. Her mind was jumbled up with too many thoughts.
Blue eyes pierced down at her knowingly, she swallowed feeling the nervousness double in the pit of her stomach. Why was he looking at her like that? Why was he so confusing? At one moment he was so frustrating and acted as if he would be anywhere else but near her and the next moment he would be protecting from all troubles in his own annoyingly sweet manner and making her believe that he really cared. Everytime she thinks she understands him, he throws a bouncer at her and sends her into a fit of anger and hurt.
Mannatein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Ya Allah, but how much she desired for him to just tell her or show her he truly cared once and for all. She gripped onto his waist more tightly, her heart pounding loudly against her ribcage. She was going insane!
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Asad found himself lost.
It always happened when she was in his arms.
Those eyes held a world of emotions, most of the time it was lightened up brightly with happiness but he was the only one who had seen the utter despair and heart wrenching pain in those eyes in the form of tears. It was rightly said that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul and it fit aptly for Miss.Farooqui. Her eyes said a lot more to him than she would let on, he could read her so easily but her words and actions left him utterly confused. She pushed and forced her way into his life, always orbiting around him and effortlessly getting his full attention with her silly antics and sometimes even without them.
Hum zaar zaar rote hain
Khud se khafa bhi hote hain
He knew they were growing increasingly attracted towards each other. There was an undeniable pull between them,it tortured her as much it tortured him but he was too afraid to take a step forward. Not just for her but for himself, he was in a turmoil regarding what she felt. She was such a confused ladki, flip-flopping with her decisions and driving him up the wall with her craziness.
Hum ye pehle kyun na samje tum fakat mere
However, recently he found himself facing his feelings and uncovering the layers of his heart more often than neccesary. Suddenly, He blinked wakening from his dreamy state as her hands slipped around his waist and she squirmed to pull herself away. He swallowed the bitter sense of disappointment at her reaction.
He should have just stopped thinking such nonsense thoughts and kept her away. This was getting out of hand now, his mother had just given him an engagement ring that she had made for his future wife and expected him to put it in Zoya's hand tomorrow. He couldn't even fathom how he felt at that moment, a whirlwind of emotions churned inside his mind and heart but surprisingly he felt happy despite his inner turmoil. His mother actually approved of Zoya as a prospective bride for him and he could actually imagine himself getting engaged to Miss.Musibat.
Dil ka karar khote hain
Kahan chain se bhi sote hain
Humne dil me kyun bichhaye shaq ye gehre
But what was all this approval and happiness for? A fake engagement, a game played by them? No. He would not allow that, he can never disrespect such a precious event, a paak rasam and treat it like a game. If he ever planned on getting engaged it would be for all the right reasons and to spend the rest of his life with her and not for a few days of drama. This wasn't how he wished for it happen, though inwardly he enjoyed her loving and dutiful fiancee act, more so than often fell for this act and found himself imagining them as an actual couple but his bubble of happiness was usually burst by her.
"Kya aap mujhse sagai karna chathi hai?"
"Jii!"
His lips curled up into a gentle smile and his eyes softened.
"Jii...Jii nahi!"
And it was gone.
A fear gripped him and cold reality washed over him, Did this even affect her as much as it did him? Was this nothing more than a game for her? Was she even serious about this? Such thoughts plagued his mind, twisting and turning into more and more doubts feeding his insecurity regarding their relationship.
Hasratein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
Kwaishein baar-baar..
Baar-baar yaar ki karo
The uncontrollably growing smile on his face dimmed, his expression turning grim at the sudden turn of his thoughts. He watched her closely considering they were pretty close, Her pink glossy lips parted ever so slightly to inhale deeply and in a split second his eyes moved to her cupid bow lips and he wondered how they would taste. Her mouth that never seemed to stay closed and always opened to irritate the hell out of him. Her lips which always formed into a beautiful grin digging deep into her cheeks to form her so called killer dimples. The same dimples that nowadays managed to melt his pathar dil like a candle.
Chahatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo
Mannatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo
Her smile seemed to have become his world, day or night, her smile seemed to haunt him. He found himself smiling and even laughing at her silliness, her every smile brightened his day and he wanted nothing more than to have her by his side always smiling. Thus he made up his mind, his eyes darkening into a darker shade if blue, he tightened his grip on her wrist into a iron hold.
Tere hi khwaab dekhna
Teri hi raah taakna
He needed to know.
Tere hi vaaste hi hai meri har wafa
Once and for all.
Teri hi baat sochna,
Teri hi yaad odhna
Tere hi vaaste hai meri har duaa
Within a fraction of a minute, his hand on her back pushed her forward and his other hand wrapped around her wrist pulling her body flush against him. She gasped in surprise, her fingers grasping the collar of his shirt as she tried for her knees to not buckle underneath this overwhelming flood of emotions. Her nose brushed up against his and they both became acutely aware of how dangerously close they were to each other. Through the material of clothing separating them she could feel his six pack abs pressed up against her stomach and the warm ticklish feeling growing from her side where his hand gripped her.
His breath brushed against her dry lips forcing her to inhale deeply in his musky spice cologne invaded her senses and she shivered at the warmth of his body. His eyes narrowed at her reaction, lips quirked up in slight satisfaction and curiousity, making up his mind to test her further. He gently allowed his hand which held her wrist to trail down her arm leaving a trail of goosebumps. Heat burst forth from her chest, warm blood rushing quickly up her neck and filling her cheeks in a pinkish hue.
Tera hi saath maangna
Teri hi baah thaamna
"Mr- Mr.Kha-..." She stammered trying to form a proper sentence but she could barely breathe, speak or swallow due to her own painfully thudding heartbeat. After a long time, Zoya farooqui was rendered speechless. Instead she focused on trying to push herself away from him.
"Allah Miyaa, what's wrong with you Mr.Khan?!" She asked horrified when he pulled her more firmly and trapped her in his arms, what was wrong with this man! Just a few moments he was ready to throw her out of the living room and now he wouldn't let her go at all. And it made her very uncomfortable just how much her own body refused to listen to her and was nearly melting in his arms.
Mujhe jaana nahi kahin tere bina
Tu mujhse phir na roothna
He clenched his jaw irritatedly and tightened his grip around her waist, crushing her against him as he stared down at her face. She paused her struggling at once and peered back up at him through her long black lashes, her brown eyes glazed over for a moment as she let herself be lost in those oceanic blue eyes. Their soft breathes intermingled, they had never been this close to each other before, they could strongly feel every place their bodies touched. Heartbeats quickening at the same pace in rhythm to each others heart. Her chest heaved up and down gently slowing down her breathlessness and erractic heartbeat.
Kabhi kahin na chhootna
Mera koi nahi yahaan tere siva
"Kya aap wakai mujhse pyaar karne ke liye tayaar hai?" He whispered huskily but his voice was confident and clear, he wanted an answer and she wasn't leaving anywhere until he got it.
Zoya's eyes widened in shock, She tried hard to comphrend the expression on his face. That question was far too similar to the one he asked her earlier in the morning except... He seemed far too serious now.
"Haan... K-Kyun nahi?" She drew in a sharp breath! at the intense look he gave her, stiffening slightly when their noses brushed up against each other. His lips quirked up into a victorious smirk and he waited for her to finish.
"I-I mean agar.. agar humhe i-iss musibat se bahar aana hai toh yeh karna hi padega Mr.Khan! Aap hi ne yeh sab shuru kiya tha na, It was your super smart idea remember?!" She kept on rambling nervously, her fingers twisting his collar and her grip on his waist losening.
Hasratein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo.
In a split second, the arms embracing her released, the warmth was replaced by cold seeping through her clothes. She stumbled back, her eyes never leaving his. Asad tilted his head sideways, his lips forming into a thin line, so that was her answer.
"Okay Miss.Farooqui, Aap theek keh rahi hai" He nodded turning away from her to clench his hands into fists. If this was how it was going to be then he had made up his mind as to what he should do next.
"HUH?" Zoya exclaimed loudly, staring at him as if he spoke chinese to her. Had she heard right? Mr.Asad Ahmed Khan actually agreed with her?
"What?"
"Im sure aap behari nahi hai, Miss.Farooqui" He snapped back.
"Really?" She asked disbelievingly, he had never agreed with her even once till now. Not even on the smallest of things so why did he suddenly agree to this? Kuch toh hua hai iss Jahapanaha ke dimag ko.
He turned towards her, taking one long step closer to her yet again invading her personal bubble. He held her in place with his eyes pinned to hers, she did nothing but look up at him holding in her breath.
"Yes. Dekhte hai aap kaise apne iss super smart idea ko excute karegi" He replied sarcastically. He stood there just a few seconds longer gazing into her eyes before walking away swiftly.
She was left staring after his retreating form with a perplexed expression. Her breathing came out in shallow breathes, heart beat thudding loudly against her rib cage and her entire body feeling far too hot in this cold weather.
Chahatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karo.
Was that a challenge in his eyes?
Dekhte hai Miss.Farooqui, aap kitni der tak mere saath sirf pyar natak kar paogi.
"Allah Miyaa, Whats wrong with me?"
Mannatein baar baar..
Baar baar yaar ki karooo...
The cold wind blew her hair across her face, chill spreading through her body making her shiver, she wrapped her arm across her waist gripping the same area his hand had held her just moments back.
It still felt very warm.
Udne Ki Aasha
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