With a heart rate that could put a racing horse to shame, Zoya tried to move back after her 60 second long feeble attempt to free her hair from her Jahapana's sherwani button. No, it wasn't wound all complicated, she was just having a hard time tearing big innocent eyes from his deep intense ones. The proximity just made it worse. She could hardly breathe. She was totally intoxicated.
She turned, and letting out the breath she was holding, took a step...only to be stopped by a tug on her dupatta. As the cloth slid down her shoulder she put her hand on her heart, thankingAllah for the excuse he'd given her to safely put her hand on her crazily thumping heart.
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"Mat jao Zoya"he wanted to say as he saw her retreating back. Just then, he felt a tug on his hand. Allah had just given him the most beautiful gift of his...their jashn - e - saugat. He lifted his hand to the place where her dupatta had gotten stuck in his watch exactly when she did. He relished the soft touch before she withdrew her hand and he got dupatta free.
The innocently scared look in her eyes had him intoxicated. As the silky material of her dupattaslipped from inbetween his fingers, he made a mental note of never letting its owner slip away from his life like that. Smiling, he made his way back to their marriage function.