PART 2::
Zoya felt smbdy snake their arm around her waist…and grip onto her tightly..she felt her body jerk forward and collide into smthing rock solid..while she felt fingers slightly brush against her cheek…for a bit…before running up her spine…and resting right at the tips of her wet hair..lazily..running in a slow…painful manner thru the tips of her hair…simply against the cloth of her jumper…even though she had recognized who it was simply by the first touch…she still couldn't bring herself to believe it was actually him…and forget tht…WHAT was he doing…she slowly opened her eyes as the breath tht had been caught in her throat escaped as a small cough…before becoming uneven again….and only once she realized tht he had begun swaying around with her slowly as well…did she finally lift her eyes to meet his…to ask him wht he wanted…wht he was doing…but the minute her eyes met his…nothing but the usual happened…she drowned in them…in the look they had…as they stared deep into hers…and while they continued swaying..drowning in each others eyes…zoya failed to realize when her arms went around his waist…and remained there…nor did she realize…one of her headphone had gone missing and was now resting in his ear…as he danced with her.
For asad the minute her eyes met his..there was no more questioning if this was the right step or not…it somehow felt as if it was the ONLY right step…and the ONLY thing that should be done…nothing could be more right than this…and before his mind could even question his hearts thinking..his thoughts found themselves to his lips…and fell to her ears…
Asad: (barely a whisper) do u trust me? (and he felt her grip around his waist loosen…her feet stopped moving…and her smile had vanished…but her eyes didnt part from his…rather they were staring deeper..as if searching for smthing….answers to her confusion actually) (Before she could distance herself from him though…like he feared she would…he pulled her even closer to himself…with a slight push on her upper back where he played with the tips of her hair previously..and kept a firm hold on her…while zoyas eyes became wider..her breathing heavier…there was a slight tremble in her body as she felt his breath on her face)
zoya: (closed her eyes…gripping onto his arms tightly) mr…m….mr…kh…khaaan…
asad: do u trust me…miss faroouqi?? (there was smthing in the way he said it…smthing like a plea…like he NEEDED her to trust him…and she could tell the question meant more…then what she was hearing..and once her eyes found their way back into his…and she saw the look that always reminded her…rather assured her…tht NOTHING wud ever happen to her as long as mr.khan was there...
zoya: never with my heart…(and she felt asads fingers nearly stab into her skin..as she said those words…she winced slightly…and looked up to tell him he was hurting her..but the look on his face..rather in his eyes…SCREAMING "plz dnt say tht" rather begging her…hurt her jus as she knew her words had hurt him…and she cudnt help but to smile a lil…jus 4 words..jus the fact tht she "MIGHT" not trust him hurt him so much…but she cudnt see him hurting so she put an end to his misery by finishing wht she had began saying)
zoya: never with my heart…(her eyes filled with tears) kyunki…past mein apne mera dil itni baar tora haike…(and she cud see the tears brimming in his eyes now…his grip on her was loosening…it looked as if hed nearly loose his balance…his eyes dropped to the ground she sighed…as she ran one of her hands up his arm to his shoulder and clenched it tightly)
zoya:: but i trust u…with my life…completely. (and asads face shot up…shock..surprise…disbelief..yet satisfaction…gratitude…happiness written all over it…his lips formed a trembling smile on his face…as a lone tear made its way down his cheek…SHOCKING zoya..while he removed his hand frm her back and gripped onto her hand tht rested on his shoulder….interwining his fingers with her before locking them TIGHTLY as he rested their hands on his shoulder…it was almost as if…he was preparing her..rather them for what was coming next)
Asad:: Marry me. Now.
Precap:: She read the note while holding onto the beautiful red dupatta it said: Jeans pehenke bhaag mat ayega…dupatta leke aayega…molvi sahab behosh hojayenge
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