OS: Never Let Me Go

Never Let Me Go

The glistening rays of the sun streamed in through the large French windows and bathed the pristine white room with light and promise. It was a new day' a new beginning' unfolding of a new leaf in all its glory and innocence'

He lay sprawled across the bed, naked and tangled in his white bed sheets as the sun rays kissed his sculpted torso. He looked like a new born babe as he slept. His hair ruffled and falling lightly over his closed eyes. His face was clear of al anxiety and worries. A tiny smile played in the corner of his lips. He was dreaming happy dreams ' his eyes fluttered open and he started groping around the bed. His impatient fingers were searching for something' of more accurately someone' Asad frowned and turned on his back. He propped up on his elbow and softly called out "Zoya".

A figure emerged from the wash room. She had a tall frame, with never ending legs whose lure were enhanced by their nakedness. A mess of long dark hair framed her lovely face. She was all skin, save the sheer black lingerie and a black full-sleeved button-down men's shirt, which incidentally had several of its buttons missing. Her face was adorned with a naughty smile as she leaned across the door frame, taking in the breath-taking sight o the bed. She walked to the bed and practically jumped on it. Asad engulfed her slender form in his strong arms.

"You left", his voice had a hint of accusation in it.

Zoya smiled. She lifted her arm and pretending to read an imaginary watch on her wrist, she said, "Hmmm' I was supposed to be at the airport at least' 40 minutes ago."

Asad smiled. How adorable could his Zoya get? His Zoya. After everything that had transpired between them last night, it was surprising how just saying her name could send still send shivers down his spine.

"You stayed", he said softly. His fingers gently caressed her face as his wandering eyes drank her beauty. Zoya touched his fingers and held them to her cheek. "Of course. I am here now."

Asad captured her lips in his. Zoya locked her leg around his hip in an attempt to vanquish every hint of distance between them. The kiss was nothing like last night. If last night was all need and desire, the morning had brought with it the joys of fulfillment and it was just tender love and a promise of forever. Zoya tangled her fingers in his hair and crushed his lips on hers while Asad rubbed her back under the shirt.

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Asad stood outside Zoya's room. He had no idea how he would do this. But he desperately needed to get the words out of his system. On the hindsight, Asad realized how utterly easy it had been' falling in love with Zoya. Loving her seemed as simple and as necessary as breathing. They had hated each other, cared for each other, stood beside one another and then fell in love together. That was perhaps the beast part of their relationship. Everything was out in the open' On the plate' One had to only wait and see who took the first bite. The journey from Mr. Khan to Asad and Miss Farooqi to Zoya had been an unconscious one. Fate had hurled them together and they had taken it in stride. Though they still switched to their last names when he was being mad, or she was being defensive, but they were long past the stage of denial. Asad took a deep breath and knocked at the door.

"Come in."

Asad entered the room. He saw her hunched over the bed, folding her clothes and packing them in her bag. She was clad in sky blue PJs and her hair was secured in a loose ponytail. Zoya turned to face Asad. She took in his six feet muscled up frame dressed in midnight black shirt which clung to him like second skin. His hands were secured in the pockets of his trousers' A habit, Zoya observed whenever he had a point to make.

"Good that you are here, Asad. Can you please tell Phoopi that I can't find my blue top? I think she had sent it for washing. But I need to pack it. My flight is at 7am. It is an hour drive to the airport. I feel so sleepy. I hate early morning flights'"

Zoya continued with a false note of cheerfulness and bravado in her voice. Asad watched her fleeting all around the room, refusing to make any eye-contact with him. Asad knew the routine' if Asad had made his fort with Silence, then Zoya had built her walls with Smiles. So be it then.

"Zoya, I'"

"I know why you are here, Mr Khan."

She stood across the room, far away from him. "But it is too late now."

"Well Zoya, if it is about your visa than I am sure we can talk to someone who can help you out. We can talk to American Embassy-"

"We can Mr. Khan, but we don't need to. My work here is done."

Zoya forced herself to look into his eyes. She had realized that staying back in india would only further complicate things for him' his new-found relationship with his brother, is father' everything was at stake because of her. Asad's face was unreadable. He simply looked on at her and then nodded.

"Very well then, Miss Farooqi. It is a goodbye then, I suppose."

With that he abruptly left the room and shut the door behind him.

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He was marking her slender neck with pepper-light kisses. He refused to look into her eyes. One hand he seemed to be holding something back, while on the other his shone with a strange gleam.

"What is that face?" Zoya asked.

Asad his hid his face in the crook of her neck. Zoya cupped his chin and looked searchingly into his eyes.

"That face." Her voice was filled with amusement.

Asad shrugged. "I am happy, I suppose."

However, when he looked into her eyes, suddenly the careful mask of nonchalance slipped away and his smile made Zoya breathless. He was like an angel that threatened to consume her. She climbed on and sat on his belly and crushed her lips on his. She was his to burn, she was his to take. Zoya started planting wet kisses on his sinful neck, his sculpted chest, his belly and gently stroked his hardness. Asad moaned.

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Asad was leaning against the window frame, busy rebuilding every wall of his mighty fort that Zoya had managed to break in the past few months. In a contrast, the soft light of the moon bathed his otherwise sharp features and made him look so much younger and more vulnerable.

Zoya did not bother to make her presence known. She walked into his room and silently hugged him from behind. Asad woke up from his reverie. He turned to face her.

"Zoya'"

But she put her finger on his lips. "Shhh' Asad. Don't ruin it."

She gently caressed his face. "Tonight is all we have, Asad. Dance with me, will you?"

She put her arms round his neck and he placed them on her waist. They swayed slowly to the music of their ragged breaths and the rhythm set by the steady tempo with which Asad was rubbing Zoya's back. He lovingly looked into her eyes' they mirrored his own lust and longing. They had gone way past innocent love and unexplainable attraction. At that moment they were only driven by their raw desires and pure undisguised carnal needs.

"if tonight is all we have, then tonight is all we need. "

Asad twirled Zoya and brought her crashing onto his chest and her lips on his.

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Asad pounded into her as Zoya matched his every stroke with her own thrust and created a rhythm as old as time. A giant wave of desire washed over them, and left them in an ocean of pleasure, in which they willingly drowned. Asad slumped and fell over panting on Zoya's soft mounds.

A slight gnawing pain on his back told him where Zoya had scratched him and drawn his blood. "I have unleashed an absolute animal." he mused. Asad could feel the heaving of her breasts, as he continued to kiss and nip them.

After several minutes when they had regained their composure, Zoya said, " my visa expires in less than 24 hours. I am so going to prison for this."

"Don't worry, Sugar. We shall elope to Canada."

"How ingenious of you Mr. Khan."

"Oh! Shut up Miss Farooqi." Asad softly bit her neck.

"You are insatiable, Asad. We should go downstairs. I have a lot of explaining to do to Phoopi. Like why did I not leave for New York'? And exactly what am I doing in your room so early in the morning, with both yours and mine clothes shred to pieces."

"Now that is your fault not mines. You are the one who has a knack of ripping off shirts. Plus, it is not as if Ammi has not heard your particularly loud moans from last night. I personally was going deaf'"

"Asad!!!"

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