AsYa FF: Raabta Chapter 12(Updated 28/8/13) Pg. 33 - Page 15

Zoya woke up with a beautiful smile on her face. Everything seemed more beautiful. The sky, her room, her smile, even her body seemed to have this vibrant glow. She cheerily got off her bed and stood by the window, squinting her eyes as the suns glare hit her face. She stared at the garden outside her window and tried hard to suppress the grin forming on her face.

Not being able to control it she burst out laughing. How had she gotten the guts to behave that way with Mr.Khan? And he hadnt even complained or stopped her. Did that mean he felt something too?

Zoya ran her hands across her face trying to rub the heat and embarrassment off. Still smiling she pulled her clothes out of the cupboard and headed to the bathroom, planning to start her day with a nice cold shower.

Everyone was patiently waiting for Zoya at the dining table. When she entered the room, both Dilshad and Najma smiled at the jolly little girl skipping to the table holding her ears.

"Phupi-Tamatar, Im so sorry! Woh mujhe nahaa ne me time lag gaya." She explained and tried to sneak a peek at Asad who looked tired and worried.

"Its okay beta, come have paranthes! Gobhi ke, your favorite!" said Dilshad, serving Zoyas plate.

One look at Asad and Zoyas appetite was gone. Her trademark smile slowly left her face and her eyes did not dare leave Asad's hunched form.

Does he regret what happened? Does he hate me now for being so indecent? Yah Allah please, please dont tell me he hated it. I will die.

"Um-m Mr. Khan, did you not sleep yesterday or something?" she inquired, dipping her parantha into the cold curd.

Asad looked up and caught her eyes. Zoya tried reading them but she saw nothing. It was as if he was hiding everything under those brown veils.

"I mean this is your third cup of coffee, and your eyes look puffy. That[s why I asked. You don't have to tell me anything." Zoya stumbled with her words and concentrated on trying to get the food down her throat.

Sensing the awkward silence, Dilshad cleared her throat and asked the same question.

"Tum soye nahi kya Asad? And stop with all that coffee, its not good for you." She pulled at his fourth cup and set it aside.

"Asad, tum aaj kaam pe nahi jaoge." Dilshad ordered.

"Par-ammi!"

Zoya shivered at the sound of his voice. She felt like she had heard it after an eternity.

"I am sorry Ammi but I have an important meeting today. I cannot miss that." Asad stood up to leave but Dilshad stopped him once again.

"Asad, tumhe meri kasam. Sit down. Nothing is more important than your health. You are not going to work today and that's final."

Asad groaned and stood rooted to the spot. He knew Ammi wanted him to feel better but sitting in the same room as Zoya was not helping his case.

"Main aapne room me jaa raha hoon Ammi" saying that he picked his coffee and left for his room.

Zoya felt as if the butterflies in her stomach were on drugs. They were wheezing by so fast that Zoya wanted to puke. She knew something was really wrong. Something so wrong that it had kept Asad awake all night. But what could it be? Could it be because of the way she had behaved with him?

"Zoya" Dishad shook Zoya's shoulder for the umpteenth time.

"Huh-haan puhpi" replied Zoya bringing herself back to earth.

"Ive been calling you for so long. Kya soch rahi thi tum? Aur parantha chaiye?"

Zoya pushed her plate away. Usually she would devour all the paranthas in the house but today she did not feel like even finishing the last bite left in her plate.

"Uh-h nahi phupi, my stomach hurts a little today. I think Ill go to my room."

"Okay beta, you too go rest."

"Okay phupi, tamatar well watch that movie tomorrow. Even though its Shahrukh Khan's! Sorry babe." Zoya was in no mood to even watch her favorite stars new released movie.

"Its alright Zoya, you go rest. I have some papers I have to finish for Literature. Ill do it today itself!"
Najma smiled understandingly.

Zoya walked to her room but did not step in. She peeked at Dilshad and Najma from the corner of her eyes and when she saw that they were busy in their conversation, Zoya dashed upstairs to Asad's room. She had no idea why she came here but she knew she needed some answers. But not like Mr. Khan would give them. He never did.

She slightly tapped the door, flinching at the noise it made. Yah Allah, why am I so nervous? Please dont let this be bad. After a few seconds, the door creaked open. Asad's face was covered in a towel and his voice was muffled.

"What are you saying Mr. Khan? Can you remove that stupid towel first!" Stepping in, Zoya pulled the towel away with her fingers. Asad's eyes were closed and Zoya could not help but notice the dark crescents below them. When Asad opened his eyes, he jumped back and yelled, "Aap!?"

"Haan me Mr. Khan! Aise kyun react kar rahe hain jaise koi bhoot dekh liya ho?" Zoya crossed her arms and raised a brow.

"Bhoot se kam nahi hain aap." He whispered, snatching the towel from her hand.

"Kya kahaan aapne Mr. Khan? I dont think I heard you right!" Zoya stepped closer, trying to give him her worst menacing look but one look at his face broke her heart.

He looked so sick.

"Mr. Khan you should be resting, I came to check on you."

"Ms. Farooqui first of all I was freshening up to go sleep before you came and rudely disturbed me. Second I dont need you to check on me."

"Mr. Khan, how long?" Zoya asked with a firm voice and a steady stare.

"W-What? What how long?" Asad asked, uncomfortable with her calm attitude though he had just brushed her off seconds ago.

"How long are you going to act like there is nothing between us?"

Asad brought his eyes to her face. Why didnt he have the same courage as hers to accept their love? How could she be so confident that he would die for her? Was is that obvious? But she is Ghaffurs daughter, so it all ends there.

"There is nothing between us Ms. Farooqui!' He snapped, seriously disturbed by her boldness.

"Oh so you coming into my room, dropping me kisses, and carrying me to bed means nothing huh? You do that for every girl in Bhopal, Mr. Khan?" Zoya knew that his special treatment was only for her and she would never doubt him, but she had to say all this to ignite the fire.

Asad was pissed. He moved closer, enough for their noses to brush each others. Zoyas breath hitched when Asads angry huffs fanned her face. "There is nothing between us Ms. Farooqui and there will never be anything!"

"Oh please, Mr. Khan!" Zoya was losing control so she pushed him away with all her strength.

But Asad was not taken back. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the door, the towel in his hands slipping down.

"You want to know why there cant be anything between us?" he asked with a intimidating smirk.

"Y-yes." Zoya stammered, trying to loosen his grip on her by moving her hands.

He looked straight into her brown eyes that glistened with tears and brought his mouth to her ears.

"Because you are-"

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Had to add all apostrophes and quotations by myself. Why IF? Grhh.
And I made Zoya's favorite actor Shahrukh cause he's mine! Sorry haters 😃

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