AsYa FF: Raabta Chapter 12(Updated 28/8/13) Pg. 33 - Page 6

Zoya slightly shifted in her sleep as the room echoed with blasting thunder. She groaned and snuggled back into Asad's neck. Wait what?! She thought as she abruptly removed her face and ran her eyes down the bodily mess they were in. When the hell had she turned around she thought. A tremor ran down her spine at their close proximity but Zoya did not move. She just could not.

Her one arm was wrapped around Asad's shoulder and the other around his waist. Asad was still leaning against the wall but had slid a little away from it since Zoya's legs were wrapped around him firmly. Zoya could not help but almost cry at the bliss her heart was feeling. She felt so safe, like a baby almost and the position she was in further defined it. She tried shifting a little but Asad's arms were wound tightly around her waist. Zoya pulled her head back and slowly removed her hand from Asad's shoulder and moved the hair matted with sweat from Asad's forehead. He looked so innocent, so naive that Zoya couldn't help trace his face with light floating fingers. When she touched his lips, Zoya felt Asad stir lightly. She immediately removed her hand and snuggled back into her previous position, her lips unintentionally brushing Asad's neck. She heard a groan and shut her eyes tightly. She did not want Asad to think she was feeling him up when he wasn't even awake. He would never let it go!

Asad slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he felt was the strain in his back. He looked down and his body froze. Zoya was all over him and her face was nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He looked at his hands clasped around her and how her long lean legs were wrapped behind his back. How did they ever manage to sleep like this he thought, separating his hands but leaving them on Zoya's back. He sighed at the beauty of her. He couldn't see her face but he loved how her long tresses flew in the wind that entered through the tiny window, how her body perfectly fit his, how she held onto him like the life depended on it. No. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. There is nothing going on between us. How can I be doing something like this Asad thought and he removed his hands from Zoya's back and hair. We aren't even in love and our upcoming nikaah too is fake. Then how can I be in a this sort of position with a girl I'm not even married to, screamed Asad's mind.

"Ms. Farooqui" called Asad in a hopeless effort to move Zoya away. He did not know that Zoya was awake all throughout already. She was just wondering why Asad abruptly removed his hands from her. What was he thinking? Did he hate this, because Zoya felt the total opposite. This time he pulled at her shoulders and moved her away from himself. Zoya acted as if she just woke up and rubbed her eyes. She sprung out of his lap and sat on the bed, still rubbing her eyes. She did not want to talk about the position they were in. First time it was Zoya that did not want to talk about what had happened. She was too hurt thinking why Asad had removed her like that.

When she finally stopped rubbing her eyes, she faked a yawn and turned to look at Asad. Her eyes grew wide and round when she saw a tinge of red on Asad's cheeks? She closed her eyes and opened them again. Am I dead she wondered. Asad swallowed lightly and abruptly got off the bed. He faced his back towards Zoya and reached for his phone, fumbling with it and trying to see if he could get any connection. He heard Zoya walking towards him and he once again turned away from her. Oh god, I need to get away from here. He shifted his legs and went to reach for his coat which was still a little damp.

"Mr. Khan, where are you going?" asked Zoya reaching for her dupatta near the edge of the bed. Allah Miyaah, I did not even have a dupatta with me when we were so close she thought slightly embarrassed and shy.

When she realized Asad had not replied, she walked up to him and tried to turn him to face her. All she got was a shrug asking her to remove her hand and Asad spoke with a dry, husky voice that was lined with sleep and something Zoya couldn't catch on. "Ms. Farooqui, I'm just stepping out for a bit. I need fresh air."

"But why do you need your coat for that?" Zoya asked.

"Because it's cold Ms. Farooqui, aap behes karna band karengi please?" Asad said walking towards the door.

"But Mr. Khan, what's the point of wearing the coat if it's wet, you'll just get more cold." answered Zoya reasonably.

"Okay fine!" yelled Asad and flung the coat across the room and stomped outside.

Zoya was taken aback by his sudden anger and sat down by the bed, clutching onto the dirty sheets and trying to swallow the pain rousing in her throat. Why did Mr. Khan have to do this to her! Why did she deserve this? Allah Miyaah why do you always do this to me?

Zoya wiped the lone tear that fell from her kohl lined eyes and stood up. She had enough. She was not going to stand his bipolarness anymore. She snatched Asad's coat off the floor and slogged toward the door with anger. She flung the door open and was about to open her mouth but she shut it up and stepped back. Asad was sitting on the porch with his legs dangling down. His elbow was resting on a raised earthen support and his hand was cupping his face. He was humming and occasionally, slightly swinging his legs.

Zoya continued to gape at him and knew he probably heard her slam the door so there was no turning back. She coughed lightly to let him know that she was there and walked to him slowly. Asad went rigid and turned to look at, reminding Zoya of a deer caught in headlight. She smirked a little at her discovery and thought this was much better than her simply screaming at him. She stood beside Asad who ignored her and dropped his coat on his lap. Asad gave her a questioning look but Zoya just sat beside him and watched the rain with a beautiful smile on her face. She started swinging her legs and humming a soft tune, occasionally gathering the water in her palm and flicking it Asad's way.

Asad knew she was teasing him and all he wanted to do was hide his face under his still damp coat. Instead he caught the pouring droplets in his hand and flicked a whole lot of water on Zoya's face. Zoya who was absolutely not expecting it, gasped in shock and looked at Asad with accusing eyes. She tried catching more water to spray some on his face but the rain had visibly decreased and there were barely a couple of drops on her face. Zoya grumbled in complain but she went silent when she heard a deep, muffled laughter. She faked annoyance and pushed Asad will all her might, knowing she wouldn't move him an inch.

"Mr. Khan! That's not fair!" she cried. Asad caught her hands in a flail attempt to stop her tantrum and held onto it.

"Ms. Farooqui, can you just shut up for once and enjoy the view?" Asad asked, putting her hands down but not removing his hold. He stared into the dark night, with the light breeze running through his hair. The drizzle left random droplet lingering on his hair and Zoya watched as one caught on his lashes. It sat on for a second before he blinked and the little drop disappeared. Zoya looked at him with such love and tenderness that if Asad was looking at her at that exact moment, he would never have any doubt or confusion about each other ever again.

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