Hello! Feeling a little sad after my FF ended, so I decided to write something short in the meantime. Hope you like it (:
Private Dance
"Mr Khan, aap kitne ziddi ho! All Aarti had suggested was that you and I share a dance since the dance floor was still open, aur aapne kitne rude tareeke se na kaha!" Zoya complained as Asad turned the key and pushed open the front door. Asad rolled his eyes as he held the door open, shifting his eyes from Zoya towards the door, hoping she'd get the idea and walk in. Zoya huffed loudly and stamped her feet as she brushed pass him to enter the house.
They had just returned from Yash and Aarti's wedding anniversary party, which Zoya had been excited about all week while Asad kept trying to find excuses to avoid turning up. That evening, Zoya waited for Asad to return from work, but he didn't. Irritated, she decided to go to the party on her own. Asad did turn up later on when the party was almost over, much to Zoya's annoyance. Yash and Aarti still welcomed him happily though and even kept the music on for them, but Asad had flatly refused to dance. Zoya watched as Asad shut the door behind them and locked it, her eyes still narrowed in disdain.
"Well? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Zoya asked, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground. Asad didn't say anything for a while, and took his own sweet time to lock the shackles on the back of the door. Zoya repeated her question, her voice a notch louder than before.
"Don't talk so loudly. It's pretty late into the night and I don't want you to wake ammi and Najma up," Asad replied, as he fiddled with the keys before shoving it into his pocket. Zoya gaped at him, her frustration beginning to reach new heights. This man was impossible. She crossed her arms and turned away from him, waiting to see if he tries to appease her. She knew her silence would bother him more than anything else.
A few minutes passed, and Asad still hadn't said anything. Unable to stay patient, Zoya turned around again, ready to give him another earful. But all she ended up doing was opening her mouth and then closing it again. Asad wasn't even standing there anymore. She noticed a sliver of light from the corner of her eye and turned towards it. Asad had simply ignored her and gone to the bedroom! Zoya clenched her fists as she began marching up to the room.
"I was talking to you! And you just walked off! Why are so frustrating!" Zoya practically screamed as soon as she stepped foot into the room. Asad froze halfway through removing his coat, taken aback by Zoya's outburst.
"I thought you were done," Asad answered as he shrugged, and resumed taking off his coat. He walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a hanger to place his coat on, remaining oblivious to the fact that Zoya was fuming behind him. Zoya walked up to him and tapped his shoulder forcefully just as he was done putting away his coat. He turned around to face Zoya, who was standing akimbo with her hands on her hips.
"I wasn't. Now tell me why you refused to dance just now," Zoya insisted, deciding that she wouldn't go to bed until she got him to answer her. Asad began to catch on that Zoya was pretty peeved, so he sighed loudly and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I don't like dancing in public," Asad finally admitted, when he realized that Zoya wasn't going to let this go. Zoya removed her hands from her hips to cover her mouth instead, as she gasped exaggeratedly to feign surprise.
"Oh! So you like dancing in private? What, you mean in the bathroom while you hum 'Jaane Kyun' to yourself?" Zoya remarked sarcastically, in turn reminding Asad of the time she had walked in on him while he was bathing. Zoya rolled her eyes as she muttered something under her breath and turned away from Asad.
She was just about to take a step away from Asad when she felt his hand close over hers, stopping her from moving. Her eyes widened as she turned her head towards Asad, and at about the same time she felt a tug at her hand. Next thing she knew, Asad had pulled her towards him, her body crashing into his due to the suddenness of it all. She rested her head on his shoulder for a bit as she caught her breath, while Asad snaked his arm around her waist. Zoya lifted her head to face him once she'd found the courage to, and began drowning in his eyes immediately.
"Jaane kyun log pyaar karte hai," Asad sang softly into Zoya's ear, as he turned her around in his arms, crossing her arms in front. Her back rested against his chest, as he held her in that position for a short while, breathing in the lovely scent of her hair.
"Jaane kyun woh kisi pe marte hai," Asad continued, as he spun her out, holding her hand firmly in his. He waited for her turn and make eye contact with him before he spun her back into his arms, her back against his chest yet again.
"Jaane kyun, jaane kyun," Asad sang, as he swayed with her and she closed her eyes in content. Zoya allowed Asad to lead her, as their bodies moved in sync, and she relaxed even more, leaning back into his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
"Jaane kyun, jaane kyun, jaane kyun," Asad ended off, as he spun her away from him yet again, before turning her back in, this time with her facing him. He leaned down a little, making Zoya bend a little, as one of his hands supported her back and the other held her up by gripping her hand firmly. They continued staring at each other, their chests heaving against each other's, their noses barely touching.
"Private dance isse kehte hai," Asad whispered, before twirling her with a little more force this time, causing the back of Zoya's knees hit the bed and she fell unceremoniously on the bed. Zoya made no attempt to get up as Asad neared her, and he climbed onto the bed as well, his knees on either side of her body. Zoya watched as Asad leaned into her while unbuttoning the first button on his shirt, and she closed her eyes in anticipation.
"Mr Khan..." Zoya said breathlessly, as Asad brushed away the fringe covering her forehead, and cupped her face, stroking her cheek gently. She felt Asad's hot breath on her face as he chuckled softly.
"It's been more than a year now. When are you going to start calling me by my name, Mrs Khan?" Asad asked, as he placed a soft kiss on Zoya's cheek, and then trailed a few more down her face and neck. Zoya smiled as she felt the familiar sensation of his stubble tickling her face.
"Aadat se majboor..." were all the words Zoya managed to string together before Asad finally closed his lips on hers, kissing her gently. She grabbed his collar as she intensified the kiss, and pulled him onto the bed completely. With aadats like this, who wouldn't want to be majboor?
The End (:
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