NEW SS:OPEN KISSES..last part 5 updated! pg 29 - Page 3

"Drunk as drunk on turpentine, from your open kisses." She whispered into his ears...he had heard this so many times from her ...when she thought he wasn't listening... He made it a point to find out tomorrow ... Find out what it meant... What does it signify... as he drifted off to sleep... His last thought of her ... smiling onto his chest as she tried to let sleep overcome her . She loved counting the moles on his body. It showed and assured her he was hers... assured her that his body, mind and soul belonged to her and her alone. She had the right and the freedom to cherish the sight of his naked torso next to her whenever she pleased to and not get ashamed off. She knew just how many moles he had on him... 12! yes 12 to be precise...of those cute little moles scattered on his body. Seeing them, she thought that this was something no one can ever take away from her, no one had ever laid their eyes on them and never would be able to, except her and her alone'.They were living proof of the intimacy they shared. But what she loved most about them was that she was the only one who knew that they were there... She is the only one who had could touch them and had the pleasure of knowing where exactly were they scattered around his body ... With that beautiful thought she drifted off to sleep...

Next Morning.

It was autumn ...though not being an early riser, she loved autumn mornings...

How every leaf shed itself after changing color...she loved how autumn acted a second spring where every leaf looked like a flower... The trees swayed with the breeze blowing outside ... Making way for fresh leaves, after the dried leaves fell to the ground ... she wondered, how nature has a way of showing them that there is always a new leaf that replaces the withering one... The withering leaves dying, but dying with a bright color onto them...

It reminded her that in life too... Some people are meant to change. For Good. For turning into a new leaf ...just like the nature, Life too gives them innumerable chances... To start a fresh... the more she pondered on that the more the realized that she herself had changed so much. Recollecting all her fond reminiscences with Asad. How he too had changed because of her .

Being a Sunday, And Asad not having office to go to, zoya had him all by herself... She shifted slightly and raised herself to look at him... thinking of waking him up... She leaned onto his shoulder and pecked him on his lips...

"Hey beautiful". He replied to the kiss, Opening an eye and squinting to look at her.

Asad shifted and kept his hands on her waist, pulling her to join him for a few more minutes of spooning . She gladly accepted it and settled her back against his chest...

As she lay there, she felt him making circles around her waist with his fingers...Feeling ticklish She took a finger and slowly raised it to her lips...

Thinking she would kiss his finger he let her take his finger to her lips...

But alas! Zoya being Zoya ... She bit him!!

"Ouch!!! Zoyaaa! " He yelped

" what was that for ? " He got up, and winced as he proceeded to inspect his finger...

"That was for tickling me! " She replied nonchalantly...as if its the most natural thing to do...

"Ohhh so you want to play games?? "

"What?" She replied looking at him...

"Games. Mrs. Zoya Khan, you know what that means don't you? Or should I explain? Giving your moot brain, I think I should ".

" Hawww... You ...you called me what? Moot brained...! You there' You're the one has a pea sized brain!" She visibly fumed at his words and turned her head away from him.

Asad smiled at this and reached up to take her chin and turned her to face him...

"Zoya, I was kidding ".

She again turned and mumbled something incoherent ... He knew she was mentally cursing him.

He tried once more to turn her and making her look at him... To which she bluntly refused and pulled away "don't touch me! ".

Asad knew he had to get her back in a good mood , he got up and went to her side of the bed and kneeled down...

"Hey".

"Hey yourself! Spoiling my mood ...it was such a beautiful morning, up until now ...when you decided to call me names...your favourite pass time since times immemorial..! Well ...go away. I don't want to talk to you...!" ".

"I am sorry! What can I do to make you happy?"

"Nothing, just nothing...".

He suddenly remembered that she had whispered something into his ear while they drifted off to sleep... And decided to ask her...

"Zoya? ".

"What? ". She replied grumpily.

"Yesterday night, you said something in my ears... What was it?"

At this she blushed and looked like a dear caught in the headlights...

"I did not say anything... ".

"You did!! ".

"I -uhhh, -I...I might have told you I love you...nothing else..!".

"Hmmm" he replied. He knew she wouldn't say it so easily and so did not push her for it... Deciding to find out for himself what it meant'

As they got up... And headed for the bathroom...both of them got lost in thoughts of what the other was thinking about the conversation they just had...

Zoya mentally cursing herself ...*Allah Miyaa! I thought he was sleeping when I whispered it into his ear... Did he hear it? How will she explain what it meant, if he asks her again? Or wait, does he know, already? *

Asad mumbling to himself ...why so secretive...why doesn't she want to tell me? Ohh but that blush on her cheek was super cute she can give Najma a run for her money with that blush of hers... smacking himself to reality, he Wondered why won't she admit, what she said...I have always caught on snippets of phrases but never really understood what it meant...something about being drunk and kissing...it seemed old and decorative...and it was always after we made love...our passion for each other endless..Wild and uncontrolled...I needed to know what she was talking about, it going to be a game for me to decipher what it meant...Well never mind Miss Musibat i will find out!! ...arrgh i hope i dint say it aloud, or she will kill me for using that name! ... with that thought he went into the bathroom'