AsYa New OS :The Broken Hook

The Broken Hook

Zoya twirled giddily as she admired her new yellow suit. She remembered how sullen she was after realizing her pink lehenga was just too loose on her. What would she wear now, she had thought. But this yellow suit was even prettier! Just one problem.

As she spun in front her mirror, she saw that the hook in the back was not fastened. She reached her hand back, behind her shoulders, and tried to grasp the hook. She struggled a bit before her door opened abruptly.

'Miss Farooq'' Asad said upon entering but trailed off as he came face to face with such a sight that made him feel tingly. He saw Zoya donning a beautiful yellow suit, it seemed from the back, and she was stretching those long arms to her back, trying to reach something. When she heard his voice, she dropped her arms, revealing the open hook at the back of the suit, and turned to face him.

'Mr Khan, you always complain that I come into your room without knocking. Now you are doing the same!' she said.

'When did I complain? He answered, his tone slightly playful and flirty. He eyed her from head to toe, while Zoya stood there taken aback, her face red.

She cleared her throat, and Asad snapped back to reality. 'What are you doing? Are you going out somewhere?' he asked confused as to why she was wearing the suit.

'Haan, I'm leaving now, at 9 in the night aur mein New York ja rahe hain Mr Khan!' Zoya facepalmed.

'KYA?' Asad asked horrified.

'Oh ho Mr Khan, Tomorrow is Eid. Aur mera pink lehenga toda loose hai. Toh I thought I'd try this new suit so I can wear it tomorrow. But look, this hook there's something wrong with it. I think it's broken. Now what will I wear'

As she said that, she saw her Salman Khan let out the breath he was holding. He came closer to her, her heartbeats hastened, and he held her hand.

'Zoya, don't make jokes like that. I don't like it.'

'Arrey Mr Khan, main toh sirf Mazak kar raha tha, why are you getting so serious?'

'Just don't okay? I can't lose you again.'

With that Zoya pushed her playfulness aside for a moment and stared into his deep eyes. She placed her hand on top of his and said, 'Mr Khan you know I always say these kinds of stupid thing. I was just joking! But still, if it makes you feel bad, then I promise I'll never say something like that okay? Aur vada karte hoon that I will never leave you.' {MITWAAA}

Asad slightly smiled and gripped her hand tighter. The feeling of her skin was soothing.

'Anyways, back to my problem. Ab mein kya karoon? I'll have to look for yet another suit!' she pouted.

'Ek minute, Miss Farooqui'

Kya?'

Asad used his hand to signal that she should turn around, and so she did, slightly baffled.

He saw the hook and said he'd fix it. Zoya thought she heard wrong and turned to question him, only to find he was gone.

'Allah miyan! I think he must've heard me wrong or something'

Just then he popped back into her room with a needle and thread. 'Mr Khan aap'' before she could continue, he turned her around, her back facing him. The distance between them was barely a few cm, and this did not go unnoticed by the two.

Zoya felt his finger slightly brush her back, teasing her, and they made their way over to the hook, and shuddered , closing her eyes. Asad saw her shoulders tense at his touch and was contented with his effect on her. He began stitching the hook properly, but got distracted, his fingers yearning to touch her milky skin. Zoya felt goose bumps as her Jahanpana's hands touched her back. She inhaled sharply, maybe a little too sharply because Asad heard. He tilted his head forward to see the look on her face and immediately his feelings got even more intensified. The expression he saw, was one of total pleasure and contentment. He felt his heart beats get more frantic and frequent as he drank in the sight. Her closed eyes, slightly parted lips. They way when he removed his fingers from her back, how her eyebrows twitched out of frustration and irritation. The way her eyebrows and face relaxed as he traced circles onto her back.

Zoya felt him get closer, if that was possible. The heat was getting hard to control. His hair tickled her face a bit, but she enjoyed it. His breath fanned her neck slightly and she felt a dull yet overwhelming feeling in her stomach. His touch, the way he made circles with those long fingers, made her shudder. When he teased her by stopping she got irritated, but enjoyed as well, making her long for him more.

Was this the same uptight, Asad Ahmed Khan who was all about taking tameez and tehzeeb to over the top strict levels?

Their desire continued to overwhelm them as Asad resumed the work he was supposed to be doing.

Zoya's breath hissed. She shut her eyes, pressed them down tighter. Asad was almost kissing her back!

He had leaned down to bite the thread but lingered on, much to Zoya's appreciation.

His hot breath blew on her back, his lips barely a whisper away. Unconsciously, she felt herself arch her back, desperate for the feel of his lips on her back.

Asad stayed in that position. The thread between his teeth, one hand on her shoulder which he had kept while stitching. His other hand moved to touch her waist.

Zoya sighed and leaned sideways into his touch a bit.

Asad felt like he was going to explode. Their bodies were touching, just a millimeter between them. Their proximity was killing them.

His tongue and lips threatened to venture out of his mouth to taste her skin. He was about to press his lips against her back, and Zoya knew. He closed his eyes, anxiously and anticipating her skin. She leaned back to make it easier for him.

His grip on her waist tightened, and he felt her hand on his, intertwining their fingers tightly. This made Asad shift his attention to what she was doing, and then he realized.

Zoya felt him withdrawing. He quickly bit the thread, and removed his hands from her. He turned Zoya around. He saw the look on her face. Some confusion, mixed with expectancy for something to happen. He told her to open her eyes and he saw a wave of dejection wash over her, along with disappointment.

He felt responsible as he was the one who initiated their intimate moment by trying to stitch her hook.

I wonder what he'd think of me now. Before he thought I was a badtameez and I knew nothing of manners and culture. Only recently he changed his mind. Now what have you done Zoya. Great!

'Mr Khan, I'm sorry '' she started but couldn't finish as Asad interrupted her.

'Miss Farroqui, kis baat ke liye?'

'Wo' just now'' she said, her eyes looking everywhere except at him.

He tilted her chin up, and let her look at him.

'You don't have to apologize. After all, it takes two hands to clap right? And anyways I started it .. you know.. by fixing the hook ..'

Zoya's eyes widened. Mr Khan was talking about all these so openly? Allah miyan!

'Vo actually, if you felt bad then I'm sorry' he said, remembering the way he touched her and was about to kiss her.

'Nahi Mr Khan! What are you saying!' she said at once

'Oh so you didn't mind?' he flirted

'Of course not!' she blurted out without thinking and then bit her tongue.

Asad raised an eyebrow at her. 'No, I didn't' vo ''

Sensing her shyness and ashamed look, he decided he was teasing her too much.

'It's okay. But we have to keep in mind that we shouldn't'you know na.. we're not married.' he said, a bit sternly. He mentally chided himself for his lack of control. But what could he do. After all it was about Zoya!

'hmm' Zoya replied. She didn't like the way he said that. He saw her face drop. 'Kya hua?'

'Kuch nahi. I'm sorry' she said lowly, not meeting his eyes.

'Did I say something wrong?' he asked genuinely wanting to know.

'Nahi.. bas' you're saying it as if..anyways forget it. Goodnight Mr Khan, and thanks' she faked smiled.

'Wait.You didn't like what I said , didn't you?' Ahh he now realized.

She nodded.

He laughed slightly, and she gave him a deathly glare.

'Okay okay I'm sorry. I just meant that for me actually. It's hard to control myself around you, Zoya. It's gonna be a hard task for me till we're finally married and I can't call you Miss Farooqui' she blushed. He stroked her cheek. 'I guess it's not me alone' he smirked. Zoya was appalled and went forward to bite the finger that stroked her cheek. He pulled away and smiled.

'Goodnignt Miss Farooqui' soon to be Mrs Asad Ahmed Khan' he said, showing her his dimple.

'Goodnight Meri Salman Khan' she replied, smiling brightly.

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