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He stood alone near the fireplace, a flute of Dom Perignon in his right hand, while his left hand rested safely in the pocket of his denim blue jeans. It had been more than an hour since he had arrived here and he couldn't help but notice how boring the party was, or was it just him not appreciating his brother's unique blend of Western and Desi theme for the gathering of people who looked too confused to be classified as either of them? He didn't feel like mingling in the party so he stood alone, trying to pretend he was one of those classy moody Indians who resided in America with no respect of the Indian culture. That would be hard for Asad Ahmed Khan when his life revolved around Desi culture, wouldn't it?
Suddenly he felt a presence behind him, partly due to the sweet jasmine fragnance and partly because the air around him suddenly turned hotter. He turned around to find himself looking into the perfect honey brown orbs neatly aligned on the flawless face he was now looking at.
'And why may you be standing alone at your own brother's party?', he saw the woman in her late twenties speak as her full, sensuous lips adorned with blood red lip gloss, opened, closed and curved.
Asad found himself gawking at the creature in front of him and before it could creep her out, he quickly shut his eyes to regain his composure and stuck his hand out of his pocket to offer it to her.
Asad wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole when he realised the handshake was as awkward as anything, his hands sweaty as if he had just dipped them in the fish bowl near him. He mentally kicked himself for placing them in the pocket for too long while standing right in front of the fireplace.
'Ahh...sorry, do I know you?', he carefully asked, flashing one of his weakest smiles knowing this wasn't exactly how you greeted a pretty young woman who casually came upto you and started a small talk.
He was mesmerised as the woman in front of her chuckled slightly, her milky white hand on her chest as if to flaunt her silver pricey necklace. He looked at her as a whole and took in her perfect sense of dressing. Her black, skin-fitted full length dress touching the carpeted floor, after it made sure to highlight her curves in the most sensuous ways. Her silver chained sling bag hanging losey from her shoulder. He noticed how her hair were tied in a neat bun over her head, letting only a few strands of curled hair on either side of her face dangle across her face. She defined beauty.
'No you don't. Actually your brother and my best friend are kind of a thing and I've been dragged here out of my will by her', she pointing towards Ayaan and a girl besides him, laughing away at some joke told by him. 'And as soon as we got here, she went away with Ayaan completely forgetting about me'.
He chuckled as she finished, her pretend sad face, highlighted by her pout making her look adorable.
'Well then that answers your question. You can say its the same case with me', Asad replied, placing his free hand in his pocket again.
'Do you want to go outside? This isn't exactly my type of a party', she said shrugging.
He didn't know why, but he sent a silent thankyou towards the heaven for making him meet someone who was on the same page as he was, and since the person was so beautiful, it served him like a cherry on top. He placed his glass on the wooden table on the side and followed her outside.
'So, what's your name?', she asked once they stepped outisde on the street, noone noticing them leave as they thought, her hands rubbing her arms across her chest.
'Oh I'm so sorry, I should've introduced myself', Asad replied feeling foolish. 'I'm Asad Ahmed Khan'
'I'm Zoya Farooqui', she replied smiling before she once again rubbed her upper arms.
Asad didn't know how to handle such situations, but thanking himself mentally for watching movies, he quickly took of his black jacket and placed it around her shoulders, catching her by surprise.
'Oh my, thankyou', Zoya flushed.
'Uh, I hope I did the right thing', Asad honestly repied chuckling.
He heard her laugh, and he had no idea what pulled a string in his heart at the exact same time. His heartbeat fastened at her melodious laugh and he couldn't take off his eyes from her face, her dimple flashing as they walked closely together under the moonlit sky, the clock nearby struck signalling it was now past midnight. She was beautiful, a complete goddess if one may. Minimal jewellery, minimum makeup and she still looked magnificient. He handled models all day long, met many beautiful women from across the globe but he had never come across someone so perfect as her.
'So what do you do?', he heard her ask as she regained herself.
'I'm a fashion designer. I work for the AR Industries here in New York. Our speciality is Indian wear but we do have a line of western clothing too', Asad proudly told her, finally feeling in command of the conversation.
'Wow. Thats impressive', Zoya remarked looking over at Asad.
Asad could feel her gaze on him. He was the kind of a man who knew he had been blessed with looks and was pretty much used to girls drooling over him as he walked by. But he had never felt a warm, hot gaze on him before like this. This was strangely welcomed by Asad who hoped his insides didn't burst open and scare her away.
'Wat about you?', Asad asked. 'What do you do?'
'I'm a writer', she said before she stopped walking and leaned against a street light, looking at the night sky. 'Well atleast I want to be one. I'm still waiting for my limelight'.
'Maybe you could write something being stuck at a boring party against your will', Asad muttered.
She chuckled.
'The city is beautiful at this time of the night, don't you think?', she said after a minute's silence.
Asad had never been a kind of a person who would notice anything around him. He was a man chased by his own personal thoughts.
'Yes, it's beautiful', he said trying to sound less stupid.
'Want a drink? I know a fantastic bar around here', she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
Asad noticed how she had an innocent aura around her which made her even more beautiful. He wasn't a man who would like mingling with strangers, but he didn't want to part from her just now. So he just agreed, hoping she would lead the way and he would know what to do. She expertly made her way towards the bar, running towards it practically making Asad work hard to keep with her pace.
On reaching the bar, she grabbed his arm and walked in the bar like she owned the place. Making her way through the crowd, she made him sit on the bar stool, as she ordered the bar tender for some wine.
'Do you dance?', she asked, flashing him her dimpled smile once again.
'Not a chance', he replied smiling.
She was different. She dressed to kill, but that wouldn't stop her from running around the street or walking into a bar, she just lived life. He glanced at his jacket over her shoulders, it looked much better resting their than it did on him, he thought.
After gulping down their drinks, Zoya jumped down from her bar stool.
'Why is it that you don't dance?', she asked.
'I don't dance in front of so many people. It's something I've always hated doing', Asad replied honestly, shrugging.
'So you mean to say if there weren't so many people around, you would've danced?', Zoya asked linking her arm with his cutely, warming his heart.
'I guess I would've, yeah', he replied looking down at her, smiling. Her cute button of a nose twitched sightly as he looked at her, but then it was gone. It was replaced by a sudden glow on her face that surprised him.
'Okay, I've got an idea', she exclaimed, pulling him along with her, outside the bar.
The sudden silence of the street that greeted him was welcoming.
'Where are we going?', he asked not that he really cared.
'Just a little far so we're out of the bar zone', she replied as they walked, their arms linked peacefully.
Asad loved the peaceful midnight stroll with the girl he had just met. She wasn't annoying like those other girls he had dated, she wasn't too boring like the models he had dated either. She was just perfection, he thought.
Stopping a few feets away from the bar, Zoya pulled back her arm and stood in front of Asad beaming at him. The moonlight kept the deserted street lit apart from the streetlight a few feets further.
'What?', Asad asked smiling down at her as she stood in front of him.
'Well, we're alone now', she suggested. 'Won't you ask me for a dance?'
Asad was shocked. This girl was definitely out of this world. He had never met a girl so lively, natural and pleasing before.
'Here?', Asad asked amazed looking around the place. 'In the middle of the street?'
'Yes, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan, right here', she replied wrapping her arms around his neck, closing the gap between their bodies.
Asad's senses weren't with him anymore. Her presence was doing alot to his mind and his body, he no longer trusted himself. He had had many flings with women in his earlier years but no woman's close proximity had managed to tug at his heart along with his lower region organs. He inhaled her jasmine perfume and let it swirl in the back of his senses, reminding him it wasn't just a dream.
'There's no music', he half complained huskily, half begged his lungs to let him speak to make sure it was really happeing.
Zoya walked even closer towards him, guarding his hands over to her petite waist, as she looked into his eyes.
'Listen to the music around you. Listen as the leaves on the trees around you sway', she spoke softly. 'Listen to the sound of cars far far away on the main roads. Listen to the light beats coming in from the bar. Open up your imagination and let the music of the winds hit you'.
Asad closed his eyes and swayed with her on the middle of the road. The smell of her shampoo hitting him, he could almost feel himself listening to the music around him.
'Let yourself drown into the music of the nature. Do you hear the chirps of the crickets? The sweet rythm in the sound of the owls nearby?', she kept speaking into his ear, as softly as a whisper.
Asad swayed her more surely now, his eyes now open, staring into the orbs of the woman he was sure he had fallen in love with. His mouth broke into a smile as he twirled her around and pulled her flush against himself, her tinkling laughter making him the happiest man alive.
The night sky merrily witnessed the couple dancing on the music of nature, appreciating each other's presence, loving each other's company and knowing very well whatever they did would remain something special to each one of them.
'I've never done this before', Asad whispered against her hair as he swayed with her in perfect synchronized steps.
'Neither have I', she replied as she rested her chin on his shoulder, letting him take control of the dance he had just mastered.
'Can this be our song then?', Asad asked, not sure about anything else in life than this.
'Our own perfect song with our own perfect lyrics', Zoya replied, tightening her old around his neck.
Noone knew for how long the two stayed under the moonlit sky, dancing away to the ryhtm of the nature, enjoying their own little personal dance while the rest of the night life world mingled away to the music of their own kind.
A/N:
This the crappiest thing I've ever written. But I'l tell you lot why. It's been a month since I've written anything, and since I'm expected to be back on updating my FF from Wednesday (entrance exam tomorrow and day after), I needed to be back on track. So this is like a practice writing piece! đ
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