SS:Reminiscing mangalpur. updated! ch5. pg29.(23/09) - Page 12

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The dawn had split into a beautiful morning, and the first rays of sunlight shimmered against the glass window sashaying their way into the room.

The breeze continuously slapping against the wind chime, emanating a sweet tinkling melody. It was a cheerful day. And yet zoya couldn't stop thinking about all that had occurred within the last 3 days, nor the impending fear of what lay ahead for both of them. Inevitably, all those thoughts had led her back to mr.Khan, one way or the other.

Currently, she lay staring at the ceiling contemplating the change that had been occurring in their relationship ever since he'd wrapped his arm around her and cried in the middle of the forest. She had quickly wrote his actions as a onetime occurrence due to his own grief and trauma. However she had noticed he had comforted her all the way back in the tractor. He had Let her stay in his arms and cared for her in a way she never thought he was capable of. And not just after her near death in the forest but even before that he had protected her, fed her when she was handcuffed and protected her from the goons. It led her to ponder how their relationship was changing, and several times, she's wanted to ask him what had happened to the real Asad Ahmed Khan.

She didn't though.

She enjoyed the attention too much.

She was in an awe of his fighting skills. He truly acted as her knight in shining Armour pssst scratch that, he was her knight in black pathani she corrected herself with a wide grin. She couldn't stop thinking how Every time he fought His taut jaws and the fierce look in his eyes made him look even more handsome then he already was, His suave stance and his raging six-packs visible through his shirts were enough for her to melt in a puddle of goo.

He was far above the average.

She felt his presence , even before he could knock on her door. And right on cue she heard him knock...sighing at his chivalry after all their staying in a single battered room she gave him the permission Come in Mr.khan"

He opened the door and looked at her. She looked slightly disheveled and her hair was tangled in wide curls... But it did not matter to him. He decided right then that bed hair suited her best. The wild hair, eyes barely open, her voice almost a soft purr...she had him already, looking like a vixen. He looked away.

"How did you know it was me?" He asked still without looking at her.

"I always know when it's you" she replied looking at him pointedly.

His eyes immediately met hers and he found himself groping for words to answer her but words left him.

"Anyway what is it that you want with me?" Closing her eyes and mentally kicking herself, she spoke again "I mean why did you come here?" She stuttered.

He looked slightly flushed at her words.

Serves him right for getting me embarrassed she thought.

"Uhhh woh ...uhhh".

"Mr.khan take your time I am waiting " she said while leaning on the head board and stretching to get the sleep out of her limbs.

" Woh...ammi...yeah ammi called you for breakfast." Saying that he scurried out of the room not waiting for her answer thinking to himself how he had suddenly turned into a blubbering mess because of the woman inside calling out his name repeatedly. He massaged the bridge between his brows and thought of things he could do to stop this new unwanted attraction and emotions. The only answer that came to him was ignorance. He has to stay away from her no matter what. He picked up his newspaper and went to the breakfast table, halfway through Ms. Farooqui joined them looking radiant as ever and cracking her infamous shayari's , but he knew better although this joking around had distracted his ammi and najma into believing all was fine, he could see right through that tinkling laughter , she was shaken, scared out of her wits. She was trying to mask her own fear once again only so that his amii or najma would not worry of anything being wrong.

How can someone be so selfless and manage to smile after the events of the past. He himself had hidden everything from his amii but did not have courage enough to look into her eyes and behave as if nothing was wrong. How can miss. Farooqui do this!?

He glanced at zoya and found that she too was looking straight at him. Lost. He felt he could drown in those eyes forever. How would he ignore her when all he wanted to do was sit here and admire her all day. That beautiful face of her.

She gave him a soft smile and continued with her eating.

"Allah miyan phoopi I could eat these paratha's for ages, I feel I have not eaten in days."

"Why? Didn't you have delicious food in mangalpur?".

"Ohh I did, in fact the best food is when someone else feeds you when you are handcuffed!". She muttered under her breath.

The newspaper slipped out of asad's hands, stunned he looked at her and was surprised when she saw her blush furiously.

"Zoya??" Dilshad asked again.

"Ye...yes...yes phupphi? "

"I asked, Didn't you have delicious food in mangalpur? "

"I did! I did phupphi! Hai na mr.khan? ".She looked at him and teased him.

Dilshad looked at asad and found him with his mouth half open. "Asad, what happened ? Is everything fine? You did like the food, didn't you ?".

He cleared his throat and spoke ..."Yes ammi the food was delicious. And also the plates and setting."

"Plates? Asad what are you implying? ".

"Plates ammi! They were arranged according to my liking. You know Very clean and the fork and knives placed just the way I like it, by a lady in red".

He looked directly at Zoya, remembering the way she had arranged the dishes and everything according to him during the wedding dinner.

Zoya paled at his words and started stuffing her mouth with parathas.

Well Miss.Farooqui...here's a taste of your own medicine Asad smirked and left the dining table.

Holy smoke! He remembers! Okk! Breathe Zoya breathe. Arrrghhh this is simply unbelievable! I am Zoya! Zoya Farooqui for Christ sake. There's nothing Zoya Farooqui can't do! I have an answer to everything... I am strong and bold enough for any challenge that comes my way...but a certain Mr.khan has me stumped. Looking at him now I might just end up in a mass of slimy puddle. The nerve of that man! Teasing me and smirking like that...god! Tell me how he manages to be infuriating just now and the very next instance can make my organs flutter in excitement! Sometimes I don't know whether to smash him and wipe that nasty smirk off his face or kiss him senseless...

Uhhh kisss ? Zoya? Your brains dead. You do not want to kiss him ...she thought rationally think about the amount of rows they have managed to pull up since she entered the khan villa.

And then she heard a tinkling laughter "Zoya, Zoya, Zoya...you want to kiss him. Admit it! It's written all over your face." Well go take a look ... He probably even has that slight stubble you find alluring". Her inner goddess spoke out of nowhere. Unwillingly Zoya got up and made way to his room... and carefully tried to peak a look at his handsome face..." Ask him! Ask him, ask him! "Her brain chanted...

And then she heard her name...

beuatifully written...

luv the way they are teasing each other...

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