#WeSupportKSG AsYa FF: Truth To Be Told Thread 2 link Pg1 - Page 11

Chapter 2: You are adorable

Yu Palke Bicha Kar Tera Intjar Karte Hai
Ye Wo Gunah Hai Jo Hum Bar Bar Karte Hai
Jalakar Hasrat Ki Rah Par Chirag
Hum Subah Aur Sham Tere Milane Ka Intjar Karte Hai..!!!

A small smile tugged at his lips as he read the shayari. It perfectly described his situation. From the moment he saw Zoya, his heart is anticipating the time when he will in move into her house. He knew it's been only a matter of one night and she will be in front of him, but who will make his fluttering heart understand that. So instead of having a comforting sleep, here he was in the balcony of his hotel room surfing through the net reading random shayaris. It may sound ridiculous, but truth to be told, he was smitten by her and he knew only the presence of her can calm his over working heart. He waited and waited for the night to end so that he can have a glimpse of her. And that moment came after 6 long hours of sleepless night.

He was ready even before the sun rise. He had taken leave from his work as he wanted to shift to her house. He hired a taxi and checked out of the hotel. He was growing impatient as his taxi stuck in traffic.

After an hour which felt like ages for Asad, he reached her house. He took a deep breath and pressed the calling bell. As he started hearing footsteps approaching the door, his heart started beating faster and faster.

Hi breath stuck in his throat as the door opened. There she was in a lavender colour kurti and pyjama, an apron tied around her and her hair tied in a messy bun. She had flour patches on her face which indicated him that she was cooking. But despite all these she was looking absolutely breathtaking. Her wide eyes, scrunched eyebrows and nose in confusion, everything was adorable, not to forget the cute pout formed by her lips.

"Erm... who's that?"

Asad was broken out of his drooling session by the question.

"Good morning, it's me Asad Ahmed Khan."

He noticed the sudden coloring of her cheeks and her widening eyes.

"Good morning Mr. Khan. Please come inside. I am sorry for making you wait outside."

And with that he was led inside.

***(@)***

As he lay down in the bed in his new room, he couldn't help but to sigh satisfied. He felt home. He remembered the way Zoya offered to cook lunch for him. Even though he was apprehensive first due to her blindness, her sheer determination proved him wrong. She moved perfectly in the kitchen like she is not blind at all. He was awed by the perfection in the food she cooked.

"Mr. Khan, dinner is ready"

He smiled as he heard her shouting from the kitchen. Getting up he walked towards the dining table to taste yet another Zoya Magic'.

***(@)***

Asad was not wrong. She again wrapped his taste buds in her little finger with her mouthwatering delicacies. He munched, chewed and savored even the tiny bits of the food she served him. He looked at her who was looking at him with a smile which held her dimples in display. One look at her in that moment and no one would say she is blind. He was amazed by her skills. He wondered how could she cook perfectly. Without further thought he blurted out what was in his mind.

"Mmm... this is amazing Ms. Farooqui. How did you learn to cook? One taste of your food and no one will say that you are blind."

And her face fell. He bit his tongue as he realized that he forgot to sensor his thoughts. He looked at her who had pained expression in her face. He decided to apologize to her. But before he could do that he saw Zoya starting to speak.

"Thanks for the compliment Mr. Khan. I know it's difficult for us blind people to cook. But I have cooked all in my life. You see I have lost my parents when I was 15. From that day onwards I am cooking for myself. Let's just say when you don't have anyone to take care of, you tend to learn to take care of yourself. That's what made me a good cook I guess."

He felt bad, real bad for acting as a jerk. Even though she had a smile while saying all these he didn't miss out the pain behind that. He swallowed the lump formed in his throat as he processed her words. She was truly a fighter, thought Asad. The rest of the dinner was quite affair.

***(@)***

Zoya started wiping the kitchen slabs with cloth as Asad offered to wash off the plate. They both did their work quietly. Zoya washed the dirty cloth in sink water. Squeezing the water out properly, she walked towards the racket to place the cloth. She did and turned around to go only to be slipped due to the water fall down on the floor. She let out a scream as she failed to regain her balance. Hoping for the worse she closed her eyes in fear ready to embrace the pain she will receive. But nothing happened. She felt herself engulfed in a pair or arms which blocked her fall. Suspended in the midair she realized, the arms belong to none another than Asad.

Asad watched her wiping the kitchen slabs. He didn't want her to do all the work hence offered to help her which she reluctantly agreed. As he washed the plates he saw her walking towards the rack to place the cloth. He didn't fail to notice the water on the floor. Before he could warn her he saw her slipping and letting out a scream. In a reflex, he moved forward and caught her in his arms. He looked at her who had her eyes closed in fear. He couldn't help but to smile at that. Even in that state she looked adorable for him. Or is it that anything to relate to her became adorable for him now?