down the memory lane- colorful holi- part 3 @ 23-18/4/14

Here is the link for the previous 2...

Take me Mr.Khan..(bhol na halke)"https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3940890/take-memr-khan-an-asya-kabhi-os-part-3-p-21-18-3-14-16

Journey became destination( return journey from mangal pur)-https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3951265/journey-became-destination-mangalpur-episode-an-asya-ts-part-3-18

part 2:https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3952418&TPN=11&#p104594496

part 3:https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/104899554]

The third OS... the colorful holi..

Asad bathroom:

Z: ok.. mr khan.. u also get ready for the holi party... and she turned around towards the door. But she slipped as the floor was filled with water.. and was falling down, and her left hand hit the bathroom slab. Asad was just on time to catch her before she hit the ground, but in the process she sprained her ankle..

Z: oh.. my leg... she cried in pain..

Asad carried wet zoya in his arms into his room, and placed her in his bed carefully...

A: one minute .. Miss farooqie...

He opened his cupboard and brought the first aid box.. and cramp bandage.. and ointment.. he sat by her foot and took her leg and placed in his lap..

Z: mr.khan.. I am ok.. u don't have too.. and as she tried to get up..

A: miss farooqie... chup... bilkul chup... he said with a stern voice...

Zoya was silent for few seconds.. and then she started as usual...

Z: mr.khan.. it is ok... I will manage...

Asad made his trademark signature of hands over his forehead.. and then he smiled as if he caught an idea.. and he looked at zoya..

A: zoya... Statue...

And there she became statue in his bed... asad saw the other evening.. when he came back from office to see zoya standing on the sofa.. like a statue.. even after him scolding her solid 3 minutes she stood there , till najma came back and said release.. he understood the stupid game of them and walked into his room murmuring... incredibly foolish.. as he came back for dinner.. he heard zoya boasting to najma... that she always win the game of statue.. and to keep her record.. he know she will be a statue now..

He placed her leg on his lap softly. And heard her wince slightly in pain.. he took the ointment and applied on the swell slightly.. and zoya held her hands to the pillow to grip.. and he looked at her, till she looked back at him. With his eyes assuring her, he slowly massaged the swollen area on the leg.. and could feel the nerve there. Slightly with high pressure he tried to pull it.. and she closed her eyes in pain. She could feel a chill breeze on her legs. She opened to see asad bednig down by her legs and blowing on her leg.. to soothe the pain. He looked up to see a shy smile on her face. He pulled each finger of her leg, to make the nerve normal... and each activity of him was opening million doors inside her heart.

Then he sprayed the pain reliever and then tied the crap bandage on her leg, and then softly kept the leg back on bed. He looked at zoya.. and her eyes were asking him to release her now as he finished his job..

A: no.. not yet... ur leg need rest.. the moment I release u.. u will jump up and down and will do more damge to them... so stay still and he winked at her.

Zoya was astonished by this behavior of asad.. she could sense the growth in their relation.. something is happening between them.. she just couldn't name it loud... bcoz she was not sure of what asad feels about it.

He brought back a towel, an sat close to her and dried her hair and then her face. The eyes held on to each other and hand was working on its own, his hand pulled her chin up and dried her neck. He could see the red color in the towel. As he took the left hand, she winced, he remembered that her hand is also hurt.. and he kept them on his lap, and zoya tried to pull it awsy, he kept it there in firm position.

A: miss farooqie.. he said in a stern voice.. and slowly raised her sleeve.. and her scars came into his view and he gasped looking at them. As he looked up, he saw closed eyes of zoya with tears running down the cheeks. He knows the tears are not due to the pain..

Zoya felt something caress her cheeks , as she opened her eyes, she saw asad kissing away the tears. His eyes held her eyes, and w ith the eye lock, he raised her hands to his lips, and kissed her scars.. he slowlu caressed the whole scar tissue with his lips.. but the eyes never lost the contact. Zoya eyes cried once again.. but the tears were happy tears.. bcoz at that moment.. asad gave the name to the something that is happening between them... LOVE😳.. .. his action emoted them fully to her. And a shy smile formed on her face, and her eyes closed once again to relish the feeling.

She felt a hot breeze in her lips, and opened her eyes to see asad sitting right in front of her, and his eyes expressed the same.. he went a bit closer to her face and whispered on her lips..

A: release zoya...

As soon as he released her, her hands crpet slowly on his shoulders and her lips brushed his... his lips and his hands echoed her actions, and they shared their first kiss.. a small peck of their lips... and then zoya hugged asad tighly to her and whispered..

Z: happy holi... asad..

A: happy holi ... zoya..

Though both their lives were filled with black and white... but the presence of each other... in each other life.. added color... to their life..

The end..

Happy holi... everyone...

I could feel my FF readers.. asking about an update there...

By tomorrow.. I will update...

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