My Handsome Stalker
Zoya laughed at something her friend Maha said as they walked on the road, giggling and talking and cracking jokes on about almost everything under the sun. They were engrossed in their gossip and didn't pay attention to the glances they received from other people and definitely not the appreciative look being passed from a particular someone to Zoya. She looked ethereal, like an angel in that white and baby pink churidaar, the dupatta flowed elegantly in the air and her hair played with the wind. Her eyes were twinkling with joy and her face was glowing. The stranger smiled as he looked at the beauty in front of him and he made his way towards her. Zoya who was unmindful of the looks she was receiving continued walking until they heard the rumble of the engine of a motor bike. They slowed and turned to watch a young man probably in his late 20s on an impressive bike, he looked muscular and well-built but his face was hidden behind his helmet. Zoya knew he was another one of those abundant roadside romeos who would start with their silly antics to woo any girl they lay their eyes on. She rolled her eyes and continued walking, her friend kept stealing looks at that obviously handsome young man. As they walked the bike moved beside them too, matching their speed. Zoya increased her pace and so did the bike, she was quickly losing her cool and she gave a dirty look to the man who remain undeterred and continued to stalk her so brazenly. Finally she got so annoyed she stopped abruptly and turned to look at the man.
"Listen you mister since you are so keen on following me I was planning to go to the police station why don't you follow me there too?" She yelled at him and stomped towards the nearest police station. The man chuckled at her feisty nature and went away but not because of the fear of any police. They could go to hell for all he cared.
The next day Zoya walked out of her university and her friend immediately spotted the similar bike from yesterday. She gestured Zoya towards the bike and to the same man leaning on his bike but this time he didn't have his helmet on. He indeed was one of the most handsome man, someone who could give Adonis a run for his money, er, looks and someone who definitely did not resemble a typical roadside romeo. To say Zoya was impressed by his good looks would be putting it too mildly but she didn't show her appreciation. He was being irritating and such people do not deserve any girl's attention. Maha was absolutely smitten by his boyish charms and grinned goofily at him. Zoya pulled Maha away from her drooling and they began walking home. Maha tugged at her hand and said,
"C'mon Zoya you gotta admit he is so handsome." She giggled and turned to see if he was following again but he wasn't.
"Shut up Maha he is not nice."
"How'd you know?" she narrowed her eyes.
"Because no good' guy from a nice family will stalk a girl like this."
"Oh so you'd rather he talks to you." Maha teased and ran away as Zoya chased her.
The next day the man was there again, poised outside her university leaning against his bike waiting to get a glimpse of her. Zoya could take no more of his nonsense and walked up to him letting him know in a cold voice how disgusted she is with such a behaviour and how she doesn't believe in entertaining such persons in her life. It was better for him to stop this nonsense lest she'll be forced to take action. Zoya kept shouting at him and all he said by the end of her tirade was,
"You have a beautiful voice." With that compliment he got on his bike and rode off leaving a stunned and fuming Zoya behind. That was the first time she had heard his voice and his voice sent shivers down her spine, in a good way of course which angered her more. She stomped her foot like a petulant child and walked back to her friend.
This continued, he would always be there outside her university and Zoya learnt to ignore him. She lied to everyone even him but she couldn't lie to herself that every day as she walked out of those gates her eyes went towards that same spot where he would always be there smiling that dazzling, dimpled smile of his, and she would always smile back, although inwardly but she would. She had known that her anger had long ago evaporated but she needed to be tough so as to not encourage such type of behaviour ever again. It was wrong, didn't he know the number of girls being harassed like this every day. In these days she had done some background research of her own and realized he actually was from a well-off family and yet he continued to behave like a total jackass.
It was the last day of Zoya's university and then it would be shut for a month as the vacations commenced. Every student was happy and making different plan on how to spend this vacation. The sky was covered with dark black clouds and looked like it would rain so everyone scurried off to their home. Maha was not with Zoya this time, she had to go to her aunt's place and so she couldn't accompany Zoya to her home so Zoya decided to get a bus instead of walking back home. One of the reasons she hated public transport was that it took ages for the bus to come and she stood there in the now empty bus stop as it rained heavily. Her hair was wet and so was her back and the sides of her dupatta which was exposed to the rain as she stood under the thin and small roof of the bus stop looking at her watch and at the road ahead every now and then. She looked at the drops of water leaking from a hole in the roof and lifted her hand, to gather them in her palm letting the cold water fall on her hand drip by drip. She was bored and this was the only pass time she could think of. Her concentration was broken by the similar voice of the engine of a bike and she dropped her hands to look at the source of the noise. He stayed there on his bike in the pouring rain drenched from head to toe. He waited there, probably for her to get on the bike but she remained adamant and continued ignoring him like always. He got off his bike and stood in front of her leaving her no option but to look at him.
"It's raining heavily come I'll drop you home."
"Shut up! I don't even know you or your name I'm not going anywhere with you mister." She was lying. She knew him and his name, something she came to know while doing her research on her stalker.
"My name is Asad and I'm not a rapist if that's what you are worried about I've had several chances to do that if that was my intention. This place is not safe for you to be standing alone so come with me."
"But I wasn't standing alone I knew you would be hiding somewhere watching me from far like..." before any other word could leave her mouth he grabbed her, pulling her closer to him and pressed his lips on her. She gasped both because of the suddenness of the kiss and because of the way his lips felt divine on hers. She didn't want to pull away in fact she pushed herself closer and even kissed him back. His tongue touched the seam of her lips urging her to open up and she did, his tongue plunged inside kissing her mouth thoroughly, their tongues fought for dominance and teeth gnashed. Her hand found their way in his silky hair pulling at it and her finger scraping his scalp letting out a growl from him. He brought her closer and angled his mouth for more access as he continued to devour her mouth, her lips were swollen with his wild kiss but she didn't care, she knew she had fallen for her stalker long back and she had only intended on giving him a hard time for using this method of approaching a woman. He pulled away when their lungs burned due to lack of oxygen and rested his head on hers cupping her cheeks. She blushed furiously and looked down, Asad's face broke in a wide grin looking at the crimson on her cheek and rubbed the spot of blush on her face with his thumb pads.
"Are you ready to come home with me now, after all I have to talk to your parents too." He teased and pulled her closer. Zoya nodded and hid her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around her handsome stalker.
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A/N - And that was a buttload of shit! I'm sorry if you found it too vague or unrealistic or if some of the feminists here like me found it to be giving a wrong message I'm really sorry but this was a demand by Sunny who wanted a tapori kiss! I just couldn't imagine Asad in that character so I tweaked the story a bit. A fair warning to all girls this is just a piece of fiction which was a demand please do not entertain such behaviour from anyone no matter how handsome the guy is, go tell your parents if you are being stalked and report to the police. Nothing would have happened to Zoya as it was an OS but do not take such situations lightly in real life!
Thank you!
Love,
Sadie!
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