BROKEN WINGS - AsYa SS, chapter 7 updated,PG 85 (17/8) - Page 20

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Okay so Zainab didn't know! I hopee she mentions the accident and the famous other man to zoya...may be by mistake or something! Can't actually wait for zoya to find out! *sheepish smile*

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Yeah such people's lives are really sad! :/
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P.S. I already like Asad Khan 😆

All you need to do is to post the next chapter and make me like him more! 😛

By the way when are you going to update the Santa one? 😊

hehe... lets see how Zoya regains memory.. i planned to make it more dramatic...😉

so you have started liking Asad Khan.😆... Asad Khan is what Hollywood calls him, but his real name even here is AAK...

Ok i will hopefully post next chapter tomorrow... should make you like him more right?😉

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Asad Khan...Asad Ahmed Khan...the love of my life! <3

Drama is always more than welcome.

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Hi everyone,

Here is Chapter 3.. sorry i could not update it on the day i promised some of you... something came up and then half of what i wrote i didn't like and so had to re write it again... wanted this chapter to be perfect and i tried... hope you all will like the effort... This Chapter is neither Zoya nor Asad's flash back... it's past from Author's point of view.

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CHAPTER 3:

France, 8 months back:

Zoya put the last few remaining things in to her already packed suitcase, closed it and smiled excitedly.

"You really want to do this Zoe?" her friend Michelle with whom she had being living for the past 2 weeks entered her room and questioned Zoya. Michelle was half American and half French and Zoya and Michelle were together at high school, and even after Michelle shifted to France they had always kept in touch and their friendship remained intact. And when Zoya had told her that she was coming to Paris to do a Fashion designing course, Michelle had insisted that she stay with her in her apartment.

"I am positive Michelle... as I told you earlier I don't want to go home so soon. I am sure that the minute I land there my father will start talking about my marriage and I don't want to face that... and I have always wanted to travel around Europe and till now I didn't get the chance to do it... so now I am going to do it and enjoy myself."

"But alone Zoe?... why don't you change your mind and come with us to Italy?" Michelle and her boyfriend who was from Italy had planned a long spring - summer vacation at Italy where Michelle was going to meet his parents and prepare for their upcoming wedding as well and Michelle had been asking Zoya to join them. But Zoya wanted to travel around Europe on her own.

"Michelle, like we discussed earlier, I will make Italy my last destination and will spend some time with you there... but I really want to do this. I want to enjoy myself independently on my own... who knows how it will be after I get married... my husband may not like travelling and may not even allow me to go as well."

"Zoe, I seriously don't understand some things about your culture... I mean you are born and brought up in America, your parents are American, but still look at you... you say your father wants you to marry a man of his choice and you have sort of accepted that as your fate... and on top of that you talk as if you have to be tied to him forever even if he turns out to be someone whom you cannot tolerate and adjust with... if you cannot get along with him you can always get a divorce right?" Michelle asked annoyed.

"I know that there is something called as divorce as well... but as you just said our culture is very different. And despite being Americans most of our families follow the traditions and cultures and in most ways it's a good thing...i will never say it's a bad thing to stick to our own culture. But yea in certain ways it's a disadvantage. Like when it comes to divorce, that is not common among us. And we are brought up to believe that marriage is a life time commitment and once married we should stick by it no matter what"

"Alright Zoe.. though it's hard for me to understand your ways, I can understand what you feel right now and why you want to go roaming around Europe on your own... so I won't try to stop you anymore... go and enjoy... who knows, you might even meet someone special and forget about your father's proposal." Michelle laughed and winked.

"Thanks Michelle... you are the best... don't worry about me. I will be ok... you just go to Italy and meet your In Laws and have a good time with them." Zoya hugged Michelle, said goodbye and left for the month long vacation she had planned.

Zoya sat in the first class cabin of the train admiring the view outside. She was traveling to Nice and from there to the town of Eze, where she had booked a hotel for five days. She had always dreamt of visiting the French Riviera and so she had made it as her first stop. And although it would have been easy if she had taken a flight to Nice, she took the train from Paris to Nice; she loved travelling in trains. And as the train traveled through the beautiful French country side with its wine yards and small towns and villages, she was glad she took the long train ride instead of a flight. And then as the train approached the Riviera, the view was breathtaking and she could not wait to explore the area.

She took a cab from Nice to Eze. The hotel she had booked at Eze was an expensive luxury hotel and she had initially felt a little bit guilty in spending so much money. But then she dismissed it. Her father had made a bank account in her name when she turned twenty and till now she had hardly used any money in her account and her credit card too had a huge balance and she could certainly afford every luxury in the world. She was after all the sole beneficiary of her father's wealth. But she had never behaved like a rich princess and had always led her life like any other ordinary girl and that was the reason why she had initially felt guilty in spending so much money on this trip. But then she was determined to enjoy herself this time and enjoy in style.

When Zoya got checked in to the hotel, it was mid afternoon. She liked the beautiful decor of her room. It even had an attached balcony with a table and chairs where she could sit and enjoy the view. And the view was breathtaking. Her room faced the ocean front and from across the distance she could see the glistening Mediterranean Sea. And on the other side she could see the sloping hill side towns dotted with charming buildings. And then she looked down into the hotel grounds and saw that it had a large pool which occupied almost the whole terrace of one floor and the terrace below it was a beautiful landscaped garden.

Everything about the hotel and the surroundings looked peaceful and serene and that was the reason why she chose the hotel as the base from where she was going to explore the Riviera. She did not want to stay in any of the fancy towns like Monaco, Nice or Cannes. She wanted to see the glitz and glamour of them as well but she had planned to visit them as day trips. And Nice was the first on her list which she planned to visit next day.

She freshened up, changed her clothes and wondered what she should do rest of the day. She was tired after the journey so she did not feel like going out anywhere that day, but she did not feel like sitting in her room as well. And finally she decided to go down and stroll in the hotel gardens or perhaps sit beside the pool and enjoy the view.

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Asad Ahmed Khan sat in front of the Piano kept in one of the rooms of his large two bedroom suite. He was playing with some notes and trying to practice. It had been a week since he had been staying at that hotel. He had always loved the French Riviera; it gave him inspiration and it calmed his mind. He loved the weather and the atmosphere; the only thing he could not stand was the crowd especially during high season. Hence whenever he visited, he always avoided the major towns and resorts and preferred a quieter spot in a quieter town and that was how he came to this hotel in Eze this time. And he did not regret his choice; the hotel offered every comfort he needed and tucked in a quiet corner of the town it appeared very private and offered excellent views and the exclusivity of the hotel means it was not crowded.

And he was glad he had come there. A week back he was in LA feeling restless and somehow dissatisfied with his life. He had been trying to compose a new piece of music since last three months but it didn't come to his level of satisfaction and he felt frustrated.

But actually speaking there was no reason for him to feel so dissatisfied with his life. Career wise he was at a great stage in his life. He had always loved music; particularly the Piano and he had been playing it since he was seven years old. So it was not a surprise to even his parents when he chose to play Piano professionally. Initially he was just a performer playing other famous people's music; but within the last five years he had composed three pieces of music which had become famous and he had become famous.

And then last year, to his surprise he was offered a movie by a famous production house. The movie was about the life story of an orphan boy who lived during the late 19^th century, who struggled with his poverty and overcame it and grew to become a famous Pianist; but his life took another turn when he met a rich socialite with whom he fell in love with. The woman was already married and refused to divorce her husband and it left him shattered. His music suffered and he was completely broken when he met another orphan boy at a road side. He offered the boy shelter at his home, and the boy's struggle with life reminded him of his earlier days and he once again made up his mind to pursue his career in music and to make his life successful. The man and the boy inspired each other and helped in turning a new leaf in others life.

Asad was not really interested in acting in a movie but the story intrigued him and it gave him opportunity to perform as a pianist so he had ultimately accepted the offer. The movie became a success; but more than becoming a box office hit it was appreciated by critics. Asad's acting was especially well appreciated. And since the release of the movie he had been getting offers from well known producers and directors in Hollywood but till now he had not accepted anything. If he had, he would perhaps be on the way to become one of the most sought after actors in Hollywood. So there was no actual reason for him to be dissatisfied with life and feel so restless. And then he thought may be a change of atmosphere would do him good and would clear his mind, and he came to French Riviera which was one of his favorite places on the earth, and one he frequently visited.

An hour later, Asad got up from his Piano, went out to his balcony and stretched out his limbs. He admired the view across his balcony and then his gaze shifted down to the hotel gardens and the pool. May be it was time, he ventured out of his room and enjoyed that beckoning pool outside. He enjoyed swimming and made it a point to swim daily but usually he did it at night. But today the pool looked inviting and he had nothing planned to do that afternoon. And his neck and arms ached from sitting at the Piano for so long, so a swim would definitely help.

He changed in to his swimming shorts, draped a towel around his neck, took an extra pair of clothes to change back and headed out. When he reached it, the pool was almost deserted. The other two occupants were far away at one corner of the pool and they looked like a couple enjoying being together more than the swimming; and since it was a large pool, Asad almost felt that he was alone there and he enjoyed the peace and the solitude. He swam for about twenty minutes and then was floating on his back, face up, enjoying the sun when he suddenly felt as if someone had intruded his peace.

Zoya came to the terrace where the swimming pool was situated. She stood near the railings at the edge for a while and then walked towards the sundeck. She wore her sunglass and sat on a lounge chair facing the pool. And it was then she noticed the man floating on the pool. She had seen him swimming when she came out initially but he did not catch her attention then. But now seeing him floating close to where she was sitting she could not help in looking at him. And when she did something drew her to him and she could not take her eyes off him. He had such a perfectly toned well sculpted body. She could not see his face well from the angle she was sitting but from what she could see she knew that he had an equally spectacular, handsome face. But it was not only his good looks that drew her attention to him; there was something else about him which she found intriguing.

And while Zoya was scrutinizing him, he suddenly turned around on his stomach and looked at her. Caught off guard, she immediately looked away embarrassed. But out of the corner f her eyes, she saw him swim up to the steps and climb out of the pool and walk away.

Asad went to the shower area, washed himself and changed to his dry clothes. But instead of going back to his room, he came back to the poolside and lay down on the lounge chair next to the one on which the girl was resting. He knew that she was once again eying him through her shades and he wore his own and did the same. He wasn't a person who openly admired women but he could not help in admiring this girl. She was petite but the mid thigh length shorts she was wearing revealed well shaped, toned legs that appeared much longer than they actually were; and he was fascinated.

His gaze then shifted upwards to her face. He saw that she had beautiful straight raven hair that was cut in layers and the short layers in front framed her angular face making it softer. Since her eyes were covered with shades he could not see them but he somehow knew that they would be beautiful. His gaze then shifted to her pert little nose which he was sure would turn up cutely when she scrutinized something or when she was irritated with something. Next his gaze shifted to her lips. They were firm and large but he was sure they would feel soft as a petal if he touched them. And he found them the sexiest feature of her, and a sudden unfamiliar desire coursed through him and he longed to touch them with his own.

Asad was suddenly jerked out of his thoughts when the girl got up and walked away. He glanced at her receding back and shook his head. He could not believe the thoughts that went through his mind a moment ago; it was so unlike him to get attracted to a girl he had laid his eyes on just a while ago. In fact he had been around many beautiful and glamorous women but he had never felt that urge to check them out and had never really been fascinated by them. So he wondered what had happened just now and who the young woman was.

Zoya went to her room and thought of taking a nap. She was just drifting off to sleep when the image of the handsome man at the pool flashed across her mind. She opened her eyes and started thinking of him once again. She wondered who it was. Something had drawn her towards him and she knew that it was not just because he was a handsome man; there was something else about him that drew her to him, and she felt as if she knew him. And that was the reason why she had scrutinized him so unabashedly at first, but then he came to know that she had been looking at him and she had become conscious and ruffled. After that she didn't have the guts to look at him directly. And then he had come back and had lain down near to her chair and she knew that he had looked at her just the way she had been looking at him and she had suddenly become conscious of herself like never before. And that was the reason why she had left from there so suddenly. And now she was once again thinking of him wondering who it was and why she felt so drawn to him.

Zoya finally drifted off to sleep and woke up two hours later refreshed and energetic. She thought of going down for dinner and started getting ready. She wore a beautiful sleeveless plain white dress that had a high boat neck in front and deep V neck at the back. Below the waist, the dress flared as a skirt that fell just below her knees, and the dress hugged her body and emphasized her curves. It was one of her own creations that she had designed during her course. And she accessorized it with just a hanging single pearl earring and a pearl bracelet. She looked simple, elegant and beautiful.

She came down and wondered where to go for dinner. The hotel had two restaurants and one offered Buffet dinner while the other was run by a famous chef and served classic French cuisine. She did not feel like sitting for a seven course dinner all alone so she opted to go to the buffet.

When she entered the restaurant it was quite full and she was just wondering where to sit when she noticed that the restaurant had an open terrace area as well. She took a drink and went out to the terrace and stood near the railings admiring the view. After a while, thinking of sitting down at a table, she turned around and then stood frozen at the spot seeing the man who had just come out to the terrace and was now walking towards the direction in which she stood. This time she saw his face clearly and was shocked when she recognized him. She could not believe it was him and she could not believe that she was finally seeing him face to face after years.

"Asad..." she could not help in whispering to herself just as he passed her. She did not think he would hear her, but he did and he turned towards her and their eyes met. Asad stared at her questioningly and Zoya felt flustered under his gaze and she lowered her gaze and walked away. It was obvious to her that he did not recognize her. But this time when he looked at her eyes, even Asad felt that he knew her from somewhere and he wondered where he had met her.

She took her food and came back to the terrace and sat at an empty table kept on a far corner of the terrace away from the others. She had just started eating when she felt the presence of someone. She looked up to see Asad standing in front of her table.

"May I?" he asked indicating to the chair opposite to her and the only thing she could do was nod in answer. She suddenly felt as if the food she was about to swallow would choke her and hastily she took the glass of water and took sips from it.

Asad sat in front of her and they ate silently for a while.

"Umm, can I ask you something?" Asad looked up and stared at Zoya questioningly and Zoya nodded.

"Do you know me? I mean I heard you say my name as if you just realized who I was."

Zoya did not immediately know what to say and how to answer this sudden question of his. Should she tell him that she knew him?

"That's not surprising isn't it? You are a famous person and people would naturally recognize you when they see you." Zoya evaded telling him the truth and Asad looked at her and smiled.

"True... Then let me rephrase my question. Do I know you? Please don't take this in a wrong way... but I really feel as if I know you and I feel as if we have met before but I can't remember where... but I really want to know whether we have met before or not."

Zoya sat staring at her food and toyed with it with her fork but her thoughts were of Asad and what he just said. She felt a little sad knowing Asad did not recognize her but then she understood that it was possible. He had never seen her since they were kids. At least he felt that he knew her and now he genuinely wanted to know who she was.

"Actually we knew each other long back." Zoya finally whispered.

"Long back?" Asad was bewildered.

"Yea long time ago... we were just kids. I was your neighbor and our parents used to be close friends."

"Zoya right!" Asad suddenly said in wonder and Zoya smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"I can't believe it. You look so different now... I am sorry I did not recognize you."

"It's OK... like you just said I look very different and we have never met since childhood... and I just realized that may be even I would not have recognized you , had you not been famous and had I not seen your pictures on articles about you on papers etc." Zoya laughed a little.

"I guess being famous has its own advantages then." Asad laughed and raised his eye brow.

"Like?" Zoya raised her own eye brow and smiled in amusement.

"Like, you recognized me when you saw me tonight and as a result now we know who we are... but if I am not famous you wouldn't have recognized me and we would have ignored each other even after seeing each other right?... and we would have missed this chance of knowing each other after so many years." Asad smiled and Zoya laughed.

They remembered their childhood and how Zoya had always tagged behind Asad. One particular memory was the way Zoya loved frocks and how she would often wear them even at home. And one day Asad had invited her to play basket ball at his backyard. His Abbu had just put the basket for him and the first person he thought of inviting was Zoya. And Zoya came wearing a beautiful pink frock and Asad had teased her saying she dressed up like a princess where ever she went and who would come to play basketball wearing a frock. And from that day onwards he had started calling her Princess and would always tease her whenever he saw her in a frock and ultimately she had stopped wearing frocks. But Asad was by then too fond of calling her Princess and he continued to address her that way.

"Hi Princess... it's so good meet you again." Asad smiled and Zoya laughed. When they thought about it they had so many fond memories of them together as children and they kept on reminiscing them.

The dinner ended but they ordered a coffee and sat and talked for another one hour. Asad was fascinated by Zoya, he could not believe that the cute slightly chubby little girl to whom he used to tease and call princess had grown up to be such a beautiful young woman. When they were young, she was just a cute little girl with whom he had played and hung around with; but now the woman sitting in front of him was a beautiful, charming young woman whom he found attractive and fascinating like no one else and he wanted to get to know her, he wanted to get to know the woman she had become. He was intrigued like never before.

Zoya on the other hand was overwhelmed by his presence. She was finding it hard to believe that she was sitting in front of him and talking to him. She had always liked him since childhood and had never forgotten him. While growing up as a teenager also, she had always remembered him and wondered where and how he was and what he was doing. In her mind the image of him had always been imprinted as her Prince. But then as years passed and she became an adult, the fascination she had for him as a child vanished and she thought of him less often but still she had never really forgotten him.

And then it was about four years back that she again saw him but it was on a magazine article. It was after his first music composition became famous. And seeing the grown up Asad, she was once again fascinated. She remembered cutting the article and hiding it inside a novel she was reading and admiring him. But after few days she felt stupid for behaving like a star struck teenager and she had kept the book away. But even after that whenever she saw an article about him she would always read it thoroughly and absorb all the information she could get from it regarding Asad, and when his movie got released she had even gone to the first day first show and had seen it. And so it was not a surprise that she was spellbound seeing him sitting in front her and talking and laughing with her.

Next day Zoya got up early and took a bus ride to Nice. She explored the town and the shops. To her surprise, it was a haven for shopping and although she did not buy too many things, she still loved exploring the shops. And she loved the museums and the art galleries. And in the afternoon she roamed around the beach.

Asad on the other hand spent a restless day at the hotel. His thoughts kept on wandering to Zoya even while he was practicing on the Piano. He knew that she had gone to Nice; last night she had told him about her trip and why she was there and how she had the rest of her vacation planned. And he knew that she would be gone from there in five days and he could not help in feeling restless about it. He wanted to see her again and he wanted to get to know her more.

In the evening, Zoya had just returned from her day trip and was about to take a bath when she heard someone knock on her door. She went and opened her door to see Asad standing in front.

"Hi." he whispered uncertainly.

"Hi" Zoya smiled at him brightly.

"Actually I was just wondering whether you have made any plans for dinner or not... if not I would like to take you out for dinner."

Zoya was too surprised to say anything. She had thought of him during the day and had even dreamt of meeting him again but had never thought that he would come to her doorstop this way and invite her for dinner.

"It's Ok... if you have other plans, I understand." Asad said when Zoya continued to be silent.

"No... no I don't have any other plan... and I would like to come with you for dinner... it's just that I didn't expect you to invite me so I was surprised." Zoya smiled.

Zoya took her bath, got ready and came down in an hour. Asad had told her that he would wait in the lobby for her. As she got out of the lift she scanned the area and saw him sitting in a sofa few feet away. He looked up just that moment as if sensing her presence and smiled at her and her heart leaped. He looked handsome in a beige pant and a white sweater. She walked up to him, and he got up and offered his arm to her. She laughed and hooked her arm around his.

"Where are we going?" she asked as they were walking through the hotel grounds towards the gate.

"Wait and see." Asad replied mysteriously.

They walked out of the hotel and Asad started walking along a road that led uphill towards the center of the old village. Eze was actually an old medieval village perched on a rock cliff, 1400meters above sea level. It was well preserved and as they approached the village center Zoya could see that the roads have become narrower. The quiet roads without any vehicles were lined with cobblestones and had intermittent archways that led to squares with charming old fountains and flowering trees. The old stone houses were also well preserved and most of them have been converted into boutiques, restaurants, cafes and art galleries. People who had visited the village earlier say that it had become too touristy with too much crowd and too many souvenir shops but even with those setbacks, the village still was charming and when Asad and Zoya walked through it they felt as if they had been transported back to thousand years.

And as they walked, from far across they could see the Mediterranean Sea dotted with thousands of lights that emanated from the number of yachts and boats anchored there. And up above, the sky was lined with millions of twinkling stars.

"This is so beautiful." Zoya sighed as they strolled along. The place was like something straight out of a Fairy tale.

"It is isn't it? You went and saw the hustle and bustle of Nice today. So I thought I will show you the beauty of the village in which we are staying." Asad smiled.

After walking for another fifteen minutes, Asad led her to a well known restaurant offering authentic French cuisine. The food was excellent but more than the food what both Zoya and Asad enjoyed was the company of each other. They talked about each others life so far, and about their aspirations and dreams.

"So where have you planned to go tomorrow?" Asad finally asked her at the end of their dinner.

"Tomorrow I thought of going to Cannes... you must have been there many times right?"

"Not many times... I usually avoid those places when I visit here. But this May I have to go there."

"To the film festival?" Zoya inquired.

"Yea to the festival... but if you would like, I can come there with you tomorrow."

"Really?... that would be wonderful... and who wouldn't like to go to Cannes and explore it on the arms of a movie star?" Zoya teased Asad.

"Alright... then the movie star is certainly at your service Princess." Asad teased her back.

The next day when Zoya came down, she was surprised to see that Asad had hired a car for them and he drove it himself. And when they reached Cannes Asad warned her that there were not many places to see at Cannes. He drove throw the town and the first place they stopped was the Palais Des Festivals, where the annual Cannes film festival was held. There they saw the hand prints of film stars and then Asad took her inside the building and showed her inside as well.

By afternoon they had visited almost all the places to see and Asad told her that he had a better idea for the day. He said he would take Zoya to another place that she would surly love and he drove to Grasse. Grasse was the perfume capital of the world and there Asad first took her to the International Museum of perfume where they viewed the history of perfume making. Then they visited the flower gardens including one where Channel grew their flowers. After that he took her to the Galimard perfumery where he made Zoya create her own perfume. Asad of course helped her in choosing the right scent which he felt suited her best and which he loved best on her. At the end of it he paid for it and gifted it to her and she cherished the perfume and their time together there as one of her best moments so far.

And when they reached their hotel that night, to Zoya's surprise and delight, Asad said that he would accompany her next day as well. She had planned to go to Monaco that day.

And then on the next two days also Asad accompanied her and drove Zoya to the places where she wanted to visit. He knew the whole of French Riviera quite well and he had become her Chauffeur, travel guide and bodyguard as well, and in his company she truly felt like a princess.

And on Zoya's last day there, they came back to hotel early. Asad again invited her to dinner that night. He wanted to spend a long quite evening with her so he had decided that the hotel restaurant would be the ideal place to do it. He was already feeling depressed thinking she would leave next day.

But to Asad's surprise, Zoya asked him if they could go to the village center once again and Asad obliged. Zoya had loved their previous night's stroll through the village and the dinner so much and she suddenly felt like doing that again with Asad.

And that evening when Asad met Zoya at the lobby he had to hold his breath for a while. Zoya had taken extra care in dressing up that night and she looked ravishing in a purple coloured short sleeved, ankle length dress that flowed gently around her ankles. And she had secured the dress at the waist with a thin gold belt that emphasized her slim waist and perfect figure.

"You look beautiful Zoe." Asad whispered when she came nearer.

"Thanks... and you don't look bad either, Mr. Movie star." Zoya laughed playfully.

That night Asad took her to an outdoor Italian restaurant and they enjoyed a serene candle light dinner. After the dinner they strolled through the tiny streets hand in hand, occasionally stopping to admire the pieces of art kept outside a gallery or the architecture of a unique building. But in reality they were not really interested in seeing those things; they just wanted to be together. And they wished the evening would never end.

"Zoe I have heard that there is a beautiful garden more uphill with the ruins of a castle. Would you like to go there?" Asad asked her suddenly and Zoya nodded happily.

And while walking up, Zoya saw a place that sold ice creams and gazed there longingly. Asad saw the look in her eyes and laughed. He then pulled her towards the place and bought two cones of Creme Brule ice cream for them and started walking again. And as they walked the temperature dropped a little and Zoya felt the cold and shivered. Asad immediately drew her close to his body by draping his left arm around her waist. Zoya sighed in bliss. Strolling through the streets of that medieval village at night, licking ice cream and snuggled to Asad's embrace; she felt that she was truly living a dream that moment; a dream that she wished would never end.

They walked up to the garden but to their disappointment it was closed; but the view from up there was even more beautiful and they did not regret walking all the way up.

Zoya stood staring at the twinkling stars and once again marveled at the natural beauty around them.

"It's so beautiful isn't it?" Zoya smiled contentedly.

"Yea so beautiful..." Asad whispered huskily and hearing the tone of his voice, Zoya looked up at him to see that he was not looking at the view but was staring at her face intently.

He still had his arm draped around her waist from the side but suddenly he shifted his position and turned around so that he was facing zoya. Then he reached out with his other hand and gently caressed her cheek with his knuckles, all the while looking deep in to her eyes.

"You are really beautiful Zoe... actually so beautiful that I can't keep my eyes off you."

And seeing the intensity in his eyes, Zoya gulped nervously. But she was happy and she was elated to know that Asad had similar feelings towards her as she did towards him. And she lifted her arms and wound them around his neck and smiled at him shyly. Asad pulled her close to his body and bent his head towards her and his gaze shifted to her slightly parted lips and Zoya knew that he wanted to kiss her and she knew that there was nothing else in the world that she wanted more at that moment. She stood on her toes, stretched her body upwards and tilted her face. And Asad gazed at her adoringly before he closed the gap between them and captured her lips with his. His touch was tentative at first as if asking her permission and then he gently nibbled on her lips and caressed them with the gentlest of pressure. And when he felt her lips quiver beneath his, he traced the inner edge of her lips gently with the tip of his tongue, making her open her mouth slightly. And when she did, he closed his lips over hers and at the same time caressed her tongue with his. And the moment he touched her so intimately Zoya melted.

"Asad" his name escaped her mouth as a sigh. And then she gave in to the sensations that coursed through her body and responded to him with equal vigor.

And the feeling of being kissed by him under a star lit sky in that enchanting village was pure magic. Out of breath they finally let go of each others lips and stood staring dazed at each other with a small smile playing on their lips.

And then Asad reached out and traced her lips gently with the pad of his thumb and his smile widened.

"It felt just as I had imagined." He grinned cheekily.

"You have imagined kissing me?" Zoya asked dumbfounded. Even though she had always been fascinated by him and had imagined him as her prince charming, she had never dared to imagine kissing him.

"Yea I have... the first time I saw you four days back. I could not help in imagining how your lips would feel if I kissed you...and I had never felt that way before." He admitted seriously and Zoya blushed and looked down shyly.

"Zoe..." Asad whispered huskily and drew her even closer with the hand that encircled her waist, while with his other hand he tilted her chin and made her look at him.

Zoya's breath hitched seeing the desire in his eyes for her and this time it was she who reached for his lips. But the moment her lips touched his, he took over and this time it wasn't sweet and magical; it was simply raw need and passion.

"Zoe." He whispered raggedly when they finally broke apart.

"Hmm" Zoya whispered, trying to calm her frantically beating heart.

"Don't go tomorrow. Stay here... stay with me." Asad held her face with both hands and looked deep into her eyes and the only thing Zoya could do was nod a yes. She then hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest, marveling at the sudden turn her life took.

RES RES RES

Yippeee I am the first one!!!!!!🥳

Amazing part!
AsYa staring!
They recognized each other!!
Awesome part
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They love each other!!

awesome update. Can't wait for next update.