ASYA (KaBhi) OS: I wanted to know if you felt the same way
So this one has been requested by my beautiful Nimra di (Rarepearl). I hope you like it di, I'm sorry I can never re-create any QH scenes. I haven't really seen these scenes because of my so called second hand embarrassment syndrome or whatever it is called.
Heads up, this starts from just after Tanveer's entry. So many wonderful writers have already written something like this on the forum. I don't think I have done justice, this is nothing compared to anything you guys have written. Just an attempt at something my di wants to read *hides* Love you di, thank you for believing that I could write something like this.
Do leave your comments behind. Much loves <3
Are you okay Zoya?
Asad asked into the rear view mirror, his eyes yearning for her one glance. His heart tore his insides seeing her eyes fill up as she silently looked out of the window without a noise. She didn't complain about the pain she was in. Are you hurt Zoya? His heart questioned hers. Asad's lips trembled staring ahead onto the road, his heart still beating frantically. He had forgotten that his best friend was sat beside him, all he could think about was her, and whether she was hurt in any way. Her silence was doing something to him. Asad was too shaken to speak, what he experienced in Mangalpur had scarred him. But going through that again, almost losing her, his wounds were ripped raw. That moment, when his eyes landed on the pink I-Pad, he felt something shatter inside of him. His eyes crazily searched every inch of the wrecked accident scene. That lump that formed in his throat realising that she was somewhere amongst the injured passengers. He was scared; he was scared of losing her. When his eyes landed on her retreating back, her body swaying side to side before she fell, he couldn't have ran any faster catching her in his arms, securing her with his embrace. He remembered not being able to hear his own voice when he called out to her, the space around him slowed down, the noises deaf to his ears staring at her pale face.
The car stopped in front of the Khan Villa when he finally caught her eyes, they were trying to say something.
"Jammy, you didn't introduce us..." Tanveer removed her seatbelt and looked back at Zoya. Asad watched her wince looking at Tanveer. He moved his gaze towards Tanveer who was smiling back at him. Oh his friend.
"That-"
"I'll introduce myself. I'm Zoya" Zoya faked a smile, her voice full of pain. Her eyes stared at the side of his face; she didn't miss the disappointment on his face.
"I'm Tanveer. Jammy's childhood friend." Tanveer informed Zoya about her relationship with Asad indirectly questioning Zoya's with her friend.
"Ammi's guest" Asad blurted out. He closed his eyes instantly. Zoya's heart stung. She knew, but hearing it coming out of his mouth always killed a bit of her.
"His Ammi's guest" Zoya repeated walking out of the SUV. Asad quickly opened the door and stared at her, are you hurt? His heart asked seeing her pained expressions, but his mouth refused to allow any words to come out. He put his hand out to help her but she shook her head.
"I can take care of myself" Zoya met his eyes, tears about to overflow from her eyes.
"Jammy" Tanveer cried holding onto her leg. Asad and Zoya looked at her hearing her voice, Zoya's eyes moved towards Asad as he hurried to her side. Zoya turned on her hurt foot brushing her tears with her arm and walked towards the house ignoring the pain she was in.
Zoya didn't know how or when she was engulfed into a hug by the two women she called her own.
"Zoya!" Najma cried clutching onto her tighter.
"Zoya my bacha" Dilshad caressed her back. Zoya leaned her head towards Dilshad's shoulder finding comfort in her motherly hold. She pressed out her tears holding onto Dilshad tighter. Najma moved away and looked at them both; she met Dilshad's concerned eyes and shrugged her shoulders. Dilshad looked up to find Asad and Tanveer entering; where did Tanveer come from? She looked at her son's eyes that were glued to Zoya's back; she pulled away and cupped her face brushing away her tears.
"Ya Allah, Zoya why are you bleeding?" Dilshad held her chin. Asad whimpered.
"I'm fine phoopie, small accident" Zoya replied quietly looking down at the floor.
"Small accident nahi lagta, is everyone okay?" Dilshad pulled Zoya in for another hug,
"Jee Ammi, Tanveer was in an accident. Miss Farooqui was on the same bus" Asad spoke in a dazed state. Zoya pulled away from the hug and stepped towards her room.
"Why was she coming by bus?" Dilshad questioned. Zoya froze. She closed her eyes as the images of their fight replayed in her mind.
"Ammi, Tanveer was in an accident" Asad reminded trying to avoid her questions; he didn't know what to tell her. He hurt Zoya, abandoned her at the cottage, she met with an accident on the same bus she was forced to take because of him, he almost lost her... he.almost.lost.her. Asad's eyes followed Zoya's back, Dilshad walked towards Tanveer.
"Are you okay?" Dilshad asked Tanveer. "Beta, come inside and take rest. Please stay with us until you recover." Asad watched Zoya's steps faltering. "Where are your stuff?" Asad's eyes moved towards his mother.
"Ammi, she lost everything in the accident. Tanveer will be staying with us" Asad repeated everything his mother already said; Tanveer looked at him with gratitude. He nodded before looking up at Zoya, he met her teary eyes. Why was she crying? Was she hurting? She's bleeding, why didn't she say anything? He watched her tear her gaze away shutting her bedroom door, Asad frowned. He hurt her. Dilshad nodded at him before facing Najma,
"Beta, get the first aid kit, and warm some food immediately" Dilshad ordered Najma.
"Khala, I-"
"I'm going to go check on Zoya. Bechari, she has gone through so much" Dilshad spoke over Tanveer, her voice full of concern for her daughter.
"I'll just come" Najma rushed towards the kitchen while Dilshad moved towards Zoya's room. Tanveer looked on stumped, who the hell was this Zoya? Her Khala, who had known her since childhood did not glance at her twice despite knowing about her accident and went on to tend Zoya. Asad smiled sadly seeing the love and care in their eyes for Zoya. How he wished he could show the same.
"Jammy-" Tanveer's call fell deaf to Asad's ears as he walked towards his room in deep thought, suddenly unaware of his surroundings. Tanveer looked at the empty living room before joining Najma in the kitchen. "Najma, who is Zoya?" She asked. Najma stopped running around and looked at her with a smile,
"She's my best friend." Najma replied grabbing the tray of food. "There's the guestroom Tanveer, there are few of my clothes in there. You freshen up" Najma smiled before running towards Zoya's room. Tanveer didn't know what to think, this wasn't the Khan family she knew, why was everyone so gaga over Zoya? Was she missing something? She shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the guestroom, capturing every inch of the house in her eyes; this was it.
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Asad's fisted hand stopped midway in the air as he was about to knock on her door. His mother told him that she was fine but his heart was not accepting it. He was restless throughout that meal on the dining table, he scarcely touched his food with his eyes stuck on Zoya's empty seat. Why was she doing this? His heart questioned over and over again not knowing he was the very reason she had closed herself from everyone.
He stared at his hand and then her half open door. He breathed out a sigh thinking it would give him the strength to face her, but maybe he didn't have to. He'd just see if she was okay from far, maybe she was sleeping his mind pondered. He entered her room and was taken by surprise finding her limping from her bed to her mirror with something in her hand, he realised it was a piece of wool. He watched silently as she moved her hair to one side revealing her back, he was about to look away when he caught the wound on her right shoulder. Asad whimpered, his eyes moved towards her face on the mirror, her pained expressions did something to him. His heart pricked seeing her quivering lips as she dabbed anti-septic on the spot, her eyes wanting to close but couldn't, he could hear her silent cry. He put his hand out towards her; Zoya saw a glimpse of him in the mirror and turned on her foot before wincing.
"Miss Farooqui" His hand went towards her leg, Zoya's hand stopped him. He watched hurt from his crouched position as her eyes brimmed with tears. He straightened up slowly, Zoya backed up a bit, away from him. Why are you doing this Zoya? His heart questioned her.
"Are you okay Miss Farooqui?" Left his mouth.
"Am I okay?" Zoya repeated, Asad flinched at her tone of voice. "I am fine Mr Khan, you don't have to worry." She lied. I am not that important to you am I Asad?
"Ammi was worried, your wound-" He froze seeing her expressions; he said the wrong things again didn't he? Why can I not tell you how much I care for you?
"It will heal" Zoya replied. My heart will never heal.
"Whatever happened today..." Asad started off but he couldn't complete his sentence. I didn't mean it Zoya.
"I've forgotten about it Mr Khan" Zoya looked away trying to hold back her tears. Why can I not stop my heart from wanting to see the care for me on your face, like you were for her today?
"That accident, I mean I didn't know you... I mean" Asad engaged his hand in a fight behind him. What I felt today, the fear of losing you... I could've lost you today.
"I hope your friend is okay" Zoya turned around. Why does it hurt for me to say this? Asad stared at her back pleading for her to look at him.
"If you need anything..."
"I will ask Phoopie." Zoya replied without looking at him. What if I need you Asad?
"Get some sleep Miss Farooqui, Goodnight" Asad whispered. I will be here if you need me. Zoya turned around hearing the door close; she held her hand over her mouth not wanting to allow the sob to leave her mouth. Why was she hurting so much? Why does she want him to care for her? Why couldn't she remove that picture of him hugging her? Why was that affecting her so much? Zoya fell on her pillow and sobbed into the pillow; Asad opened the door slowly and stared at her back. I am hurting more seeing you like this; I don't know what to do Zoya...
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Asad walked out of his room, he hadn't slept properly all night. His mind played images of their arguments along with her pink I-PAD sat idly on the road tearing his heart to pieces. He couldn't remember what happened the night before, there were blurry images clouding his mind. He couldn't quite understand why he saw her face, her pink saree and then the rain. He heard voices, their voices; he couldn't quite understand what was happening.
Asad pressed his temples; he was going to go crazy. He stopped in his tracks seeing Zoya's back in the kitchen, his eyes followed her steps before finding his own feet moving towards her. He stared at her slowly sitting down on his seat; he was brought of his thoughts hearing a thud on the dining table. He stared down at the bread that was filled with jam, he followed the hands that were holding it, Tanveer; when did she come there? He closed his eyes in annoyance, how could he forget his friend whom he brought home from the accident site yesterday, focus Asad focus Asad, the accident site, Zoya... He opened his eyes and found Tanveer smiling down at him. He returned her smile, reluctantly.
"Just how you like it Jammy" Tanveer beamed at him. Asad stared at it; just how he used to like it. Najma rolled her eyes hearing her brother's nickname, she hated it and it made her cringe with irritation.
"Jammy?" Zoya questioned having put herself together last night; she was back to her normal self. She knew she'd never be normal, but she had to show that she was. She pressed her lips seeing Najma's looks; she obviously was annoyed hearing the name. Jahapana six packs was much better. They both exchanged knowing glances and giggled. Asad looked up at her.
"Yes, Jammy... likes jam bread. He was crazy about it when he was younger. He vowed that he would never stop loving it" Tanveer explained, "Hai na Jammy?" Asad stared down at the jam bread holding his forehead, the name Jammy was freaking him out.
"Is that right Mr Khan?" Zoya asked laughing putting chocolate spread onto her bread. Once she was done, she brought it to the table and placed it next to his Tannu's jam-bread. She met his eyes momentarily before smiling. Asad noticed those eyes; there was something in them that he couldn't quite put a finger on. "You can eat these as well Mr Khan, don't worry I won't start calling you choccy!" Zoya burst into a laugh, Najma hi-fived her. Tanveer glared at her.
"Good one Zoya!" Najma settled seeing her brother's expressions. Dilshad shook her head.
"I didn't know you still liked jam-bread Asad?" Dilshad placed the other dishes on the table. Asad looked at his mother annoyed, she too was laughing at him.
"Of course I do" He looked Zoya in the eye picking up the jam-bread and took a bite out of it. Zoya tried not to flinch seeing him pick Tanveer's jam-bread instead of hers. "Thank you Tanveer" Asad told his friend.
"Any time Jammy" Tanveer walked around the table and sat down. Asad moved his eyes towards Zoya again; he noticed her hesitation and the difference in her expressions. It affects her.
"Tanveer, was everything okay for you?" Asad asked not removing his eyes off her. Zoya blinked at him. Let's see how much this affects you Zoya, I don't know why...
"Everything was fine Jammy, thank you" Tanveer sipped her tea. Zoya stretched her hand to take some bread; Asad moved the plate away from her.
"Sorry Miss Farooqui, I can't allow you to have any today. I'm having bread made by my friend after ages." Asad gave her a look. Zoya gritted her teeth taking back the plate she made herself. Dilshad looked at Asad weirdly.
"It's okay Mr Khan, I know not to take someone else's right" Zoya replied, her eyes suddenly blurry. He cares for her Zoya and there's nothing you can do about it. Stop it, control your emotions. Asad dropped the bread he was holding, he swallowed the piece of bread in his mouth but it refused to go down his throat. He started coughing, he watched her jump onto her feet with a glass of water, he blinked drinking water as someone rubbed his back to comfort him. His eyes moved to her still figure standing there watching him, he looked to his side to find Tanveer. He looked back at Zoya, his heart fell seeing her hurt expressions. Why are you so upset Zoya? Do you feel the same way as I do? His stupid heart questioned. He felt a pang watching her walk away from the table excusing herself from them, from him.
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"What the hell is wrong with you? You should've let Tanveer change the gas cylinder, because of your stupidity, we all could've died today" Asad's angry voice roared over Zoya. Tears flowed from her eyes, Asad looked at his mother with concern, he looked back at Zoya. She didn't do it knowingly. Zoya placed her hand over her mouth; she jerked out of her seat and ran towards her bedroom in tears.
"Asad" Dilshad shouted at him, "It was an accident, bechari; she hasn't eaten anything all day. You made her cry again"
"She is not a bechari" Asad snapped. He made her cry, he made her cry, he made her cry. He grabbed his forehead feeling a sharp pain attack his head, heart and body. She didn't do it on purpose Asad, why would Zoya be so careless, when you yourself know that then how can you accuse her like this? Your heart knows the truth, convince your mind to speak it. Asad got up and retired to his room.
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"Zindagi ki yehi reet hai
Haar ke baad hi jeet hai."
Asad looked into Zoya's eyes as he sang the last few lines praying that his words would ring true. He wanted to get rid of all her pain, he wanted to experience the victory of life; he wanted her to be happy. The past few days have been a torture. He wanted to tell her that he didn't mean it, he wanted to tell her he was sorry, he wanted to tell her he cared. Asad hit the strings of his guitar ending the last note before looking up at his family who had gathered on the sofa. The song that always gave him some peace was making him restless today. He wanted to believe those words, he wanted to believe his mother's teachings; after every dark night, there was a bright morning... this was the custom of life.
"Thank you for playing that bhaijaan" Najma sighed, she loved this song. He moved his eyes towards Zoya. Do you feel the same way as I do Zoya? He followed her steps as she sat near his mother, ignoring his questions, ignoring him. "Don't you just love the song Zoya?" Najma asked her. He watched her face flicker with a mixture of emotions. She looked back at him.
"I love it!" Zoya faked a smile. I'm sorry Zoya, Asad's heart cried.
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"Oh My God, they are going to dance. Look at them" Zoya jumped up onto the sofa with excitement. Najma clapped along with her while Dilshad laughed at the two. Asad walked out of his room for a glass of water, he eyed Zoya's feet on the sofa before admiring the smile on her face. I love it when you smile Zoya.
"AHHH, they are going to drink bhang, that means intimate dance" Najma oohed with delight, their favourite couple on TV were finally going to have a moment, that too intoxicated which meant that it would be extra romantic. This was what fan girls like Najma and Zoya needed.
Asad spat out his water, his eyes wide hearing the word "bhang". Zoya looked towards him; she blinked at his expressions before matching it.
"They look so cute, look at the way they are laughing" Najma pointed almost falling off her seat. Zoya faced the TV and watched the dance sequence between the couple as they teased and played with each other. Asad was irritated hearing Najma's shrieks but his eyes refused to move off the screen. Asad and Zoya both froze remembering their moment when she brought those bhang pakoras. Vivid images flashed before their eyes of that night. They looked at each other from the corner of their eyes. What the hell actually happened that night?
Asad paced from one side of the room to another, what happened that night? He rubbed his neck trying to remember what happened, what was it that was making him so anxious, blurry images replayed in his mind over and over again but he couldn't see or remember anything clearly.
He closed his eyes, her eyes flashed before him, her smile, her dimples, her black hair. Then that pink saree. What did these flashbacks mean? Asad shook his head. Did something happen that night? He pressed his forehead,
"Does Miss Farooqui... Does she remember that night?" Asad whispered.
In another part of the same Khan Villa, an anxious Zoya marched from one side of the room to another. She pressed her head trying to remember what happened that night did something happen between them? Every time she closed her eyes, she could see him laughing. Which was a rare sight and almost impossible to believe. Maybe she was dreaming. She remembered those pakoras, bhang pakoras. Why can she not remember anything else?
"Does Mr Khan... Does Mr Khan remember what happened that night?" She pressed her forehead only being able to see indistinct images. She ran towards her door, she took a few deep breaths placing her head against the door; she pulled it open to find Asad stepping out of his room. Her eyes met his, they both froze.
Zoya...
Asad...
They both stepped towards each other in a trance, their eyes speaking the unknown.
Asad admired her black hair dancing around her head, her eyes glistening back in his. For once, he didn't feel like he was holding back, he allowed his eyes to emote in ways he did not know was possible.
They came face to face, staring at one another trying to seek answers, trying to remember that night. Zoya's lips parted, both of their head shot towards an ecstatic Najma clapping her hands on the sofa.
"My favourite song" Najma rocked side to side in glee.
Dhaage Tod Laao Chaanadani Se Noor Ke
Their forehead's creased hearing the music, their eyes widened next moment as the tunes carried on playing in the background. They stared at the screen before slowly moving their eyes towards each other.
Ghoonghat Hi Bana Lo Roshani Se Noor Ke
Their dance in the rain flashed before their eyes. Those vivid images of the night slowly started clearing; they could both see moonlight in the dark night, the rain, and themselves... very much into each other.
Sharm Aa Gayi Toh Aaghosh Mein Lo
They both blinked, with each blink seeing flashbacks of their night. Zoya dancing around him, Asad closing in on her. They both were set free, free from anything that was holding them from each other. They seemed like two lovers romancing under the moonlight.
Ho Saanson Se Ulajhi Rahein Meri Saansein
Zoya closed her eyes finding herself teasing Asad trying to get away from his hold. She felt her chest erupt with a feeling unknown to her, she watched him grab the end of her saree before slowly wrapping it around her, his eyes refusing to move off her.
Asad watched with the same images replaying his mind, he watched her close her eyes before holding her chin against her right shoulder as the air caressed her face blowing her hair to her side. She was glowing under the moonlight streaming in through the windows.
Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke
Honth Se Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke
Zoya opened her eyes and met his waiting ones, both feeling lost in each other. Their flashbacks seemed like a dream yet it was so real. How could they have forgotten a moment like that?
"Agar aap itne badtameez ho, toh mujhe aap itne ache kyun lagte ho?
App mein itne khashish kyun hai?
Jab aap mujhe itne na pasand hai toh mere khawab pein aapke sayein kyun hai?
Kyun mere tanhai mein khalaq dalte hai aap?
Kyun mere andere mein roshni banke aate hain aap?"
Their conversations echoed back into their ears, sentence by sentence, emotion by emotion... a part of their life they thought was hidden behind the effects of bhang was finally coming back to them.
"Mr Khan, iska jawab bohot simple hai, yeh sab iss liye ki aap mujhe pasand karte hai!
Ab ek baat batao? Mein bhi aapko bahot pasand karta hoon!"
Both of them stared at each other, words refusing to leave their mouth hearing their minds confess their innermost feelings. They had confessed to each other that night, how could they have forgotten something like this? Their attention moved towards Najma as the song ended, she cried towards the TV before replaying it and playing it again. They looked at each other again. Asad coughed tearing his gaze away from her. He closed his eyes momentarily before attempting to speak to her.
"Do you remember anything?" Asad asked her, Do you feel the same way as I do? His heart questioned her again.
"Do you?" Zoya whispered. I remember everything Asad.
"Err..." He watched her anticipating eyes waiting for him to answer. I do I do I do his heart screamed at her. "Not really..." Left his mouth. Zoya frowned. "Do you?" He asked her again. Zoya sighed as her heart pricked at his loss of memory.
"It doesn't matter..." Zoya turned around and walked towards her room. Asad stood rooted to his spot, his heart calling out to her, pleading for her to turn around. It does matter Zoya. It does, I want to know if you feel the same way. He closed his eyes again, the same images, this time clearer flashed before his eyes. A small smile formed on his lips, he had never laughed so openly in front of anyone, he had never felt any such emotion for anyone else. His smiled grew wider seeing her dancing, and teasing him. Zoya turned around to close her door, she noticed him closing his eyes before a smile crept on his lips. She observed him confused before realisations dawned upon her. You little liar. He remembered everything; he just doesn't want to admit it. She leaned against the door admiring the smile on his face, how badly she longed for him remove the walls he had put up barring out all his emotions, how much she yearned for him to be happy. She sighed shaking her head and closing the door. She leaned against it, she felt weird tingles inside her stomach, something was tumbling inside of her... but this feeling, it was good. She held her hand against her chest moving her eyes over the room with a smile on her face, an idea struck her instantly. She was going to try, not for his sake, but for her own feelings.
"Tomorrow night Mr Khan, tomorrow night. Just this once, you either remember or you don't!" Zoya whispered, she hoped with all her heart that it works. Maybe he does feel the same way... just maybe.
"How do I tell you Miss Farooqui, what I feel for you is something I cannot put to words. I've always felt like this, that night was the only time I brought it out in front of you... I don't know if I can do this again" Asad sat against his bed.
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Zoya peeked through the windows as Asad typed away on his laptop, occasionally looking up and going into deep thought. Zoya closed her eyes clutching her hand against her chest and prayed for this to work. If this didn't work... well it needs to work thought Zoya.
Zoya fixed her pink saree before looking up at him, her heart suddenly started beating frantically, almost threatening to burst out of her.
"Chill out" Zoya held her chest warning her heart. She nibbled her smiling lips nervously, this was it. Zoya placed her hand over her mouth not being able to contain her excitement or her nervousness. Should I do it? Of course I should. She danced around the garden trying to get the courage she needed before taking her position again, almost panting. She was tired already, she hadn't even started yet.
"My izzat is in your hands." She looked up, "My intentions are good, anything for love?" She nodded breathing out. "Protect me from his wrath, shower me with his... love" Zoya whispered softly. She closed her eyes playing the music behind her; she threw the remote control towards the chairs.
Asad's head shot up hearing the beats of the music, it was too familiar to go unnoticed, and too precious to his heart for him to ignore.
Dhaage Tod Laao Chaanadani Se Noor Ke
Asad's ears were fully alerted; he half turned his body to look out of the window. He almost fell off the sofa seeing the sight before him. Zoya in a saree, dancing to the song from that night. Before he could think about anything else, he was captivated by her moving figure as she danced effortlessly, some moves heavier than others, some deliberately done to make anyone watching laugh. He was mesmerized by her her beauty; the moonlight caressed the side of her face as she spun around. Her saree flew around her making her look almost ethereal. Asad slowly got up in a trance; he brushed his hair back as a smile adorned his perfectly shaped lips.
Zoya carried on dancing, with each turn catching a glimpse of him and then his crooked smile. She halted on her feet almost stumbling forward; she looked up to find him putting his hand out to her to stop her from falling. She stood upright slowly tucking her hair back. She turned around smiling to herself before carrying on dancing.
"Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke
Honth Se Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke" Zoya sang along this time, she spun around with her hand in the air laughing to herself before being jerked to a stop. Her hand went over his familiar ones; she balanced herself and met his eyes. She searched for something in those very eyes praying for him to speak whatever is in his heart.
"Are you intending on waking up the whole neighbourhood?" Asad stared at her, Zoya remained silent. I don't know how tell you how beautiful you look, how your once glance has awakened every desire in my body, to love you, to care for you. Yes Zoya, I'm very much in love with you.
"You remember" Zoya said softly, she didn't question him; she merely stated what she already knew.
"I remember what?" Asad jerked her closer to him. Zoya didn't move her eyes off him.
"That night..." Zoya whispered, her eyes filling up slowly. Asad sighed admiring her face close to his, how much he wanted to hold her this close to him, always. His expressions remained the same as they both stared at one another in silence. The air caressed their bodies, a lone tear escaped Zoya's eyes. He brushed it off with his thumb before stroking it over her cheek.
"What about that night Miss Farooqui?" Asad asked in a low voice. He watched her lips quiver; he cupped her face delicately before staring into her eyes. "I remember" He whispered. Zoya blinked at him. She knew he remembered, but did he feel the same way as her? Was she imagining things? Was she wrong in assuming that, maybe, maybe he felt the same way as she did.
"How... how do you feel?" Zoya managed to say looking down. He picked her face up so that she could look into his eyes.
"Why did you try to re-create that night today? So that I could remember? I remember-"
"I wanted to know if you felt the same way" Zoya spoke over him. Asad smiled.
"I've been wanting to tell you Zoya..." Zoya closed her eyes, her face still in his hands. "That I feel exactly the same way." Zoya opened her eyes and looked at him.
"You..." Zoya whispered.
"It took me so long to realise how much my heart actually understands your silence. I never thought that you could also feel the same way" Asad pressed his forehead against hers. "There's no-one else in this world that can cage my heart but you..." Zoya placed her hand over his on her cheeks; he smiled at her before placing her head on his chest wrapping his arms around her. Zoya smiled against his chest closing her eyes feeling his arms tighten, he felt the same way as her and she felt the same way as him.
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Ignore any mistakes. Sorry if it bored anyone, I kinda lost it towards the end.
Sorry If I couldn't justice di, forgive me <3
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