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Here is as promised the chapter 2 of this story, hope u'll enjoy ! 😳
Chapter 2 :
Zoya didn't know what to do, she stood helpless while he fell back uncounscious. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked back down at the man who asked her not to contact anybody.
Suddenly he began coughing, which started weakly began to get even more loud, she rushed in the kitchen and brought a glass of water for him. When she came back, he was coughing while clutching his head as if his head would explode.
She gently held his head up to make him drink water, he put his hands around hers on the glass and she felt a current pass through her but ignored it. When he gulped the water down in a go, she realised that he was very thirsty and might have been locked in for hours, or for days, her heart contracted at that thought and she brought the entire bottle, to make him drink some more, she poured him another glass and he gulped it down without any problem, after 3-4 glass, he regained counscious.
He opened his eyes and Zoya couldn't help but stared in his brown orbs while nor he could take his eyes off the beautiful big brown doe-shaped eyes girl staring right in his.
When the glass fell on the wooden floor, they both came out of their trance and a beautiful crimson red creeped up Zoya's cheeks while he looked away and tried to sit up but when she saw that, she hesitantly put her hands on his broad shoulder and pushed him back down on the couch.
"Lie down, you are still weak !" Zoya said softly and he couldn't help but stare at her.
"I'm not weak !" The man said more harshly than he wanted and Zoya scowled at him, his attitude enraged her.
"How could i forget ?! 'Mard ko dard nahi hota !'" Zoya exclaimed with gritting teeths in a tone full of sarcasm, slightly pressing her hand on a wound on his chest and he hissed in pain and she smirked, "Now just keep quiet and let me call an ambulance !"
She got up and was going to take her phone, but as soon as she got up, he grabbed her wrist and unintentionally pulled her down on his chest, even though it was paining he didn't even winced but she realized that it must be, so she straightened herself on the floor, trying to stop the blush creeping up her cheeks while trying to losen his hold on her wrist but he seemed unaffected.
"I told you not to contact anybody... Nobody should know that i'm here !" He told her sternly, trying to not get affected by the beautiful blush on her cheeks.
For a minute Zoya got scared that the man she wanted to help was a criminal or something but then she pushed those thoughts aside, when she realized that if he really was one, he would have tried to harm her or scare her but apart from his tone, he didn't tried to harm her.
"But your wounds are deep ! You need to be treated !" Zoya argued and he shut his eyes and sighed before opening them again.
"I'm ok, i don't need any treatments !" He tried but this time softly and it somewhat worked, because she looked at him dejectedly.
"But why ?" She asked exasperated but when she saw his straight face, she knew that she wouldn't get the answer, "Ok... At least let me do your dressing !" Zoya sighed in defeat and he looked at her with his eyes big like saucers and she explained, "I'm a nurse, so that's a part of my job, i know what to do !"
Strangely, he looked more relaxed and she went to bring a towel and some hot water, along with a box that she took out from her cartons, the man looked around the living-room and sighed sadly.
She came back and sat with all the stuff on the floor, next to the couch where he was lying. When she put the towel in the hot water and was about to wipe the dry blood which was covering his face, he spoke.
"Ermm... Can i have something to eat ? I'm starving..." The man asked softly and Zoya was in dilemma to give him or not since she needed to treat him before eating.
She tucked her hair behind her ear nervously, "Ermm... I'll get you something to eat but before that i need to do your dressing, it's important..." Zoya trailed off and he sighed.
She pursued her work, she gently and carefuly held his chin with her fingers and wiped the dried blood from his forehead, then she went with the length of his nose, then cheeks, till his jaw. Shocked would be an understatement when she saw how handsome he looked, even 'handsome' would be an understatement to describe him, he had features of a Greek God. His sharp nose, his high cheek-bones, his brown orbs, his dented cheeks, his manly square jaw and not to forget his intense gaze which was fixed on her face ever since she had held his face with her soft fingers.
He could feel her hot breath fanning his face, this close proximity made their hearts skip few beats before beating erraticaly, a beautiful crimson red creeped up Zoya's cheeks, which she tried to hide with the strands of her hair, but those were disturbing his stare on her face, so he gradually held his hand up and was about to push back her hair, but then realized what he was about to do and closed his hand in a fist.
All this had gone unnoticed by Zoya who was trying hard to focus only on her work and not him.
Along with washing away the dried blood, she decided to give him a sponge bath. She hesitantly and with shaking hands, opened the buttons of his sky-blue shirt, but as soon as she opened the first one, he spoke in a tired but still heavy tone.
"What are you doing ?" He asked tiredly and she replied without looking up at him.
"I need to give you a sponge bath along with your dressing..." Zoya replied absent-mindedly, unbuttoning the other buttons and he only closed his eyes tiredly.
"I'm starving..." He muttered under his breath but she had heard him and smiled sadly.
"Give me 15 minutes..." She spoke trying hard not to get affected by his perfect toned body and not to forget his six-packs abs which she was trying hard to ogle at.
When she struggled to remove his shirt, she took out a pair of scissors from the box and she enjoyed cutting his shirt because he had shown so much of attitude towards her.
When she began to cut it, he had his eyes closed but the noise of the scissors' blade snapped his eyes open and he shrieked.
"My favourite shirt ! Are you mad or what ?!" He shrieked loudly and she put her index finger on her own mouth to tell him to be quiet, "And now you expect me to be quiet ?!"
"Stop whining like a baby, it was only a shirt !" Zoya told him trying hard to hide her smile.
"Whatever... I'm sure you enjoyed doing that just because i had been rude to you !" He said angrily and Zoya burst out laughing irritating him even more but he couldn't help but admire her angelic laughter.
"Yeah ! You are right ! It was a pleasure ! And see, you admit that you were rude, now you'll apologize for your ill behaviour like a good boy !" Zoya smirked at him but he only rolled his eyes at her, "So you won't apologize ?" Zoya asked when a devilish thought crossed her mind, he shook his head in denial, "Ok, then be ready to lose your jeans as well !", she threatened, trying to keep her blush in control.
His eyes widen and stared at her with a frown, "You are bluffing...", he said unsure and she kept her smirk intact.
"Try me !" She smirked while playing with the blades of the scissors, even though she would never do that, this was only a threat to have his apology.
He decided to keep his jeans safe and to apologize, "I'm sorry..." He muttered under his breath and Zoya grinned.
"See, it wasn't that hard !" She grinned at him and he gave her an annoyed look.
After cleaning around the wound on his side, she gasped looking at it, "What now ?" He asked exasperatedly and she looked at him worriedly.
"Your wound... It's very deep... You need stitches..." Zoya said wiping the sweat buds on her own forehead, while he looked at her with a straight face.
"So what ? Stitch it ! You yourself were saying that you were a nurse, never saw a deep wound ?" He smirked while resting his head back on a pillow.
"I'm serious ! I can't stitch your wound without giving you anesthesia ! You'll go crazy with pain !" Zoya scolded him and he sighed.
"I'm a grown-up man ! I can handle pain, just stitch it or leave it !" He said in an annoyed tone.
"Why can't i take you to the hospital ?!" Zoya asked back angrily and he looked at her sternly.
"Stitch it or leave it !" He exclaimed back angrily, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She got up and went toward her carton boxes and began to search for something while he looked at her curiously. She came back with what seemed like stress-balls and handed them to him. She put a cloth between his teeth.
"Ok, that will hurt a lot, now control your pain with these and i'll give you painkillers afterwards." She said while putting a thread in a needle and he still looked relaxed, she shook her head at his attitude.
As soon as she touched the wound with her hands, his body jumped in pain but she pushed him back down with her hand on his shoulder.
When she put the needle in his skin, his scream was stifled in the cloth in his mouth and she could see his fist clenched on the balls in a death grip, that his hands had turned white, his forehead was wet with cold sweat, she felt horrible doing this, but his eyes tightly shut close in pain, pushed her in making it fast to stop the torture.
Each time the needle would be in his body, his entire body would contract in pain, his breathing was heavy and she tried to make it as fast as possible, at the end, she finally cut the thread, ending his torture.
She took his fists in hers, trying to relaxed his hands,he unclenched his fists and she removed the cloth from his mouth and wiped his forehead with another towel.
"The stitches are done..." She told him softly and his red eyes opened in relief and he kept staring at her while she went back to dress the wound.
She gently wiped the remaining blood on the wound and put some put extra cotton on the wound and sticked it with some scotch tape.
"Ermm... Are you able to sit up ? I need to enroll the band aid..." Zoya asked softly and he tried to sit up, she immediately came forward to help him.
She somehow managed to enroll the band aid around him and made him rest against pillows behind him. Then she got up and put some antiseptic on a cotton then bent down close to his face - who was staring at her unbashedly while she tried to refrain her blush - and held his face from his chin and gently pressed it on his bruises while he hissed in pain, breaking his own reverie.
"Sorry..." She mumbled and pursued her work trying to look unaffected while he continued staring at her.
"Done !" Zoya exclaimed after sometime and he broke out of his reverie and looked away.
She rushed to the kitchen without even putting away all the things. When he looked at the floor, his eyes widen looking at all the mess she had left, without straigning himself much, he bent a little down and put the cotton, scissors in the small first aid box, put the cap on the bottle of antiseptic, while shaking his head at her messiness.
She came back with a pizza box and saw him bending down, her eyes widen and she rushed towards him and made him sit properly.
"You are not supposed to bent down !" Zoya scolded him worriedly and he rolled his eyes.
"Well, it's not my fault if you are so messy !" He said pointing to the first aid box that he had arranged.
"I'm not going to apologize for bringing you something to eat when you were hungry !" Zoya spat angrily and he looked over at her other hand which held a pizza box and his eyes softened.
"No, you don't have to apologize but i have to, i'm sorry for being so grumpy, rude and crancky, i'm not usually like this, it's just that i'm a little on the nerves, i'm hungry and it was paining..." He apologized and Zoya smiled.
"It's ok, here !" Zoya said handing him the pizza box in which only 3 slices were left, "You are lucky that i'm letting you touch my pizza, or else this is the only thing that i never share with anybody ! And you don't know how much i love my cold, baasi, left-over pizza for breakfast !" She said dreamily while sitting on the coffee table, accross the couch he was sitting.
When she looked at him, she saw that he had already gulped down the first slice and he was relishing the second slice, but still listening to her and he had a smile on his face, listening to her talks.
While she tried hard not to stare at his dimpled killer sexy smile, when saw how much he was enjoying the food, she realized how hungry he was.
"I'll be back..." She said running upstairs and took some khaki shorts and a vest for men which she had found in her room's cupboard and she went back downstairs with them.
"Ermm... I guess that you would want to change..." She said awkwardly and handed them to him and then continued, "Ermm... Voh... Actually... I had found these few clothes in my cupboard..."
He had a crooked smile looking at the clothes and then realization hit her that she didn't even know his name, nor what he was doing here, neither why he was in this state. But before she could ask him anything, he spoke.
"Well, did you know anything about the man to whom these belonged ?" He asked curiously with a crooked smile, and Zoya looked at him a little confused.
"Erm... Well, all i do know about him is that he was very hot and sexy but weird and also that he was a chef !" Zoya laughed with a blush and she felt something fishy when she saw him smirking with a little blush on his face, "Why are you asking ?" She asked cautionously.
He scratched the back of his head and replied with a crooked smile, "I'm sorry i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Asad Ahmed Khan, or should i say 'the very hot and sexy but weird chef !'" He replied with a smirk and tried hard not to laugh when he saw her eyes widen like saucers, her mouth fell agape and a beautiful crimson red blush that adorned her cheeks for the umpteenth time that night.
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