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I home u guys read my note in the previous post 😕 i would like to apologize again for my mistake 😳 and i would like to apologize once again for taking so long in updating, i was kinda lost in how to shape up this story, so as a compensation, a long update ! ❤️
Chapter 3 :Asad couldn't hold back his laughter anymore after looking at her shocked and embarassed expressions, but when he started to laugh, his side began to pain again and he started coughing.
As soon as he started coughing, Zoya came out of her embarassment and realized that he was paining again. She poured him a glass of water and handed it to him while searching frantically for the painkillers in the first aid box and when she finally found them, she handed them to him and he gulped them down along with the glass of water.
"Thanks.." He said handing her back the glass and she only nodded, the earlier embarassment came back to their minds and she flushed and Asad noticed that, "Please, you don't need to be embarassed at all... It's ok, don't worry, you didn't knew that i was that same person..." Asad tried hard not to laugh again when she covered her face with her palms, "Ok, ok, leave that topic... By the way, what's your name ? I'm sorry, you did so much for me and i just realized that i don't even know your name..." Asad asked scratching the back of his head slyly and she let her hands fall to her sides and looked down, smiling sadly to herself.
"Zoya... Zoya Farooqui..." She replied quietly but Asad didn't missed the sadness in her voice which was masked by the smile on her face.
He wanted to ask her the reason behind that sadness but then didn't wanted to pry, after all, he was only a stranger to her.
"Roshni ya phir Zindagi ?" He asked with a smile in a hope to see the gorgeous smile back on her face but she only looked back up at him confused.
"Matlab ?" Zoya asked confused as to what he was refering and he smiled at her expressions.
"I don't remember well Zoya's meaning, Light or Life ?" He asked her softly and she smiled a faint smile.
"Both ! Zoya has two meanings, Light and Life !" Zoya explained him but he only stared at her which was making her nervous because she felt that by his gaze, he was able to see through her.
"And which one is yours ?" He asked still staring at her and her smile got wiped off her face as she looked straight at him.
Asad realized that he might have crossed an unknown line by her expressions, so he decided to change the topic.
"Erm, can you please help me to the bathroom, please ? I would like to take a bath, i won't be able to sleep like this now that i have clothes..." He asked a little awkwardly.
"Erm you can't... I mean that you just get stitched and you can't soak your wound for 48 hours... But you can change...", she said softly and came to his side and gently made him sit, with her hand on his bare back.
For the first time, Zoya Farooqui was hesitating and blushing like a teenager while treating a wounded person, she felt like banging her head against the wall for her childish behaviour.
She helped him in standing up and went to the kitchen with the empty pizza box and the glass, leaving him alone to change his clothes. She smacked her own head for behaving like a teenager in front of her crush, she gulped some water down and came back to her senses, she was an adult and she wasn't going to play the role of a drooler who had no self-respect. So now when she would face him, she would be a strong woman who doesn't fall for good looks.
She made her way back to the living-room where she had forgotten that Asad was still changing, when she saw his bare back, she realized that and cursed herself, making her way back out but seemed like Asad had heard her coming in.
"Zoya ? Ermm...can you help me ? I'm not able to wear this..." Asad asked awkwardly and Zoya stopped in her tracks and cursed herself for her stupidness but then sighed and turned around to face him and nodded.
She took the vest from him and helped him in wearing it as gently as possible not to hurt his wounds and finally she made him lie down and went to bring a blanket for him.
Once she was back, she gently put the blanket over him and yawned, "I'm sorry, i would have given you the guest room but the furniture hasn't come yet, all i have is this couch and the bed in the mater bedroom... Ok, now let's just sleep, i'm exhausted..." Zoya said while making her way out but Asad's words stopped her.
"Really ?! I mean you would have let anybody sleep at your place just like that ? I mean, what if that person turns out to be a psycho, a criminal or Khuda na Khaasta a bloody rapist ?!" Asad asked worried about her safety and she turned around to face him, completely amused.
She chuckled and crossed her arms accross her chest, "For your kind information, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan, i'm a 21st century girl, i can take care of myself, i'm a karate black belt champion and i sleep with my pepper spray and even if that person turns out to be a 'bloody rapist', let me remind you that that person is wounded and since i was the one to treat him, i know very well his weaknesses..." Zoya said proudly and Asad looked surprised but as soon as she had said 'weaknesses', he snapped back.
"I'm not weak !" He snapped back at her and she smirked before making her way towards him benting down, close to his face.
She pressed her hand on the bruise near his shoulder and he hissed in pain, "Nor am i..." Zoya whispered close to him, looking much more relaxed and composed than earlier in his proximity.
She stood up again and made her way out, leaving Asad smiling and impressed at her back. She was switching off the living-room's lights when he spoke.
"You don't even want to know what i was doing locked in that almirah ?" He asked with a crooked smile and she laughed at him.
"You speak quite a lot for someone who just have been through stitches and that too without anesthesia..." Zoya laughed and his ears turned red, "Of course, i want to know ! But for now i'm sleepy, so you'll tell me everything in the morning and also why you didn't wanted me to take you to the hospital, but for now, good night !" Zoya spoke from the corridor while climbing the stairs to go to her room.
He shook his head with a smile and whispered, "Good night, Zoya...", and he drifted in a slumber while thinking about what grief had this beautiful young woman who had a heart of gold, he had caught the sorrow behind that beautiful smile and was unusually curious about her.
As the doorbell rang in the morning, Zoya woke up in a startle and rubbed her eyes then looked around at the different environment but then recovered when she remembered that she had moved in, then she remembered Asad...
Before she could think further, she heard something fall and her eyes widen remembering that he was wounded and might have hurted himself again. She jumped out of her bed and heard the doorbell once again.
As she opened the door, she saw Asad standing in front of her, looking drowsy and holding the wall as support but he seemed very panicked.
"Good morning ! Please hide me from that psycho !" Asad litterally seemed to beg and Zoya started panicking, realizing that he had climbed the stairs in that state, so it meant there surely was something to be panicked and then his words registered in her.
"W-what ha-happened ?" Zoya asked worriedly, scared about the answer but he seemed to be adamant in hiding when they heard the doorbell again, "Ok, ok... You go in and i'll open the door !" She said a little scared and panicked.
He sighed in relief, "Thanks...and please don't tell her that i am here !" Asad said shutting the door and Zoya looked confused but shook her head and took steady steps towards the door.
"Zoyaaa..." When she heard that familiar voice, she frowned and looked from the window, it was none other than Humaira Siddiqui, her neighbour.
She breathed a sigh of relief, Asad had scared the hell out of her, she wondered what had happened to him while opening the door and greeting Humaira.
"Good morning, Zoya ! I'm sorry, i guessed that i woke you up, actually i have to go at my cousin's place it's her wedding, then i thought that since you just moved in yesterday, you might not have anything to eat for breakfast, so here i made you some breakfast, i'm sorry, i'm in a rush so can't give you company, i left you my number near the plate... I gotta go, bye !" Humaira came in as soon as Zoya opened the door and kept ranting while making her way to the kitchen and put down the tray she had brought along with her and when she was about to leave, Zoya grabbed her hand.
Zoya shook her bubbly neighbour by her shoulders, "Humaira... Just breath !" She ordered before taking her in a hug, "Good morning Humaira ! And i can't thank you enough for whatever you are doing for me... I'm a little reserved kind of person and it's a blessing to have you as a neighbour so i wonder what would it be if we were friends..." Humaira pulled back at that.
"Arey i had understood that you were a little reserved kind of person the first time i talked to you... But i still liked you because you are beautiful and after talking to you i realized that it was not only from the outside but the inner beauty in you made me like you... And what are you talking about ? I don't know about you but to me you're my friend..." Zoya laughed shyly at that and embraced Humaira once again.
"Thank you, it really feels good to hear that since i don't have much friends and i don't make them easily... Anyways, so now we are friends !" Zoya smiled happily but then realized something and pulled back, "Weren't you getting late ?"
Humaira gasped, "I need to leave now, i'll be back in 2-3 days, see you then and if you need anything, don't hesitate in calling me, i left my number on a piece of paper on the tray !" She made her way out and blew a kiss at Zoya.
Zoya reached to the door with a smile and closed it, she chuckled while remembering her bubbliness.
She was unaware of the ears who had unintentionally heard most of the exchanges between both girls and that person had grown even more curious about this beautiful, yet broken girl, he didn't know why he was feeling this pull towards this girl but all he knew was that he wanted to know more about her.
He came out of his thoughts when he heard her coming up and standing with her hands on her hips, looking at him with a stern look, "What was that ?" Zoya asked him sternly.
"What was what ?" Asad asked innocently and she fumed in anger.
"You scared the hell out of me ! I thought that... Leave it ! And why did you call Humaira a psycho ?" Zoya almost shouted and he looked a little confused.
"Who is Humai... Oh ! You mean that that psycho's name is Humaira !" Asad realized that but stopped when he saw her glaring at him.
"Why do you call her 'psycho' when you don't even know her name ?! What did she do to you ?!" Zoya asked angrily with her hands on her hips while taking a step forward towards him and he looked a little flushed, she noticed that his cheeks were turning red.
He gulped his saliva, "Voh... Actually... She creeps me out..." Asad muttered under his breath and Zoya looked at him in confusion, he scratched the back of his head.
"And why so ?" Zoya prodded him to speak further.
He cleared his throat and tried to change the topic, "Hmm... It's smelling good ! Did that psyc... I mean, did Humaira brought something to eat ?"
When he tried to walk away, she blocked his way, "Why ?", she asked him again and he looked down and muttered quickly something under his breath, "Huh ? Can you repeat please ?", she asked completely confused and she noticed him turning a deep shade of red.
"She... I caught her once looking in this manor from her house with binoculars w-when i had just come out of shower... Thankfuly i was wearing my pants, but you tell me ! Who does something like that ?! And you know, once she even came and rang the bell, i didn't wanted to open but she had already seen me, so i thought that 'Come on, Asad, bad manners ! You should open the door !', but even then i only slightly opened the door and tried to talk to her straight to the point but she was interested in getting in the house so i shut the door on her fac..." Before he could complete what he had began to say, he heard a hysteric laugh and when he looked at the person, he saw that she had turned red with laughter.
Zoya tried to control her laughter but she was unable to, whenever she quietened, then, she would burst out laughing again. She couldn't believe her ears, she couldn't keep this bubble inside, it was just too funny to hear both sides of Asad and Humaira's story.
While she laughed, Asad couldn't help but stare at her, she was beautiful but the smile only added to her beauty and gave her an innocence that would be hard to find in any women, nowadays, she looked simply angelic and it wasn't long before Zoya realized his stare and recovered from laughing.
"Sorry... It's just that you and Humaira just... cracked me up !" Zoya stated giggling again and he bit his lips sheepishly, "And by the way, guess who had told me about the previous resident ?" She laughed again at his shocked expressions.
"A chef, yes ! Perhaps hot and sexy... But weird ? Look who says that ?!" Asad muttered under his breath but Zoya heard and laughed again and Asad was somewhat feeling satisfied from inside that he made a grieved soul laugh freely.
"Ok, ok, now leave that and let's just have breakfast..." Zoya said recovering and he smiled, nodding his head.
She helped him down the stairs with his arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other arm holding the railing for support, she led him to the couch and brought the tray from the kitchen and put it on the middle of the couch.
Asad started opening the covers of the plates while Zoya sat accross him with her legs folded beneath her on the couch. On the tray, a little piece of paper caught his attention, he frowned and unfolded it and raised a brow finding a phone number. He had missed the part where Humaira had mentionned about leaving her number to Zoya.
He showed it to Zoya, "Boyfriend ka number hai ?" He asked casually even though he didn't understood why that statement made him want to cringe.
Zoya's smile got wiped off her face and she shifted uncomfortably on the couch before snatching the piece of paper from him, "Humaira ka number hai !" She replied sternly and he didn't missed her change of expressions, he wondered what had happened to her, "Now if you don't mind, should we eat ?" She asked sarcastically in the same tone and he only nodded before looking down at the plate, he didn't mind her harshness because it was his fault, he pried so he had to be scolded after all.
After finishing a quiet breakfast, Zoya looked up at him who was drinking some apple juice, once he put the glass down, Zoya apologized, "I'm sorry, i didn't meant to be rude, it's just that..." Asad smiled softly at her, surprising her.
"...that you don't like others prying..." He completed for her, then looked down, "I am sorry, i should be the one apologizing, after all, it was my fault..." He apologized and this time Zoya looked away, trying not to break into tears, "Are you ok ?" Asad asked her softly noticing her nose turning red and the tears that escaped her eyes but were wiped off as soon as they were seen on her cheeks and she nodded.
Zoy wiped her cheeks embarassedly, she had never cried before anybody and she wouldn't start now.
"Erm... So, would you like some juice while telling me the story behind the cupboard thing ?" Zoya asked him trying to change the topic and he decided to tell her because at that moment, all he wanted was her to stop crying.
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A/N : tsk, tsk, tsk... Kitni fuzool ki baat karte hain ?! 😆 they dont come easily to the point aur jab aaye, i had to stop because it was getting too long and his story is also complicated and long, so u'll get to know in next update ! 😉 please press the 'Like' button and don't forget to leave
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Edited by SBanoMalik - 11 years ago
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