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Am back with another OS. This one was a prompt request by Ankie (MissHumptyDumpty). Ankie sorry sweets, I know I took like forever to write it, but... LIFE. Hope you like this one. Frankly it's not as I had invisioned it, but this is the best I could do with the whole world plotting against me, LOL. This ones extremely long, I hope you all read it till the end.
I really hope you like it.
And Sis Saima has done the Naamkaran for this one too.
P.S. A special thanks to Chahat for her idea for the plot.
A Little Lost A Little Found
Her peaceful slumber was broken, again, by the same nightmare she had been having ever since Asad saved her from Akram and the almost forced wedding. She sat up straight on her bed, perspiration dampening her whole body. Sighing Zoya moved back on her bed, resting her back against the headboard of her bed in Khan Villa, a place that had come to mean home to her. She tried taking in a few deep breaths to calm her heart which was still beating fast due to the nightmare. A nightmare where she could see nothing but darkness and could just feel an unknown weight engulf her being. A weight so heavy it made breathing difficult. No matter how hard she tried, these nightmares didn't go away. The only soothing thing in between all this were the three words Asad had said in his deep authoritative voice "Qubool Nahi Hai"
Sighing she pushed her duvet away and walked towards the window of her room. She opened it wide and let the cool breeze in, caressing her skin and making her chocolate brown hair dancing softly. Closing her eyes, she leaned against the window frame and let nature calm her. She knew that nothing and nobody could calm her the way nature could. It had alway done that to her, for as long as she could remember. This is what had always helped her when she had those nightmares where she would hear a child helplessly shouting for their Ammi to save her from the fire that seemed to engulf everything. But now she could add Asad's voice to this list too. As the scene crossed her mind she shuddered and instantly opened her eyes not wanting to relive her nightmare. She smacked her head "Allah miyan what's wrong with you Zoya? Already ek nightmare kaafi nahi hai that you are thinking about the other too. Try sleeping Zoya, try sleeping. You need to rest". Saying that she settled back into her bed, pulling her duvet up to her chin trying to sleep.
As the morning sun rose it baught with it another problem for Zoya. Since the time Asad had saved her from Akram, she had been looking for her lost earring, a treasured item which was the last connection she had with her mother. Without bothering to eat, the first thing she did was that she started looking around her room for the missing object. She opened her closet and pulled out every item of her clothing, shaking each top and checking each pocket of all the pairs of jeans. Not finding anything she threw all her clothes on the floor and retrieved the lehnga she was forced to wear that day. She spread it out on her bed and looked at every inch of the heavy zari work to check if the earring was stuck somewhere on the lehnga but the result was the same. She dumped it on the floor too and took to the dupatta. Repeating the activity of scanning every inch of that too but the result was the same. Dejected she sat in the middle of all the mess that she had created.
As she sat thinking where her earring could be she heard Dilshaad call out to her but before she could answer, the door to her room opened and there stood Dilshaad wide eyed seeing the mess "Ya Allah Zoya, yeh room ka kya haal bana rakha hai? Thank God Asad has already left for work or else what would have been his reaction I really don't know". Saying that she came into the room picking up as many clothes as she could. As she looked at Zoya her expression changed from shock to concern. "What happened Zoya, you look so worried". Zoya looked at Dilshaad with tears brimming in her eyes "Phoophi..." She whined. Dilshaad ran a loving hand through her hair and smiled, encouraging her to speak further. "Phoophi, I've lost my Ammi's only belonging, I lost the only item I had of hers. I lost my Ammi's earring". Zoya said with tears brimming in her eyes. Dilshaad's expression changed from concern to worry. "What? But how?"
"I don't know Phoophi..." She said with tears now rolling down her cheeks.
Dilshaad stepped forward and wiped her tears."You will find it beta, you must have kept them somewhere... Try looking in the room properly" Zoya shook her head in denial and looked around her room and the mess it was in. Helplessly gesturing with her hands she said "I already have Phoophi... It's not here". She said trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Understanding what this all ment for Zoya, Dilshaad embraced her in a warm hug, trying to take away the pain she knew Zoya would be feeling. Zoya let the warmth of her Phoophi's love engulf her and erase the pain she felt due to the loss.
Unknown to the two, from the far end of the house stood Asad smiling, seeing them behave like mother and daughter. Only he knew what his heart had felt finding a drugged Zoya, dressed in that bridal finery, with her lip and forehead bleeding. Every time that image crossed his mind he could feel his blood boil and his heart would almost stop, remembering how she was pleading him with her eyes to save her. He still felt a shiver run down his spine thinking about the what if, but at the same time the corners of his lips would curl up remembering how his name sounded on her lips when she had said it. It was a constant echo he could hear ringing in his head, how she had said his name for the very first time, or rather the only time she had said it till now. "Asad" he said aloud and almost frowned realizing it wasn't as melodious as how Zoya could say it. Shaking his head he moved forward walking towards his room. Just as he was about to open the door to his room he heard his Ammi call out to him.
"Asad? I thought you had left for work." She said looking surprised
Asad took one look towards Zoya who was standing just behind Dilshaad and said "I... I ... Umm... Vo... I forgot a file Ammi." This change in his focus didn't go unnoticed by his Ammi who smiled at another one of his failed attempts to hide his feelings from her. Not wanting to let this opportunity go she said "Aaj kal focus nahi hai tumahara kaam pe. You seem to be too distracted all the time. Forgetting about your meetings, forgetting your files and sometimes not even going in to work. Allah knows what's happened to you and your focus." She said pretending to be worried about him. Asad looked away and then quickly walked into his room.
He sighed feeling relieved that his Ammi had not asked him too many questions. He smiled a small smile thinking that maybe, just maybe his Ammi had a fair idea about his feelings. He didn't want to hide anything from her but didn't know exactly what he was feeling and what he should call these feelings that he was harbouring for Zoya. Taking a deep breath he walked towards his cupboard looking for his file. He went through one drawer after the other opening and closing every drawer looking for the missing file.
As soon as he closed the drawer with his personal belongings he stopped for a moment and opened it again. He gently picked up the tiny piece of ornament and held it up at eye level and looked at it lovingly. As if in a trance he brought his hand down and held the earring against this heart feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. Not knowing what to understand of these strange feelings and these strange signals his mind sent to his heart he looked at it once more before putting the earring back in the drawer. Going through his cupboard he finally found his file and then left for work, shouting out to his Ammi he told her he was leaving, making sure he was loud enough for everyone else too, just in case.
As he sat in his car he smacked his head for his behavior which he felt was no less than a love struck teenagers "Allah miyan what's wrong with you Asad?" As soon as these words left his mouth his eyes widened in shock and he shook his head "Great, just great... Now I even talk like her... Allah, this girl is driving me crazy. What should I do? What is happening to me? Should I talk to Ammi? Tch, she already is behaving strange...maybe she already knows, maybe she already has figured it out. But its going to be difficult talking about this... Allah madad" he sighed and finally pulled out the driveway.
Looking out her window zoya saw Asad, she rubbed her eyes not believing what she saw. "Was he really talking to himself? Have never seen him do that. Hope he's OK and those men hadn't hit him on his head". Her last statement set her brain in overdrive. She sat down thinking about the day she had gone to meet Akram and realized that though Asad had pushed her in going, he was the one who had saved her. She remembered how he had rescued
her and faught to save her, how he had carried her to his car and then to her room too. "Allah miyan, could it be that my earring got caught somewhere in his clothes. No no, if that was the case he would have returned it to me. He has no reason to keep my earring. But maybe he didn't notice it. Hmmm I will have to look in Mr.Khan's room too". She decided to ask dilshaad too about the same and went out looking for her.
"Phoophi... Phoophi..."
Dilshaad who had been sitting in her room walked to the top of the stairs and called out to Zoya "Kya hua? Kyoun itna zor zor as apni Phoophi ko yaad karo rahi ho?" Smiling wide Zoya walked up the stairs and putting her arm across Dilahaad's shoulder said "Hay!! kitni der se iss chand se chehre ko nahi dekha tha, saans hi nahi aa rahi thi". Dilshaad burst out laughing at her comment and pat her cheek. "Uff Zoya, where do you find these cute comments. You make me laugh so much". "So that means mission accomplished". Zoya smiled wide. Dilshaad caressed her cheek lovingly and nodded her head. As they settled on Dilahaad's bed Zoya said "Phoophi, remember I told you about my Ammi's earring... I have a feeling it's in Mr. Khan's room". Dilahaad's eyes widened with shock. "No Zoya, not possible... Why will Asad have your earring and even if he did he would have returned it to you. Why will he keep it".
"Exactly my point Phoophi. If he knew he has it he would have returned it, but he hasn't... It could be that he doesn't know he has it". Dilshaad looked on in confusion not understanding a word of what Zoya was saying. "Oh ho Phoophi, all I am saying is that maybe it got stuck in his clothes and he doesn't know, so how will he return it. Phoophi I want your permission to go in Mr. Khan's room to check". As soon as Zoya said that, Dilahaad shook her head vigorously in the negative. "Oh no no no no no. I can't let you do that Zoya, I saw this morning what you did to your room looking for your Ammi's earring, I can't let you do the same to Asad's room... He will kill you for touching his things, no correction, not touching, for throwing his things AND for messing his room". Zoya held onto Dilahaad's shoulders and said "Phoophi please, I promise not to throw anything, I will very carefully pick things and keep them back in their place, please Phoophi, please please please".
Not finding a way out from Zoya's pleases, Dilshaad sighed and nodded her head in agreement. As Zoya saw Dilshaad give in she jumped up in happiness, clapping her hands like a kid. "Hold on, hold on, hold on. I will come with you and only I will touch things around. Zoya, you will only stand and watch". Zoya nodded her head and agreed to Dilahaad's condition. As they walked into his room, Dilshaad started looking in all the drawers and around the bed. Zoya too trying to look around his bed but realized the earring was not there. Dilshaad walked over to his wardrobe and opened it to look in the drawers there but found nothing. She looked through Asad's suits that were hanging there. All this while Zoya stood there trying to find the suit she knew Asad had worn that day, but couldn't find it.
"Phoophi, the suit Mr. Khan was wearing that day is not here". Dilshaad nodded and said "Yes. Asad has given that suit to the dry cleaners. Remember it had become dirty and stained and Asad wouldn't even keep it in his room, let alone the cupboard. It will come back tomorrow afternoon. Oh that reminds me Zoya, I will not be at home when Asad's clothes will be delivered. Please collect them and bring them to his room tomorrow". Zoya nodded her head. Just as Dilahaad was about to close the wardrobe Zoya stopped her "Wait, wait, wait Phoophi. You didn't check that drawer". She said pointing to the drawer on the left side. Dilshaad looked where Zoya was pointing and then closed the cupboard "That drawer has his personal belongings. Little things from his childhood to a few things from his life today that he feels a connect with. Things that remind him of special moments, special occasions and the few special people in his life. Your earring can't be in there". "Hmm. OK. But no harm in checking once..." Dilshaad cut her off "I know Zoya, he would never keep anything else there". With one longing look at the drawer she walked out the room with Dilahaad.
The next morning Zoya saw one after the other all the occupants of The Khan Villa leave. The first one to leave was Asad, who had a meeting at 9. The next to leave was Najma for a class that was to start at 10:30 and soon she saw her beloved Phoophi leave for a 11:30 play she was to watch with her friends. Zoya went about the house looking for her lost earring. She knew she would find it in the house. Her instincts told her so. She had always felt connected to her mother through those earrings and she could still feel the faint connect, but where exactly to look for it she didn't know. She walked out the house and looked around the driveway and all the pretty potted plants her Phoophi so loved. Not finding anything there, she walked back into the house and looked around the living room.
She looked under the couches and the tables. Inside every drawer and under every cushion but couldn't find it. As she was heading to her room to check again, she heard the door bell ring. Frowning she opened the door and found a man standing with the delivery of Asad's clothes. Taking the package she paid for it and closed the door. She was just about to keep the packet on the couch when she remembered the OCD that is going to kick in as soon as Asad saw it. Sighing she took it to his room. She first placed it on his bed and was just about to turn around when she looked at the cupboard.
Remembering that unexplored drawer she walked towards his wardrobe and stood in front of it. "Zoya, kya kar rahi hai, babbar sher ko pata chala naa, he will eat you alive and no one would know you ever existed..." She tried gathering as much courage as she could to go through Asad's things. She was well aware that he would instantly know someone had been touching his things and with his Ammi and Najma out it would take him no time to guess the culprit's name. Taking a deep breath she jerked open the door and stood still. The strong fragrance of his cologne seemed to be reaching out for her, slowly engulfing her. She closed her eyes and took in another deep breath feeling her body relax, her stomach summersaulted and her heart did a funny flip flop. Her eyes shot open and she took a step back. "Allah miyan what was that? Why did I feel these strange feelings and what's it with my heart and my stomach... Why do I always feel these sensations when in close proximity with him? Gosh, his fragrance is intoxicating, makes my body react strangely... Never have I reacted to anyone else like this. Then why him, HIM". Her eyes widened with shock at the sudden realization.
Zoya shook herself out of these strange feelings she had started to connect to Asad. She took out one of the spare clothes hanger and moved to Asad's bed, opening the package with his suit. She carefully took the suit out the packet and placed it on his bed. Staring at it a few moments and then at her watch she thought "Won't take me much time... Zoya jaldi se check karle and then no one will know, not even Jahanpana Six Packs". Quickly skimming through the suit Zoya sighed in defeat. "Allah miyan, why are you doing this to me, that earring is the only thing I have left of my Ammi, and you are taking that away too... Please help me Allah please. I want that earring back". She said almost choking on the lump that was forming in her throat.
Clearing her throat she placed his suit on the hanger and took it back to the wardrobe and placed it among the others that she saw hung so neatly. She looked down at the drawer containing his personal belongings. She bit the left corner of her lips thinking "To search or not to search?" Smiling wide she continued "Zoya you can do anything, even venture into the Lion's den. Jaldi se dekh leti hoon". Saying, she opened the drawer with a jerk causing all its ingredients to slide to the front of the drawer. She looked at it in horror realizing that there was no way she will be able to place things back in their place and Jahanpana Six Packs will undoubtedly come to know that someone went through his drawer.
Panicking she literally rummaged through its contents and just as she was placing a stack of papers back she saw a little twinkle of light reflecting off something. She took the stack to Asad's bed and placed it there. She gently picked paper after paper not wanting to shuffle them, and barely 20-25 sheets later , there, she found it. As she saw it her eyes widened with shock. "Allah miyan, mera earring..." She exclaimed in shock. No longer had she finished this sentence when she heard the front door open and close and the familiar sound of Asad's shoes squeaking on the polished floor. Panicking, she picked up everything and ran to the drawer, she dumped everything in and closed the drawer looking over her shoulder to see Asad standing at his door looking at her wide eyed. Before she could realize what was happening she saw Asad scream her name and run towards her. And then she screamed. She found Asad by her side immediately holding her finger in his hand in a tight grip.
"Aap dekh ke kaam nahi kar sakti? Always getting hurt and putting yourself in danger". He scolded her. She looked up with tears in he eyes 'Allah miyan what's wrong with you Mr.Khan, ek toh mujhe lag gai and you are scolding me". Hearing that he took her hand and pressed her fingers between his palms. She hissed in pain "Mr. Khan aur dard ho raha hai... Aap kisi WWE wrestler kay nahi mere fingers press kar rahey ho. Leave it, I will manage". Saying that she tried to pull her hand from his grasp but he didn't let go. Instead he started walking towards the kitchen, pulling her along.
"Aap chup rahiye and let me help. We should apply some ice to it, that will help in reducing the pain". Making her sit at the table he quickly took out a bowl and filled it with cold water adding ice cubes to it too. He took the bowl to the table and gently dipped her fingers into it. He heard her gasp due to the cold water and her eyes closed due to the pain she felt. Asad pulled her hand out and gently pressed it between his palms. "Is it better?" He asked in a soft voice. Zoya's eyes flew open and locked with his. She nodded her head trying to pull her hand out of his hold. His warm palms holding her cold fingers did strange things to her senses and she couldn't really think straight because her mind was in over drive.
They didn't know how long they sat there looking into each others eyes holding hands, but they did. Somehow it seemed natural to be holding hands and sitting. It felt so natural for him to be caring for her the way he did right now. As this thought crossed her mind Zoya blinked her eyes realizing where her mind was taking her. She kicked herself mentally and pulled her hand out of his warm grasp. As soon as he felt her pulling her hand, he reluctantly let go of it. He saw her dip her fingers in the bowl again and her eyes shut tight due to the pain she felt. As she opened her eyes she saw him staring at her and could easily see care and concern in his eyes. After a few more minutes of sitting in silence Zoya removed her fingers from the bowl and looked at the blue black mark that had now formed on her finger nails.
"Is it better... Does it hurt now?" She heard Asad ask, his voice full of concern. She looked at him and shook her head "It's not as bad now. I think it will hurt a few days now". Asad nodded his head and with a final look at her bruised finger, her picked up the bowl of cold water and preceded toward the sink to keep it. As he turned around he saw Zoya standing almost behind him looking at him skeptically. He raised his eyebrows asking her the reason behind the look on her face. Asad looked at her and it seemed that she was really thinking very hard and after a few seconds of thinking very hard she finally spoke.
"Mr. Khan, you saved me from Akram a few days back... Is that correct?"
Asad looked at her with confusion and nodded his head in agreement, not understanding why she was asking this because he knew she remembered that he was the one to bring her home that evening.
"Were you the last person I was with outside the house?" Asad again nodded his head in agreement.
"And the last one before I fell unconscious?" Asad nodded again, utterly confused about the direction or the purpose of this whole conversation.
After a few seconds of trying to put her thoughts together she said "So I am not wrong in assuming that you were the last one who saw me with my now missing earring?"
As soon as Zoya said that, Asad felt his heart leap into his mouth and nodding his head he gave his consent to that question as well. Gathering all her courage she asked him her next question. "Sooo... Ummm... Can... Can I ask you another question?" Asad nodded his head not sure what she would ask next. Taking a deep breath Zoya looked straight into his eyes "So do you know where my earring is?" Asad looked away feeling like a 5 year old who had been caught stealing chocolates from the fridge.
"Umm... I... Aaa... I... I don't know what you are talking about Ms. Farooqui." He said. He could now feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest and could hear his blood rushing through his veins. Zoya stood there watching him intently. She took a step closer to him and raised her hand to his eye level. "What is this then?" She said opening her fist and revealing her earring. As he saw her earring, his eyes widened and he could feel his face heat up. He looked at her and then away trying hard to find an excuse as to why he had been holding onto her earring.
"If you didn't know anything, then why was my earring in your drawer?"
Trying to save himself from any more embarrassment he continued "I don't know what you are saying. What drawer?" He said trying to look like the Jahanpanah she called him.
"Your drawer Mr. Khan... The one you keep your personal things in, things that remind you of your childhood and your loved ones. THAT drawer."
"I don't know." He said again trying to look angry he started walking away when Zoya held his hand and stopped him.
He turned around looking at her. He could only see confusion in her eyes, eyes that otherwise were full of life and that twinkled with love were now clouded with confusion. He didn't like the expression in her eyes, the confusion, the uncertainty and the many questions he could so easily read. Sighing Asad took a step closer to her and gently removed her hand that was holding onto his sleeve. He held her hand in his and guided her to the couch making her sit. Zoya looked at him with the same expression, the only difference being that all the emotions had increased ten fold. She just couldn't understand what was happening.
"Now ask me as many questions as you want. I will answer them all... with sincerity." He said looking deep in her eyes with so much intensity that she could feel her heart pickup pace like never before. Not even when he had carried her bridal style after knocking out Akram's goons. Taking a deep breath to calm her heart Zoya started asking him questions... Because she knew she wanted a few answers and understand what exactly was happening and why was Asad behaving strange since that day.
"When did you find my earring?"
"As soon as I returned that day, after putting you on your bed".
"Why didn't you return it when you knew I was looking for it".
"Because we were not talking anymore".
Zoya looked at him a strange feeling gripping her heart. She didn't know why all these answers ment so much to her, why she was clinging on to every word he said. "If we were talking, would y... Would you have returned it to me?" She trailed off not understanding why this question was so imporyant., why his yes or no would make a difference to her.
"No" he said in barely a whisper looking deep into her eyes.
"Why?" She managed to say merely in a whisper.
They sat there looking into each others eyes, trying to find answers to their questions. Where on one hand this was all too new for Zoya and she couldn't understand why Asad was doing or saying anything like this, Asad on the other hand wanted to see just one flicker in her eyes giving away any signs of her feeling the same for him.
"Because... I wanted to keep a part of you with me". He said. Zoya looked at him with more questions. Asad sighed and held her hands in his, intertwining their fingers. " Zoya I am going to tell you something and I want you to please listen to me without interrupting. Its not easy for me to voice my emotions. Feeling all her confidence slipping away, Zoya nodded her head, now feeling uncertain of what he wanted to say.
"Zoya... I.. I have had your earring... as soon as I had found it, I wanted to return it, but something or the other kept coming in between and I never could." he let a few minutes pass in silence allowing her to absorb what ever he had said and trying to gather his own thoughts to tell her the complete truth, to bare is heart in front of her. He saw her looking at him with anticipation. "Later, I didn't want to give it back... somehow feeling connected to it. As if it was Allah's way of telling me something..." He trailed off.
All that Asad said took her completely by surprise. She didn't know whether to feel happy that she had finally found her Ammi's earring, be confused at what Asad was saying or be angry with him that he kept something so precious with him leading her to believe that it was lost. Deep down a small flicker of an emotion did make her heart flutter though, an emotion that she felt only when he was around, when he held her in his arms carrying her to his SUV, an emotion she felt again as soon as he had said he wouldn't have returned her earring, keeping it as he felt connected to it... Could it mean he felt connected to her too. Her eyes widened as that thought crossed her mind and she shook her head.
"I don't understand..." She said softly. Asad smiled a small smile "I couldn't either... But now I do... I understand it all." He said looking in her eyes. Zoya again felt her heart flutter and could feel heat creap up her cheeks. She looked down at their intwined fingers and tried pulling her hand out as discreetly as she could. But Asad was quick to understand what she was doing so held her hand that much tighter. She winced in pain as Asad held her injured fingers in a tight grip. As he heard her hiss in pain he loosened his hold and stroked her fingers with his thumb. "Sorry..." He whispered her pain visible in his eyes too. "It's OK." She said not wanting him to feel bad because of her. They sat quietly not understanding what was it that the other wanted to say or ask. Finally Zoya spoke "What are you trying to say Mr. Khan I really can't understand." She said feeling lost due to all that he was saying. Asad signed and got up pacing the length of the couch. After a few minutes he sat next to her again.
"Zoya, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced you to go meet Akram like that. I know I should have at least listened to what you had to say. You can say I was blinded by my faith in my employee. I... I am sorry." He said. Zoya looked at him and could see his guilt in his eyes. She smiled at him, a faint smile, knowing how difficult it would have been for him to say all that he had. " "It's OK. Though I was really hurt when you didn't listen to me and forced me to go and then the way Akram and his men forced me for whatever happened at that farm, it all made me very angry. But when you came and saved me... And the way you took care of me all throughout... I forgave you."
Asad felt relieved and the tension leave his body as he heard her say that. He saw her smile falter and then she looked at her bruised fingers. He followed her gaze. "Zoya?" She looked up at him looking at her expectantly. "Hmm" " Aa... Vo.. Actually... We.. We started off on a bad note... But after whatever has happened between us and around us... Would you... Would you like to start afresh." Zoya locked her eyes with his. There was complete silence before Asad spoke again. Raising his hand towards her for a handshake he said again "Friends?" Zoya looked at his extended hand and then in his eyes "No!" She said in a flat tone and saw his smile falter and then his hand starting to lower.
Asad heard her firm NO and felt like a fool to have put his feelings out in the open like that. As his smile faltered and his hand lowered Zoya grabbed his hand in a tight grip and smiled. Asad saw her face break into a warm smile, which he had seen her share with his Ammi and Najma. Confused, he too smiled a little. Zoya saw the hesitation in his smile and then smiling wider she said "I don't make just friends, I make Friends Forever. Are you game for it." Asad chuckled listening to her and held her soft hand firmly in his and shook it lightly. Nodding his head he answered in a soft tone "Friends Forever."
As they both let go of each others hands they heard the clap of hands and turned in the direction of the sound. They saw Dilahaad standing there looking at them lovingly. "Chalo! At least you two agreed to be friends. Spares me from all your child like fights." Zoya giggled at her comment. Dilshaad then saw her bruised fingers which had by now got a blue black mark. "Zoya what happened to your hand?" She said in a panicked voice. "Nothing much Phoophi, I was looking for my earring, the one I told you about, and got hurt while closing a drawer". Dilshaad took her hand to have a close look at it. "Does it hurt?" "Not now, Mr. Khan gave my fingers a cold dip and am now OK" she said smiling . "So did you find your earring?" Zoya looked at Dilahaad with a mischievous smile and then looking at Asad said "Yes, I did. The same place you told me it could never be". Dilahaad's eyes widened with shock and she looked from Zoya to Asad and then back to Zoya. Feeling exposed, Asad quickly made a bee line for his room, shutting the door behind him and then heard his house echo with the laughter of his Ammi and his new friend. A smile broke out on his lips too as he moved towards his cupboard and opened THAT drawer. He looked at the mess that Zoya had made and sighing started arranging it like he always liked it.
As he closed his drawer he thought to himself "At least I was able to become friends with her... Isn't that the first step toward any relationship. Hope I will be able to tell her my true feelings soon. Wait till I make you mine, then maybe I will have the last laugh Zoya... Just wait till I make you mine."
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