AzMa OS: When Our Breaths Met

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Ishq-Dua

@Ishq-Dua

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Posted: 9 years ago

Hey guys it's me Dua I'm back😳

So I have been on IF forum for quite along time and I usually write on my favorite couples. I have written on a lot of couples and since AzMa are my new interest I decided to try and write something for them.

I have been thinking about what will happen in Monday's episode and decided to start my OS from where Friday's episode ended and I let my imagination go crazy. So bear with me😆

I would love to hear comments/ feedback from you guys.

Please excuse my grammatical and spelling mistakes because I usually don't proofread my work. I know bad habit😆 I haven't wrote since a while now so I don't know how this will go.

P.S. This is an OS so it ends here. I don't write FFs anymore because I'm bad at commitment.

So here it goes, I hope I don't disappoint you guys. :D

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//When Our Breaths Met//

Mahira's weakened body slid against the handrail as she tried to hold on the metal for support but failed miserably. What was happening to her? She tried to take in oxygen into her lungs and expel it but something was ripping inside her throat. Beads of sweat had formed on the sides of her forehead and suddenly everything looked blurry. She blinked once, twice, before closing her eyes in submission.

Azaad dashed towards her as fast as he could. He could feel his heart almost ripping out of his chest as he noticed her color drained face tilted to the side as her fragile body was preparing to fall forward. He stretched his arm just in time allowing her to fall into his arms like a rag doll.

"Mahira!" He screamed her name as his fingers removed the strands of hair that covered her closed eyes.

"Mahira! What happened to you?! Answer me please!" He tapped the side of her cheek lightly in attempt to wake her up. But she didn't respond with anything. Without giving it a second thought, he quickly and carefully lifted her in his arms and hurried towards the door.

"Ami, I'm taking her to the hospital." He told Khan Begum as he exited the door.

Khan Begum crumpled her dupatta between her fingers, trying to cool the blood that was boiling in her veins.

"Urrrgh!! This girl is never going to die! What else I haven't done to get rid of her?! Why is she always saved?!"

She threw the dining chair in front of her so hard that one of its legs broke and slid across the floor.

Azaad came rushing back into the house suddenly.

"I need to get the car keys." He dashed up the stairs without looking at his upset mother.

"This is my chance." Khan Begum thought to herself.

"I have to stop Azaad from taking her to the hospital." She hurried out the door and spotted the white car parked outside. Her lips curved into an evil smile as she eyed the tires.

Azaad came back clutching what looked like keys in his hand as he ran across the hall where Khan Begum was standing beside the sofa trying to hide the victorious look on her face.

"Azaad beta, call me when you reach the hospital. Don't leave me worried. Bechari Mahira." She spoke with fake concern.

He nodded his head as he quickly rushed out leaving behind Khan Begum who laughed her head off.

As he opened the car door, his eyes fell on the flat tire of the car. He turned around and noticed the other front tire flat too.

"Oh Allah, not now." He gripped on the car door as he peeked at Mahira who lay in the back seat of the car unconscious. He moved his legs towards her and opened the car door.

His eyes scanned her face that had become even paler than before. The girl was beginning to look like a ghost. There was no time and he needed to get Mahira to the hospital. He scooped her into his arms and rushed towards the road. He started to run with her in his arms as he continued to look at her face every now and then to see if her condition was getting worse. His eyes lingered on her neck when he spotted something unusual and familiar at the same time and he stopped in his track. Strange blue line marks surrounded Mahira's neck and he could swear he had seen these lines on someone else's neck before.

His mind reminisced the time Afreen had gotten angry at him for refusing to be in a relationship with her because he didn't have any interest in her and she was supposedly his brother's love. He remembered how she had gotten so upset and literally told him that he would better be dead than refusing her. That day Azaad had discovered that Afreen wasn't a normal girl. She was a trained witch and Amaad was oblivious of this and still is.

His mind flashed the picture of a young man's body whose face looked like all his blood had been sucked out of him. He was stretched out motionless on the ground of the jungle. Azaad found him there when he was searching for the blue Kanjar flower for his mother. When he got closer to the man, he noticed blue line marks surrounding his neck. This is where Afreen revealed her true face to him and without any regret or fear, she confessed that the man who was sprawled on the ground was someone who disobeyed her and he had to pay a price. That price was his life. He still remembered that evil look that sat in her fearless eyes.

"You also have to pay." She had told him as her fingers curled around a medium sized bottle filled with some kind of clear liquid.

"One spray of this bottle will poison the air you breathe and once you inhale it, the poison will start to disperse throughout your body. Your face will turn bloodless white and you will feel your body burning and begin to wonder if you have actually reached jahanam. Blue marks will appear on your neck due to the lack of oxygen and you will die a very painful and slow death."

She gave him a nasty smile as she sprayed the chemical in his face. To her surprise Azaad stood there like nothing had happened. She continued to spray the chemical in the air while Azaad continued to stand there unaffected. "How is this possible?!" she gasped in shock as her eyes widened in surprise.

"You... You are not a normal human being." The words rolled off her tongue as she looked at him in astonishment.

He was pulled back to the present when he felt something warm against the palm of his hands. Mahira's body was heating up like a kiln and more blue marks had started to appear on her neck now. He felt as if someone had pierced a knife thought his heart when he saw her condition deteriorating in front of him.

"If I take her to the hospital they won't be able to detect what is wrong with her. No human knows about this poisoning potion." He spoke to himself as he glanced between the road and her.

"I should take her to my farmhouse and see what I can do." He glanced at her fragile body in his arms and rushed to the direction of his farmhouse.

Khan Begum sat in her room celebrating the return of her powers that were slowly returning back to her. "A couple more minutes and I will rule this universe with my powers again." She spoke as she looked at herself in the mirror with a satisfying smile.

Azaad reached the farmhouse and placed Mahira on the only bed that existed in the small room. He scanned her face with his eyes and lifted his hand towards her cheek.

"Mahira, can you hear me?" He bent his ear towards her mouth to feel her breathing and noticed her breathing was very slow.

"What should I do?"

"Mahira you can't leave me like this. I won't allow you to." He paused as he thought about an idea that might work. Since he had the power to heal wounds with his touch, maybe his breath can help in saving Mahira. This was not the time to think now, he needed to do something, anything to save her.

He hesitantly and slowly lowered his face towards her as he stared at her soft lips and closed his eyes as he felt her lips brushing against his and sending an electric current throughout his body. He shifted his thoughts to saving Mahira and breathed into her mouth repeatedly.

After a couple of minutes he slowly moved away from her and tried to feel if her breath had quickened. There was no change in her condition and he began to feel something seizing his heart as the tears swelled up in his eyes. He held her hand and placed it on his heart as the tears trickled down his face.

"You are the only light that tried to overtake the darkness of my life. You awakened things that I never knew existed within me. I'm a ruthless monster in everyone's eyes, but that's not what you see. You looked into my soul and touched it with your innocence. You can't leave me now. Not after you came into my life and changed it. Please... Please don't... leave m..."

He choked on his tears before finishing his sentence as he continued to weep into the blanket that covered her.

"Pleas.. He paused when he noticed her finger moving in the palm of his hand and raised his head in a mere second towards her face. Her head shifted a little to the side as she breathed slowly. "Mahira! He yelled her name as she slowly opened her eyes and scanned the room in confusion. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he tried to make her sit in bed. "Are you feeling ok?" He asked, the concern and happiness evident in his voice.

"Wha...What happened to me?" she held on to his arm for support.

"I just remember feeling suffocated and my body burning as I tried to hold the stair's handrail for support." She examined the room she was in and noticed that the place was new to her.

"Where am I?"

Azaad moved his arms away from her as he spoke. "You're at my farmhouse." He spoke without meeting her eyes.

"Your farmhouse? Why am I at your farmhouse?"

"I couldn't take you to the hospital because the tires of my car were flat, so I had to bring you here and I called a doctor to see you." He lied in the latter.

"What did the doctor say?" she asked curiously.

"He couldn't quite know the reason for you sudden illness, but he said you will be fine if you take rest."

He continued to speak without looking into her eyes.

"Can you look at me while you talk please?" She tilted her face towards his direction.

He hesitantly looked at her, "You take rest now while I prepare something for you to eat."

She noticed his puffed eyes and wet eyelashes. "Were...Were you crying?" She asked surprised.

He quickly shifted his eyes away from her direction. "N...No there is nothing like that. I... just splashed my face with water." He walked towards the door before she could ask him anything else.

"Kitna ajeeb hai woh. I can never figure him out." She lifted the light blanket away from her body, when she noticed it wet.

"What is this?" She inspected the blanket up-close as she noticed wet spots. "Matlab... he really was crying? Crying because he feared that something happened to me." She blushed and smiled at the thought of imagining sadoo Azaad crying for her.

"Why did he lie then? I should show him this blanket to prove his lie."

"Nah..." She brushed the idea away.

"He still won't confess, he would come up with another lie, maybe he would say I gave the blanket a wash along with my face. Hahaha" She laughed at her own joke.

Azaad came back to the room with a tray of food in his hands. He placed the tray on the table and raised the plate of soup between his hands as he sat at the edge of the bed.

"You have to eat, to regain your energy back." He lifted a filled spoon and placed it before her lips.

"It's ok, I can eat on my own." She moved her hand and let out a small yelp. Her arms and whole body ached. It felt like someone had beat her with a baseball bat.

Azaad placed his hand on her shoulder.

"You can eat on your own when you get better for now let me feed you."

She stared at his beautiful eyes that glistened from the sunlight that seeped through the window and into the room. They shared an awkward eye lock and both shifted their eyes away. She ate the spoonful that he kept offering to her without uttering a word. He grabbed the handkerchief and wiped her mouth when she finished and his fingers accidently brushed her soft petal lips and sent another electric current throughout his body. He lifted the tray and headed out the bedroom door before she would notice her affect on him.

"He actually cares for me." She spoke to herself as she saw him leave the room. "He brought me to his farmhouse, he cried for me, and now he's taking care of me."

A feeling of warmth filled her heart and she couldn't help it but feel excited with this discovery.

"Why doesn't he tell me though?" She wondered as she tried to think of the possible reason.

"His ego." She replied to her own question.

"A guy who can't say please and sorry Mahira, how is he supposed to say he cares about a simple girl like me."

Azaad returned to the room once again and found Mahira staring at him with interest.

"What?" He eyed her suspiciously.

"Nothing." She tried to act normal."

"You should sleep now, it's getting late. We can't go back home because I don't have a car and you're still in no condition to move around."

He stretched a mat beside the bed.

"Are... are you going to sleep in this room too?" She looked at him.

"This is the only room here, but if you're not comfortable I can stay outside."

"No!" She almost screamed.

"I mean it's your house why would you need to go outside. You can stay here it won't bother me at all in fact it would make me feel better." She paused and her cheeks flushed with red when she noticed what she blurted out and he eyed her lovingly.

"I... I mean I would feel better because...you know I'm not used to sleeping by myself." She added to divert the tension in the atmosphere.

"Good night Mr. Azaad." She turned her face the other side as she covered herself in the blanket.

"Good night" He stretched his long legs across the mat and stared at the celling of the room before closing his eyes.

In the middle of the night, he woke up in surprise as he heard a thud and something descending over him. He parted his eyelashes and caught of glimpse of Mahira lying asleep on top of him. She was still in deep sleep and hadn't felt when she rolled off the bed.

He felt her warm breath brushing the side of his neck while her hand settled on top of his heart making his heart beat like a drum. Her bosom met his iron like chest perfectly sending chills up his spine and causing his mouth to go dry. He gulped.

He carefully lifted her off his chest and their positions were switched now. He was on top of her while she continued to lie on the mat peacefully. He gazed at her beautiful face and examined her features even more. The color had returned back to her innocent face and her beautiful eyelashes fell down her eyelids like flower petals. Her luscious pink lips caught his attention and he remembered them brushing against his when he breathed into her mouth. He gulped again as he felt his body go stiff and wild thoughts started to invade his mind.

Before losing control over himself he moved aside from her and carefully picked her up in his arms making sure not to disturb her sleep, and placed her on the bed as he covered her with the blanket. He positioned himself back on his mat as he took one more glance at her before he closed his eyes.

The sun ripped through the clouds shining its rays across the beautiful blue sky.

Mahira woke up to find Azaad in the small kitchen preparing something to eat.

"Good morning." She cocked her head towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Good morning." Azaad replied back as he spread butter over a toast that settled in the palm of his hand.

"How are you feeling today?" He made sure to look at her when he asked.

"Much better." She said with a smile.

"I will freshen up and come." She moved towards the bathroom door.

In about 20 minutes she appeared at the kitchen door and Azaad felt her presence.

"Breakfast is rea..." He paused as his eyes fell on the angel that stood in the doorway.

She had just gotten out of the shower and was dressed in one of his black shirts that reached only to her knees, revealing her sexy legs. Wet locks hugged the sides of her face as the drops of water trailed down her neck and into her chest. His eyes stayed fixed on her while his breath was caught in his throat. Silence invaded the atmosphere as he continued to admire her beauty. She noticed his eyes lingering on her and her cheeks gave a tint of pink.

I'm... I'm sorry I didn't have anything else to wear." She spoke to break the silence.

He caught himself ogling at her and shyly turned his gaze away.

"It's ok. Come and eat breakfast so we can leave."

"I need to get out of here. I'm afraid I might lose control if I stay with her any longer." He thought to himself.

She pushed the chair slowly and seated herself down. They ate their meal and nothing was discussed as they secretly peeked at each other.

After finishing their meal they both got ready to leave and headed out. A blue car was parked outside the farmhouse.

"I called my friend and he sent someone with this car."

"Don't worry he left the place because I told him I will be driving the car back." He added when he noticed her uncomfortably holding on to the shirt she was wearing.

"Thank you." She smiled at him when she noticed he sent the guy away to avoid any awkwardness and discomfort for her.

They drove back home silently as both reminisced the time they both spent together. When they reached the mansion she opened the car door and stepped out and waited for him outside the door. He stepped out and faced her when he noticed she wanted to say something to him.

"Mr. Azaad thank you so much for taking care of me. I'm very grateful to you. You're truly a gentleman."

"Don't mention it." He spoke shyly as he stared anywhere but not at her. He wasn't used to someone appreciating him and he sure wasn't used to receiving any compliments.

She turned around to leave and stopped midway to face him again surprising him with her gesture. She leaned closer to him and gave him a hug. He felt her petite body against his and the palms of her hands hugging his back. A feeling of comfort and excitement washed over him. It felt heavenly to feel the touch of her body against his. His hands stayed in the air not sure whether to hug her back or place them down his side. Before he could make up his mind she muttered a thank you again and slowly broke the embrace. She smiled at him again before she turned back and headed inside.

He stared at her walking back, oh how innocent this girl is and how soothing is her touch. He was getting pulled towards her like a magnet and he feared that he won't be able to hold himself away from her any longer. He moved his leg to step inside the mansion when he noticed something shining on the floor. He bent down and picked it up with his fingers and identified it as Mahira's earing. A small smile crept across his lips as he stared at the earing between his fingers.

"This girl is going to drive me insane here very soon." He thought to himself as he placed the earing in the left side of his pocket and entered the house.

THE END

Edited by Ishq-Dua - 9 years ago

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neha

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Posted: 9 years ago

yay!! wil read it!!

looks great...write moree yar!

Res my comments!m

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Sherni_Jerry

@Sherni_Jerry

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Posted: 9 years ago

Its just awesome
rocking
n vry well written
pls cont. soon
cant wait to read further
thnx

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milinda.shreyz

@milinda.shreyz

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Posted: 9 years ago

Wow Dua!

U r such a good writer.excellent idea and grt presentation. U hav very right sense of language. ..descriptions look very realistic bcoz of it.overall nicely put.

Write more, ok!