I managed one more. I am not good with intimate scenes but it is an attempt. Love you <3
Chapter Nine
Zoya placed her aviators on and stepped out of the house, she wore her skinny green khaki overalls with a white half sleeved top underneath and a pair of heeled sandals. He leaned against the top of his SUV removing his ray-bans to have a proper look at her. He was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms.
"Ready?" He asked her. She nodded affirmatively.
"Yes. Let's go." She stood in front of him. She stopped him when he tried to open the door for her. "I can do it thanks." She froze finding his hand on her wrist. "Mr Khan, I am not going to argue with you today."
"Then don't!" He opened the door for her to enter which she did reluctantly. She yanked the door close before he could. He shook his head through the window; she moved her face the other way totally ignoring him. He placed his ray-bans on and entered the SUV with a smile on his face.
"You look good" He started the car; Zoya stared out of the window.
"Shut up." She crossed her arms stubbornly.
"Do you want to remove your shades, look me in the eye and then tell me to do that?" He drove off. Zoya growled quietly. "Are you ever in a good mood?"
"Not when I am with you" She snapped.
"Why?"
"Because you drive me-" Zoya flapped her hands facing him before freezing finding him staring at her.
"Because I what Miss Farooqui?" He smirked.
"You irritate me." She whined like a little child going back to her seat and staring ahead of her. Asad chuckled.
"Why do I irritate you?"
"Because you make me-" Her voice trailed off once more. "Stop talking to me. Please." Zoya closed her eyes; his voice along with his whole damn presence affected her. He was very distracting. She remembered last night and him clutching her against him. She had found solace after six months. In his arms.
"I make you what? Do I put you on edge Miss Farooqui?" He teased. Zoya removed her aviators and glared at him. Asad brought the car to a stop noticing her dark red eyes and the skin around it gone a bluish colour. He took her face in his hands while Zoya tried to force them away. "What happened? I thought you... You didn't sleep all night did you?" Zoya didn't reply for a moment.
"No it's just..."
"What did you do Miss Farooqui?" He moved his hands off her face finding her feeling uncomfortable.
"I didn't do anything. They just swell up when I don't sleep properly." She lied. Asad jumped out of the car and walked around. He opened the passenger door and examined her face. "What are you a doctor now? Leave me" She swatted his hand away. "Do you want to get back in the car and drive?"
"What did you apply to your eyes?" He lifted her chin with his indent finger to look up at him. She shook her head.
"Nothing."
"My God. Why are you torturing yourself? There is nothing wrong with crying you crazy crazy girl" He tapped her head brushing his hand over his face.
"I am not torturing myself."
"Shut up." He scolded raising his finger at her. "Don't give me that look; you think I am scared of you. Huh?" He breathed harshly. "The heck did you apply to your eyes." He was about to touch her cheek but then moved his hand away frustrated.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" He punched the side of his car. Zoya looked away. She regretted removing her aviators. "There are so many ways to express yourself, but this is ridiculous. I left you for a few hours. And you went and did that." Zoya closed her eyes as he tried to calm his anger towards her. She had never cried so much as she did the night before in his arms. She let herself go, she broke down. She became vulnerable in his arms. She couldn't win the fight with him. He held onto her and she let it go. That is not who she is. That is not Zoya Farooqui. This man makes her weak.
"We are going to see a doctor."
"No, I don't need to go to a doctor. I have work to do." She jumped out. "Either you're driving me to this place or I am going alone. I'll get there one way or the other."
"No we are going to a doctor first."
"You can go to a doctor, I'm going..." She walked away only for him to grab her wrist and yank her back against the SUV. He securely held her hand behind her while he brought his face closer towards hers. Zoya's breathing became unsteady, her eyes going over every inch of his face. He grabbed her other hand and took it behind her before pushing her back towards him. Her chest rose up against his.
"I don't think you know me well enough Miss Farooqui. I have many shades to me that you are not aware of. Don't force me to become that way with you." His voice was stern yet calm. He met her eyes, which was slowly letting her guard down.
"Are you threatening me?" She struggled in his hold but every time she did, her chest collided against his and reacted weirdly. He pressed his body against hers, his nose touched hers.
"Yes I am." He said softly. Zoya tilt her head back only to brush her lips over his momentarily. She slowly looked back into his eyes realising what she did. She tried to release her arms from his grip. "Stop fighting" He warned her with his eyes. She slowly stopped moving and finally relaxed against him. She could feel every hard-line on his body against her, his scent still as intoxicating as that night. "We are going to see a doctor for your eyes." She nodded. The lioness had been tamed. He slowly let go of her, Zoya felt both of her wrists trying to compose herself. Her stupid heart was beating frantically inside of her. She sat inside the car silently, Asad breathed out and walked towards the car, feeling satisfied. Before he could drive off Zoya jumped out of the car, Asad was taken by surprise.
"Miss Farooqui!" Asad shouted behind her before jumping out of the SUV and following behind her. At first, he thought she was running away from him but he realised she stopped coming in front of a large gate with "Bhopal Orphanage" carved on top of it. Zoya hooked her fingers in between the spaces of the gate, staring inside.
"We only have space for one, grab that one..."
"What about the other?"
"Take her to that madam's brothel house."
"Zoya"
"Humeira"
Zoya placed her forehead against the gate, breathing heavily as her childhood echoed back into her ears.
"Hold my hand Humeira, and run."
Asad placed his hand on her shoulder. Zoya didn't move.
"Why can't we go back home Zoya?"
"Ammi, told us to run Humeira. Come, run."
"Run Humeira, run!" Zoya chanted softly. Tears streamed from her eyes making her wince from the burned skin around her eyes. Asad slowly turned her body, Zoya had her eyes closed. He caressed her cheek blowing onto her eyes to soothe her pain. Both of her hands grabbed his shirt pulling herself closer to him and leaned her head against his chest.
"Take me to that place Mr Khan. Please" She pleaded. "Yes I applied this cream to my eyes to stop myself from crying but stubborn eyes, they do not listen to me. The burning doesn't bother me." She whispered into his chest. Asad wrapped his arms around her trying to understand this girl. What was this place? Why has it affected her so much?
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"Does that girl have no shame wearing such clothes?" Razia spat disgusted as she picked out the peas on the dining table. "What will Siddique Saab say when he sees her like this?"
"Bhabiejaan, she is our guest and has come from New York. She will wear what she is comfortable in; we cannot force her to wear what we want her to. She is dressed decently, if it was miniskirts or something, I would have warned her about bhaisab. Stop worrying." Dilshad smiled. "The girl is lovely."
"You will see when Farhana comes, how decent she is." Razia told her. "She is coming from London and she still hasn't lost her traditions." Razia pulled her scarf over her shoulder. Dilshad shook her head. "What have you done regarding Asad's marriage, have you stopped looking or have you completely decided against getting him married now?"
"I don't know bhabiejaan, when he is ready. He will come to me. I don't think he is ready to marry just anyone. I have left it up to him." Dilshad told her.
"I am tired of telling you Dilshad, that is your biggest mistake. What if he runs off like Ayaan for a white girl? Thanks to me, you got him back last time with your heart attack drama. Good thing you gave him your oath not to leave like that again." Razia spoke with wide eyes. Dilshad sighed.
"I have faith and trust in Asad to do the right thing always." Dilshad got up and walked over towards the kitchen.
"He needs someone like Farhana to keep him grounded." Razia smiled.
Mark sat agitated in his seat while Aileen marched back and forth in the hospital corridors.
"Sit down, you're giving me a headache." Mark held his head.
"The doctors aren't coming out, what else am I meant to do?" She cried.
"Aileen, baby. It will be fine. Please stop crying, you're going to make me cry." Mark pulled her to sit next to him.
"Have you rang Zoya?" Aileen asked her husband.
"No, waiting for the doctors to say something. She needs Zoya here, or she needs to be with Zoya. Next week is too late; she needs Zoya in her sight every day" Mark entwined his hand with hers.
"I was thinking the same thing. She had the attack because Zoya is not here. This is the first time this has happened in six months. You need to speak to her and inform her."
"I will, she has so much happening. She is already an emotional wreck. She has a lot to sort out before she can take her." Mark sighed.
"Excuse me; do you know someone called Fahat Ali?" Zoya inquired, her eyes were burning her.
"I'm sorry, I cannot help you." The lady covered her head and walked away. Zoya grunted loudly feeling frustrated. She had been inquiring for the past half an hour; no one seems to know this Fahat Ali.
"Is his name even Fahat Ali?" Zoya questioned herself. Damn her memory. "Is he dead?" She shook her head. His ass better not be dead, she didn't come to India just holding onto that one string of hope to help her finish off whatever was started 16 years ago. She looked back at Asad leaning against the SUV watching her. Damn, she cried in his arms again. Why? She turned around and faced him completely. Where on earth does she place him in her revenge? She didn't come for him. She came to India, not for him but for his family. He is not her target. No, she wasn't feeling anything for him nor will she ever feel anything for him. He gestured his head at her; she shook her head in a no. Her phone started ringing; it was Mark.
"Hey Mark, is everything okay?" She walked towards a tree, this area was pretty to look at but not safe for anyone to live in. There seems to be jungles everywhere and hilly tops. How on earth do these people survive here questioned Zoya.
"Zoya I need to tell you something..." Mark's voice came broken in bits, the connection was bad.
"Huh, what I cannot hear you Mark, network is so bad here." Zoya moved up the hill.
"Zoya, can you hear me?"
"Not properly no"
"ZOYA!!!" Asad shouted behind her, Zoya turned around and shrieked feeling her foot slip off the edge. Zoya's phone went flying out of her hand while she hung onto the edge of the hill. Asad fell flat across the ground and grabbed her hand trying to pull her up.
"Hold on, I've got you, don't worry." He could feel her body sliding down the muddy hill, he cursed under his breath feeling rain drops suddenly. He dug the edge of his shoe into the mud to stop himself from sliding forward with her.
"ASAD!" Zoya cried feeling her hand slip of out of his hands.
"I've got you Zoya, hold on..."
"I can't" She tried to bring her other hand up but she could feel her body gliding down the mud, the rain wasn't helping the situation at all. "ASADDD!" Zoya screamed finding his body come forward and her hands slipped out of his hold.
"Zoya!!" He yelled finding his body fall forward off the hill; he too tumbled down the hill with her before falling on top of her on the ground. They both remained on top of each other in silence.
"Are you okay?" He asked her slowly lifting his body off her,
"No, you squashed me" She cried throwing her head back on the muddy ground. She closed her eyes feeling the rain fall vigorously over her. Asad stared at her in disbelief.
"We fell because of you." He retorted leaning forward and picking her up.
"I didn't ask you to help me" She pushed him back.
"No no, your big big eyes did" He pointed to her face.
"Liar" She yelled in his face, struggling to keep her eyes open due to the rain. She pushed him again. "I fell because of you."
"Oh did I push you down? You danced your way there while you were on the phone looking for network." He pushed her back. Her mouth opened wide looking at him angrily.
"I did not dance there" She stomped her foot and then winced.
"Are you okay?" He was by her side within seconds.
"I dunno, foot hurts a bit" She pouted. He wrapped his arm over shoulder while she leaned against his shoulder tiredly.
"Damn, look how far down we fell" He pointed, Zoya looked up.
"How the heck are we meant to go up?" She hid in his chest; the rain was hurting her face now. "Ouch" She cried.
"What's up?" He placed his other hand over her cheek looking around the area for some shelter. "Come on, let's move. We cannot climb back up in this rain." He tried to step forward but she refused to move. She looked up at him with her big eyes and a pout that made his insides twist. "Okay" He bent down and lifted her up into his arms, Zoya's arms hooked around his neck while hiding her head away in his chest. The rain started pouring faster and heavier flooding the bit they were standing in. Asad cursed under his breath not being able to find anywhere for them to stand under to protect themselves from the rain.
"This is starting to look like a Bollywood movie" Zoya commented looking at him as he searched for somewhere to shelter.
"Shut up" Asad looked down and scolded her. She pressed her lips together with wide eyes. This girl. He tore his gaze away and looked into the distant; he tried to focus his eyes on a small house made out of mud. "Look at that mud house" Zoya tilted her head to have a look.
"Okay, this is definitely making me cringe. Why has my life become a Bollywood movie? I hate Humeira for making me watch them now." Zoya whined.
"Zoya, please shut up." Asad couldn't take it any longer. She poked his cheek.
"You have dimples." She smiled.
"Oh finally, Miss Temper has remembered that night." He rolled his eyes coming in front of the mud house and put her down. "Hello, is anyone in there?" Asad raised his voice awkwardly, he couldn't even knock. It was a mud house for goodness sake.
"Open the hay thing" Zoya pushed him. He shook his head.
"It's a door. Privacy."
"Oh shut up." She moved forward and pulled the hay thing to one side. She popped her head inside, it was empty. There was nothing inside apart from hay. "Giving privacy to ghosts" She made a face at Asad.
"Stop your drama and let's get inside. I am freezing cold." He stepped inside the mud house with Zoya limping inside behind him.
"Mr Khan..." He turned around on her call.
"WHAT?" He shrugged his shoulders finding her staring at him.
"I'm cold" She enveloped her body in her arms. Her clothes were dirty and so were her arms. Her skin was not so white with mud smeared all over it. He looked similar to her, his white shirt had stuck against his skin outlining his abs.
"And what am I meant to do?"
"Be a gentleman and start a fire?" She said sheepishly. He blinked at her before bursting out laughing.
"Now I think your mind is stuck in a Bollywood movie, where on earth am I meant to get the things to start a fire?" He tried to stop laughing seeing her lips quiver. He walked over towards the door and closed it. "Sit down, oh look, they have windows without shutters for the ghosts too" Asad pointed sarcastically. Zoya threw her head back.
"How on earth did I get stuck here with you" She pretended to cry.
"Don't worry; I'm not feeling great about being stuck here with you either." He smiled. He watched her walk over towards the windows and stand there, her clothes stuck against her while her hand continuously brushed her arms trying to warm herself. He took slow steps towards her before standing behind her.
"Zoya" He whispered softly before running his hand down her arm. She tilted her head back onto his shoulder feeling his touch against her skin. He ran his other hand down her back wrapping it around her waist before pushing her back against his front. Zoya creased her back feeling a current run through her body. He placed open mouthed kisses on her neck and then down her shoulder unhooking her overalls down to her waist. Zoya moaned with pleasure as every bit of her was possessed by his touch. Her hand went over his on her stomach and fixed her fingers in between the spaces between his tightening his hold around her. Zoya's breathing shortened; she turned around quickly and grasped hold of his neck. His eyes ran over her face yearning for him as much as he did for her, wanting this as much he did. The building tension between them was becoming unbearable.
"What are you doing to me" Her hand went over his face, both of their breathing short and uneven as his lips went over the side of her face. "You make me want you" She whispered, Asad grabbed her face with both of his hands and slammed his lips over hers taking her into a passionate kiss. Her words sent his blood pumping through his body faster. How hungry they both had been for this taste, sweet taste of each other, hiding their attractions towards one another through their constant fighting when all they could think about is throwing themselves at one another. Her hands went over the nape of his neck and then down his chest ripping his buttons open before trailing her fingers up his abs. He moaned with pleasure, his need for her growing stronger by the seconds. He bit her lips causing her to open her mouth up further digging her nails into his chest while his tongue found its way into her mouth. Their tongues started fighting for dominance while both of her hands tore his shirt off him and threw it off. Her hand hooked around his neck pushing her body against his bare chest. His hand traced every inch of her curves before reluctantly pulling back from the kiss and yanking her top off her. He cursed under his breath running his eyes over her, his hand went over her cheek and before she could speak, her closed her mouth with his allowing her hands to trail over his body again, enjoying the feel of his muscles. He groaned picking her up from the waist, her legs straddled him. He kissed her lips in strokes before placing wet kisses down the length of her neck and then down her chest while her lips lingered on the side of his face holding his face against her chest allowing him to worship every bit of her skin. Asad fell back on his knees, securing her legs around his waist. He slowly lay her on the hay placing his body against hers not allowing his lips to leave her skin for a single moment.
"Asad..." She whispered, Asad groaned pulling the rest of her overalls down her legs, his hands caressed her thighs with devotion while the other trailed on the side of her body. Her hand moved up his back and pulled at his hair while he continued to kiss her neck. He unhooked her bra and lowered his body completely onto hers. She whimpered feeling his teeth dig into her neck. Her hand went in between them and unbuttoned his pants before her toes hooked onto back of the pants and pulled it down his legs.
"Zoya..." He lifted his head up and brushed her wet hair from her forehead. She looked into his eyes and wriggled with need, her back arched against him wanting that empty space between them to fill.
"Stop driving me crazy" She wrapped her arms around him pushing herself against him.
"You have absolutely no idea" He whispered into her ears, entering her slowly and gently. Zoya's moans filled the room as the sweetness of him filling her took over her body and soul. She clawed his back as she surrendered to him, completely and irrevocably. She didn't hold back, she didn't resist him, she didn't need to fight him off, she wanted to mould into him. Her body joined with his relieved her of her heartache, of her pained childhood and her loss. She had surrendered to him but she didn't feel caged. He wasn't part of her revenge; he was her sweet dream of a safe haven.
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