Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the horribly, horribly, horribly, let me say that again, HORRIBLY late update to this story. As you might've noticed I am posting from a different account, because I got locked out of my old account and now can't do shit. So, i decided to make a new account since i actually wanted to change my username anyways lol.
And THEN.
JUST when i thought things couldn't get worse, my laptop found its way to heaven, or hell, who knows? So i am currently posting through my phone.
Now enough of my complaining, let's get to the story!
Lost Without You
Chapter 11: Turn Around, Look At What You See, In Her Face, The Mirror Of Your Dreams
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"I- uh we, I mean- let's go..." Zoya stuttered uncontrollably after awkwardly removing herself from Asad's arms. He seemed dazed too, he just nodded and they both proceeded towards their destination. They both saw their apartment buildings, they were right next to each other with stark contrast. Zoya's was a basic old construction, with faded colours and stone bricks and potted plants decorating the facade. Meanwhile Rashid's, or Asad's, was posh and dark coloured with precise edges, and huge glass railed balconies.
"Well, I guess we're here." Zoya sighed and said, stopping in front of her building's entrance. Asad let out a heavy breath.
"Yeah...Thanks."
Zoya furrowed her brows. "For what?"
"For giving me the best birthday I've had in ages. I really couldn't thank you more." Asad turned to face her and said, she was still facing her building, observing it.
"I...don't know what to say." She said uncertainly.
"You don't need to say anything." Asad said, Zoya turned to face him but he was closer than she had anticipated, his face was only inches away from hers. All her doubts and negative thoughts against him melted away when she looked into his eyes. They held something that she didn't quite understand. "I'm...sorry." He almost whispered, right above her lips, Zoya's heartbeats became erratic. It took her a few seconds to register what Asad had just said.
Wait, 'sorry'? For what?
"For what Mr Khan?" She managed to breathe out.
"For kissing you without your consent that day, well, night." Asad said sincerely, the amount of respect he had towards this woman was humongous. Without realising that he'd given in, he accepted that he was no longer a heartless lover. She had brought back the light back in his life. She had managed to break this playboy, down to pieces.
"W-what?" Zoya stammered, his words had shaken her. "I- wha- a-are you okay?!" She said panicking and placed her palm flat on his forehead as if to check whether he had a fever. A chuckled escaped his lips, he gently held her hand which was on his forehead and brought it down. "What's happening to you?! I mean the last time we saw each other you were making moves on me in the dark conference room!" Zoya almost yelled. "I-"
Asad simply shrugged. Zoya sighed and shot an annoyed glare at him. "You are one confusing guy Asad Ahmed Khan." She muttered and waved to him as she walked to the entrance of her building.
"Hey wait!" Asad called out to her and she turned around, looking at him with curiosity.
"What?"
"Wanna come over for dinner?" He asked, hoping for the answer he wanted. She raised a suspicious brow at him, he understood her question and rolled his eyes. "Abbu's making Biryani." He said smiling. Zoya's suspicious pout turned into a beautiful dimpled smile that made Asad's breath hitch.
"Uh, okay! Let me just keep my stuff." She said brightly and disappeared in the building, 2 minutes later she walked out the entrance and towards Asad. "Okay, let's go!"
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Ayaan paced around the luxurious living room while his father was tossing finely sliced onions on a pan. Ayaan kept glancing at the door worriedly as if it was going to burst open.
"Ayaan, don't worry too much! He'll be fine." Rashid said, sauteing the onions. Ayaan clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"Abbu but you know how Bhaijaan gets. He'll either be screwing around or he'll down multiple bottles of whiskey! I can't help but worry about him!" Ayaan said holding up his hands in surrender.
"I thought you said he'd changed after he met that Zoya girl..." Rashid said while layering the biryani up.
"He's changed but I don't know to what extent. I mean, he might just be playing like this to get her into bed!"
"Oh come on! He's never changed this much due to a girl. Trust me, he isn't that cold hearted."
"Yeah but-" Ayaan started again but was interrupted by the doorbell. He proceeded to open the door, silently hoping it wasn't something bad. But what he saw made his jaw drop to the floor.
There was Asad, standing stable, smiling and perfectly sober. Next to him was Zoya, beaming as well with an occasional hint of awkwardness flashing on her face. Ayaan could tell that Zoya hadn't been expecting this sudden change in Asad either!
"Uhm, hi! Come in!" Ayaan said quickly, breaking out of his shock. "Abbu! Bhaijaan's home! And he's brought a guest!" Ayaan hollered to his father. Rashid finished up the Biryani and hurriedly removed his apron.
"Yes I'll be right there." He answered.
Asad told Zoya to make herself at home and sit on the sofa, she obliged, a thousand questions whizzing through her head. She looked around his house, it looked the same since she'd come here last.
"So, Zoya! Nice to see you again, you left in a hurry the last time you came here." Ayaan said as Rashid appeared from the kitchen, smiling at Zoya. Asad had gone to his room to change. "How's work at Dilshad Constructions?"
"It's pretty good, I'll certainly miss the friendly employees when the project is finally complete!" Zoya said smiling.
"Great! By the way, how's Humeira?" Rashid asked, wanting to join the conversation. Zoya's hand which was taking a glass of water to her lips froze halfway through, she whipped her head towards Rashid and gulped dryly, her throat starting to burn.
Okay i know this is a short update, and it's kind of a filler anyways, but it's still an update! :/
I'm SOOOOOO sorry for the delay, life's been hectic. I've been having a lot on my plate these days. Love y'all!
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