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Chapter 4
The drive to Zoya's place was uncomfortably quiet. Zoya's knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. She was fuming at Anwar. She knew he had done this on purpose. Sameer was sitting next to her in the passenger seat, his eyes darting comically between her and Anwar.
Asad was beside Anwar in the backseat, behind Sameer. He felt like he was the cause of this awkward situation, so he stayed as silent as humanly possible. Sameer took a dig and decided to break the silence.
"So...do we stop for-"
"Shut up." Zoya mumbled dangerously, everyone was looking at her with fear, fearing for their life at this point. She looked like she might crash the car into a wall at any given moment, but thankfully she didn't. They reached where she lived and loaded the bags out, the tension was still tight.
"I'll go open the door for you guys." Zoya said and scurried away into the elevator before Anwar or Sameer could get a word in. They looked at each other and shook their heads.
After Anwar and Sameer almost forcibly helped Asad bring his luggage into Zoya's apartment, they both left, grinning at each other.
Asad and Zoya were left alone, in silence, staring into the floor. Asad hadn't really liked the idea of having two people help him with literally only two bags, he liked doing his own things, and felt a bit guilty watching Anwar carry his luggage for him. He was too insistent. Sameer, he didn't really care. Zoya seemed nervous, he observed. Her gaze finally met his.
"The guest room's over there, do you need any help to..." Zoya trailed off, pointing towards the guest room door which was next to the kitchen and bang opposite her room.
"Oh, no I'll be fine. Um, goodnight, then?" Asad said politely. Zoya almost smiled.
"Okay, goodnight."
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It was almost midnight now. Faint noises of traffic we're heard from the city. The buzz was broken by the clicking of a keyboard. She could hear him. Zoya could hear him work on his laptop from her room. Sleep had decided to evade her, and him too, apparently. Zoya lay still on her soft mattress, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't believe he was in her house, her living room. And that they were alone, with no one to disturb their moments. Zoya closed her eyes to relax herself as her heartbeat grew faster.
There were two abrupt knocks on her door. She answered quickly, "C-come in." And he walked in. She slowly stood up off her bed, her mouth went dry. He was too beautiful. An array of odd rays of faint golden light from the city fell on him. He actually looked unreal. The casual white shirt he was wearing, even though it was fairly loose, managed to accentuate his body. The low v-neck scandalously revealing just a small part of his chest, Zoya could only imagine what it might actually look like. His strong forearms didn't escape her eyes. One hand was in his pocket while the other rested on the doorframe, supporting him. Her cheeks warmed. She couldn't understand how he had managed to carve a place for himself in her heart. She never, agreed with him, never listened to him and he did the same. How?! His hair fell onto his forehead, she looked at it and noticed his gaze towards her.
It made her breath hitch. It was nothing like how he'd looked at her when he'd come over to apologise. No, this was much more intense. It was like a fire was burning in his eyes. Not like when one gets angry though, this seemed like a different fire than she was used to. It was attractive, it pulled her in. It made her feel all hot inside, it doubled her heartbeat. "Yes, Mr Khan?" She managed to ask without stuttering. "Is there something you want?"
Her breaths shivered when she saw him slowly stride close to her. "Yes." He said huskily, his voice almost a growl. He was too close. His breath tickled the top of her nose. She dared to look into his eyes again. He moved closer, and ever so gently cupped her face, stroking her pink cheek with the pad of his thumb. She tried saying something but words couldn't make their way out. His thumb moved to her lips. "You." He whispered and he leaned closer, his lips inches from hers, their breaths we're mingling deliciously, he parted his lips-
Growwwlll.
Zoya's eyes snapped open. She sat up like a bolt of lightning had just hit her. She looked around her room frantically, no one was there. What in the hell kind of dream was THAT?! She covered her gaping mouth with her hand. She clutched her hair and shook her head. What was wrong with her?! Why did she just have a dream about Asad Ahmed Khan kissing her?! I've got to cut down on the Wattpad.
Growwlll.
Right. Midnight cravings, here I come!
She cautiously headed out of her room, the clicking of the keyboard had stopped. He must've gone to his room. Zoya let out a sigh of relief and stepped out of her room. I'm having to hide in my own house. Great. She was making her way across the living room when she saw him. Asad had fallen asleep on the sofa. His head leaning over the headrest and his hands draping over his thighs.
Zoya sighed. This man, it was like he was tempting her to forgive him with every single thing he did. She mentally slapped herself but made the mistake of glancing at him again.
Well, I could get him a pillow and a blanket. That's the least I can do. Anyways if his neck keeps paining all day long he'll just become cranky and annoying, and I'll be the one to suffer.
She spotted a throw blanket lying on the ottoman. Rolling her eyes, she spread it out neatly and covered Asad with it, automatically tucking him in as well. Next, she took a pillow. Her hands softly lifted Asad's head and she slipped the pillow under it. Doing this, she hadn't realised how close their faces had come.
The first thing she noticed was how pure he looked whilst sleeping. His thick lashes laying on the top of his well carved cheek. His lips had naturally parted because of the position of his head. His breathing sounded heavy and deep.
Zoya! Kya kar rahi hai pagli?!
With a jolt she stood up straight and disappeared into the kitchen.
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Asad's eyes droopily fluttered open. He yawned and rubbed them, still getting used to his surroundings. First, he still hadn't overcome his terrible jetlag. Second, he was in Zoya's house. He found himself comfortably tucked in on the sofa with a warm throw blanket and a pillow under his head. I must've fallen asleep while I was working. Did Zoya give me these? A small smile formed on his face at the idea. His laptop lay in front of him, it was still on standby so it confirmed this idea. Asad's eyes automatically started searching for her, when he noticed a paper note lying beside his laptop. He furrowed his brows and opened the neatly folded paper.
Good morning Mr Khan :)
There are waffles kept for you in the fridge, make sure you warm them up and eat them! Breakfast is an important meal!
P.S: Don't worry about work today, I've informed Sam about your jetlag, so feel free to rest up and join work feeling fresh tomorrow! :D
A chuckle escaped his lips. He couldn't help it. This small gesture gave him a huge amount of hope and joy that was irreversible. It meant that there was still a chance for him to earn forgiveness from her, to make up for his mistakes. She'd just got him a day off because of jetlag. She cared. And it made his heart flutter. He sighed and fell back on the sofa, covering his warming face with his large hand. A smile was gracing his lips and his breathing was shallow. How could anyone not love you?
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The sun was low, making the sky glow different shades of pink and golden. Zoya couldn't help but gaze at the sky whilst walking back home. She sighed. Asad was at home, probably waiting for her. Probably not.
Either way she was going to have to face him, every day for two months. Her legs tiredly carried her upto the elevator, to her front door. She fumbled with her keys and cautiously entered her own house. She was expecting Asad to be on the sofa, drowned in his work. But her expectations were wronged, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Mr Khan?" She tried calling out, no answer. "Mr Khan, are you there?" No response again. Zoya shrugged and started freshening up, concluding he'd gone out. Smiling, she took a nice, long and relaxing warm shower, changing into her shorts and a light hoodie after. There was mac'n'cheese bubbling on the stove, and Friends playing on the tv. The perfect way to end the day! Zoya stretched and was just about to serve herself the appetizing macaroni, when the doorbell rang. Great.
"Hey." She greeted, opening the door and almost having a heart attack. Asad was in a black hoodie and gym shorts. That wasn't even the best part. The best part was that his hoodie was zipped only halfway up, sneakily revealing his toned chest. Allah Miyah why did you make this man the way you did? Zoya felt butterflies in her stomach, a familiar feeling whenever he was around. "I-I've made mac'n'cheese, I'll serve it and...you can freshen up till then." She managed to say. Asad nodded meekly.
He was in no less of a dilemma. He had noticed the blush on her cheeks, and couldn't keep his eyes off her. The damp, messy hair. Her hooded doe eyes, and those petal lips. She was biting her lower lip the entire time and it drove him crazy. The entire day, he'd been thinking about her. She wasn't leaving his mind alone. And now that she was in front of him, biting her lower lip like that, the only thing going through his mind was how it would be to put his lips against hers. "I'm gonna go take a shower." He said softly, Zoya nodded in response and flitted into the kitchen. Asad walked towards the bathroom and let out the breath he was holding.
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Zoya served another bowl of mac'n'cheese in a daze. Her heart just wasn't calming down! The whole time, she could hear the shower running, and jolted when she noticed it had stopped. A soft rustling sound was heard a few moments later, and finally, the click of an opening door.
She felt his presence behind her, with a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She kept the bowl on the countertop and turned around quickly. "Mr Khan, I-" She started but bumped into his sturdy chest. She hadn't realised how close he'd actually been standing.
Asad stumbled back and his hand wrapped around her waist to keep her up. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's okay, Mr Khan." Zoya breathed, trying not to look into his because if she did, she knew she would snap. He was fresh out of the shower, his hands felt deliciously cold around her waist, and worst of all, he smelled heavenly. "Um," she mumbled and tried moving away from him, but to her surprise, his hold on her wouldn't budge. She looked at his face in confusion, and her gaze softened immediately.
Asad's breaths were shaky, but slow and deep. Their hearts thudded against each other. His eyes bore deep into hers, reminding Zoya of the same feelings from Bhopal. Almost as if it was natural, Asad's other hand cupped her soft face. He stroked her peachy cheek and relished the feeling, so this was what he had longed for. It felt phenomenal, dreamlike. He couldn't believe he had the guts to do what he was doing right now. If only he'd done this sooner. "Zoya." He sighed in a low voice. Their faces, inches apart.
Ding dong!
Yeah. Sorry, LOL! Hope you guys liked this one, apologies for the time I took to update. I really really want this story to be a delight to read, for you guys and for myself because believe it or not I cringe so hard reading my own stories most of the timeđ
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