Midnight Kiss

Hey to All and a belated Merry Christmas and wishing you all a Happy and prosperous New Year.

It's me, the ever absent MissReadingFaye and I know I've not been on here as frequently as I wish I could since I'm busy with life and work in general. But I haven't stopped writing my dears.

I will update Forgotten Melodies soon-ish (no dates but I will). In the meantime I wrote two stories and one of them is this Two Shot Story called Midnight Kiss (I know lame title but it's all I could think of to summarise this two shot story).  

The other story I'm working on is a little more darker and I have yet to find a suitable title for it but I will keep you posted on that story too. For now I'll let you in on the second-no-title-story - it revolves around two powerful families and in an aftermath of a bloody fight, Asad and Zoya meet. What follows is a dark tale of forbidden love. Asad resents his decision to save her. She's not his TYPE but she is all he NEEDS. And for Zoya - He is not the RIGHT man but he's the ONE. Ane no it is not supernatural in any way, shape or form, just forbidden love.

Well that is that for now. But in the meantime here is the first part of the Two Shot Story: Midnight Kiss.

I hope you enjoy reading this one 

To put down the scenario for you all my dears, Midnight Kiss begins after the Mangalpur fiasco and Zoya has now hidden Maryam in the storeroom. Asad has just got home from a late night at the office, tensed after a visit and a threat from Maryam's father. 

Asad enters his room where a hooded figure stands in the corner of his room. Later on that night he tries to hide his brother Ayaan but bumps into Zoya who is busy gathering food and water for Maryam. Their midnight encounter leads to a night of passion and fighting their inhibitions. A Kiss that consumes them in an all or nothing way. But will Asad come to accept his feelings for Zoya?

Part 1: Midnight Kiss

"Don't tell me it's you again? Aap yahaan kya kar rahi hai Miss Farooqui? I told you to stay out of my room," Asad spoke through gritted teeth, his anger evident as he entered his room. He had just returned late from his office, his mind and heart were not at peace after the unwelcomed intrusion earlier at the office from Maryam's father who had ultimately threatened Asad that he would kill Zoya if he ever came to know that she was harbouring his non-compliant and dishonoured daughter Maryam. Asad growled inwardly at his thoughts as he refocused his attention to the stranger standing in the corner of his room shrouded in darkness. His mind told him it would be none other than Miss Farooqui at this late hour and as per norm up to something. Getting no response Asad now strode angrily, his hands balled into fists as he paced towards the tall oak bookshelf behind which the hooded figure hid. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the large elliptical bay window creating a wash of white shimmer across the cold walls of Asad's room, and in its light danced the shadow of the hooded figure behind the dimness of the tall oak bookshelf.

"I said come out now Miss Farooqui!" Asad roared irately at the hooded figure, his fear and unfounded fears of losing Zoya had a stern grip on his emotions lately, he couldn't sleep without checking on her every night. Fear consumed him and Asad had never truly felt scared until he almost lost her in Mangalpur and with it also came a growing need to avoid Zoya. It was his way of protecting Zoya from himself, or at least that is what he constantly repeated to himself. Asad's constant impassiveness to Zoya was his ridiculous way of hiding his inner turmoil, his feelings for her grew stronger with each passing day. Ever since he met Zoya, his mind and heart were out of sync and after Mangalpur he felt drawn to her in a way his righteous self, his tehzeeb and tameez code of conduct did not approve of.

"Asad Bhai, sorry," the hooded figure finally spoke as Ayaan stepped forward sheepishly from the dimly lit area behind the bookcase. Cloaked in a hoodie, he look troubled as he approached his elder brother and embraced him in a brotherly hug.

"Ayaan. What's the matter? Kya baat hai itni raat ko kyun aaye ho?" Asad questioned anxiously as he looked at his younger brother with immensely concerned eyes.

"Nahin Bhai, nothing feels right. When I don't get to meet you, nothing feels right," Ayaan responded dismally as he paced the dark room despondently.

"Ayaan! You know well enough that you shouldn't be here. You know how many problems our secret late night meetings will create if anyone found out. I promised Ammi that I wouldn't meet you and I'm sure that your Ammi took an oath from you too. Never mind! I know ... gale milen bina nahin jaaoge, aaja," Asad spoke tenderly as he stretched his arms out for a hug.

"I know, but I don't care what anyone thinks anymore. Ye sab mujhse bardasht nahin hota. I can't tolerate it anymore. In my house nobody understands me, sirf aap hi hai Bhaijaan, you're the only one who understands me. I had to see you," Ayaan bickered relentlessly with Asad.

"Ayaan, aap ki Ammi ne aap ko kasam di hai, you shouldn't break that promise," Asad chided a disconsolate Ayaan.

"For you Asad Bhaijaan, I'll break all those promises," Ayaan prudishly refuted his brother's wishes.

"Dekho Ayaan, tum mere liye bahut azeez ho, but still neither of us should break our mother's promises, okay," Asad reasoned once more as he hugged his little brother with a tender understanding hug.

"Chalon, you should go home now," Asad kind-heartedly motioned Ayaan to leave. Ayaan as per norm was about to creep out of the window, in stealth mode but Asad stopped him as he motioned his little brother to leave the house from the main door, respectfully as any other normal human being would. On walking out into the dark hallway Asad scanned the area thoroughly for anyone in particular a certain rather curious and highly interfering Miss Farooqui.

If Zoya finds out Ayaan was here, wo sab ko bata degi, Asad thought inwardly. No sooner had they stepped out into the dark hallway that Asad and Ayaan heard perceptible footsteps approaching the dining area, they both looked to each other in horror, their eyes became animated as both looked to each other, unsure what they should do to avoid creating a problem. Asad crept along the hall to peak at whoever was up this late into the night; he was being as silent as possible for if he were to be caught out with Ayaan, there would be trouble. Hearing footsteps behind him, Asad paused, holding his breath. He looked frantically around and, seeing the smallest sliver of light coming from the storeroom door that stood barely ajar, he darted hastily to the left pulling Ayaan with him. He opened the door as softly as he could, and as quickly as he could, and urged Ayaan to hide inside the storeroom. The footsteps now grew louder and louder, making Asad acutely aware of the culprit that was up this late. Those stomping feet had to belong to Miss New York. The ruthless humming ofJaane kyun log pyaar karte hai startled Asad, as he recognised the off-tune rhythm of Zoya's voice. He whipped around immediately, all the while his brain worked on overtime formulating ideas of how he would sneak Ayaan out without Zoya noticing.  

"Bhaijaan, I told you, it was pointless to leave through the main door, climbing through the window would have been more fun and no one would have known!" Ayaan whispered stupidly as he eyed his brother looking at the girl approaching the main hallway near where they both stood tensely.Kuch to chakkar hai, Ayaan thought deeply as he keenly observed Asad's gaze wander over at the guest girl lingeringly, his eyes were unusually big and soft. Ayaan giggled inwardly looking at the unusually romantic expression on Asad's face. Lagta hai Bhaijaan ko pyar ho gayya hai, wo bhi Miss Musibat New York waali se.

"Asad Bhai, isn't she the same girl that ran into you that night? Ye wahi ladki hai na, uss raat wali?" Ayaan teased his elder brother, a wide cheeky smiled plastered to his face. Had it not been dark Ayaan would have seen the faint red that radiated from Asad's face. 

 "Ye ladki nahin, aafat hai. If she sees you here, poore sheher mein din dora peet legi, she will wake the entire house up and alert them you are here. I stay far away from her as I can," Asad whispered brashly glaring at Ayaan for being foolish.

"Aap ko pasand nahin toh kya hoowa, mera intro karwa do?" Ayaan winked at Asad, his face animated as he tried to escape from Asad's side to walk towards Zoya.

"Ayaan!" Asad chided his silly little brother tugging sharply at his arm, dragging him towards the storeroom. "Don't be ridiculous! Tum chup jao, go and hide and not a sound from you," Asad forced his little brother into the storeroom where currently a peacefully sleeping Maryam resided behind a secret canvas where no one could possibly have seen her had they unintentionally walked into the storeroom.

In the meantime, a highly engrossed Zoya walked towards the storeroom, the wooden floorboards were in her favour tonight as they did not creak while she walked stealthily towards the storeroom, a glass of water and a book in hand, she was thoroughly lost in thought that she hadn't noticed Asad standing like a statue, guarding the storeroom door, his arms crossed over his chiselled torso waiting to pounce on her. Zoya walked right into him, the sudden impact of colliding with his hard and warm body made her halt immediately as her mind registered whose toned chiselled body she had just bumped into making every hair on the back of her neck stand on end, her heart fluttered crazily, her nerves got the better of her as she registered who she had just walked into. 

Zoya saw Asad glare down at her albeit nervously. She watched Asad silently, her brown eyes wide with fear that he would lash out at her any moment, her heart hammered precariously at the thought of what would follow if Asad ever found out she was hiding Maryam against his wishes. Zoya swallowed hard, she was a nervous wreck totally wrapped up in her thoughts, and with the fear of being caught red handed she began chugging down the water in her hand nervously, the water that she originally brought for Maryam. Great, just bloody great - she thought, now I'll have to get more water when this Akdu Ahmed Khan decides to go to sleep. Zoya's big eyes stilled over Asad as she drank the water nervously, she was afraid he would enter the storeroom.

Asad pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation at Zoya's clumsiness; she didn't even know how to drink water like a normal human being he thought as he inched forward towards her, moving more closely to her now and in response she fell a step back, her fingers trembled as she held the glass to her mouth. He glared at her for being so reckless even with water; his intense eyes gazed at her intently earning a whimper from Zoya as she dropped the book from her hand in shock. Asad pinched the bridge of his nose irately once again. It had been a long time since Zoya had drowned in those intense eyes; his gaze did things to her in ways that she could not bear.

Akdu handsome lag raha hai, Zoya thought dreamily as she watched Asad longingly. A sliver of moonlight spilt into to the hallway, the luminous thread of its light radiated on Zoya's face, her eyes were doe like under its glow, her lips were pink and swollen from the icy water she guzzled down frantically seconds ago.

Asad had the urge to trace her lips right there - right then and right now.Beautiful - I want to kiss you Zoya, Asad thought inwardly as his eyes traced the contours of her lips, his heart thrummed wildly in his chest, he had to use all his will power to anchor himself where he stood.

Asad cleared his throat, the shrill of his throat clearing demanded attention and order, he crossed his arms for effect and looked to Zoya stoically. "It's late shouldn't you be in bed already," Asad questioned Zoya, his gaze swung in momentum nervously from her to the closed storeroom door and then to the ground where Zoya's book had fallen unceremoniously. He was hoping she would go to her room soon enough so that he could sneak Ayaan out A.S.A.P.

Zoya lifted her head from the behind the glass she held close to her face, her doe like eyes looked at Asad anxiously, she weighed her choices, either she went back to her room or sent him to his or just tell Asad the truth that she had hidden Maryam in the storeroom, the latter was her least favourite choice for what would follow was Asad's anger and she did not want to be on the receiving end of that right now, not after Mangalpur- she had sensed a change in their so-called relationship since then and within herself were feelings for the brute Asad and she was trying hard to repress those feelings. Hiding Maryam in the storeroom wasn't such a good idea after all, she thought to herself. She began thinking of excuses - her word vomit ready, threatening to rear its uncontrollable head. The pale moonlight now dimmed as thick shadowy clouds obscured the moonlight, Zoya watched Asad nervously, her fingers trembling on the rim of the glass she still held for dear life. Had it not been for the darkness, the small sliver of moonlight could easily show her uneasiness and would have been a dead give-away that she had gone against his wishes (again). Thankfully Asad had not caught on.

"Miss Farooqui, main aap se kuch pooch raha hoon," Asad gritted his teeth at Zoya, it was getting late and his patience was wearing thin.

"Mr. Khan, what are YOU doing here? Aap iss waqt yahaan kya kar rahein hai? Isn't it passed your bed time?" Zoya chided Asad ignoring his question as she looked to the storeroom door nervously.

"Do I need to remind you that this is MY house and I can do as I please, AND I asked you first, Miss Farooqui. Oh I see ... you were - reading?" Asad sneered, his intonation emphasising her name, he was rather curious about her late night reading of a book so weirdly titled. The title was the first thing that caught his eyes when Zoya has dropped the book out of shock before. He hoped if he made her feel awkward about it, she would tire of her questions and return to her room and he could see to Ayaan leaving promptly unnoticed.

Asad watched Zoya stare at him, an agitated frown turning down the corners of her luscious lips. Right at that moment, all Asad wanted to do was feel her lips against his own. But he couldn't, he grimaced inwardly. Oh! - but laptop ki kasam, OCD ki kasam he really wanted to.

"Yes I READ MR KHAN, shock-horror!" Zoya spoke sarcastically. "And anyhow why do you care, Mr. Khan?" she asked inquisitively, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "Aur haan Mr Khan it's none of your business what I do or what I read."

"Miss Farooqui -" Asad growled irately, "May I remind you that you are in my house and so, that makes it my business to know what you're doing. Toh batao, why are you still up?" he questioned authoritatively as he began fluidly walking towards her, closing the distance between them, for he was curious on her reason for reading such a suggestive book. Could it be she felt the same way as he did? Asad pondered intriguingly. He picked up the book in one swift motion off the floor, his eyes raised in amusement and curiosity as he narrowed his eyes to read the highly suggestive title of the book more clearly now. "How to Avoid Falling in Love with a Jerk," Asad spoke teasingly as he read the book's title out loud, his eyes were on hers the whole time, his lips curled into one of the most tantalising smiles, his smile made Zoya's heart beat faster now. Zoya swallowed hard as she watched his gaze linger on hers intently.

"What do you want, Mr Khan?" Zoya straightened up as she reclaimed her rebellious expression, seriously this man should come with a warning label, she felt a rush of anticipation run through her like fire when her eyes rested on Asad's eyes.

I want you - Asad thought possessively as he looked at Zoya tremble under his gaze. She was clutching the lapels of her blouse tightly, playing with the fabric nervously between her fingers and her face flushed with a pink hue. Asad smiled contemptuously watching Zoya blush under his gaze, as he approached her with one more step, his nose caressed hers in an Eskimo kiss for a brief torturous second, and at his slightest touch he sensed her heart pulsing away frantically, earning a wicked smile to form on his lips. "Nothing! Zoya. I came out to make a cup of coffee ... but then I bumped into you and this precious little book of yours," Asad's voice dangerously near - vibrated over Zoya's already raw and vulnerable nerves.

"Mr Khan, that's not fair, give it back already," Zoya retorted as she breathed nervously around him, her pulse began to hammer again as Asad watched her absorbedly. How did he manage to make her feel so woozy with his one look? - Zoya thought as she tried to calm her heartbeat. Seriously that book had not help her to deal with her feelings towards him, for now she felt ever more unguarded and deeply vulnerable and so hopelessly in love with him. Dammit! That was a waste of 25 US dollars, plus postage and packaging right there, Zoya thought as she regretted ever buying that stupid book. Now he knew how she felt, Zoya thought uncertainly. But did he love her? - She traced his eyes attentively.

"Hmm, hum bhi dekein ... what's so interesting about this book. I think I'll keep it, add it to my collection," Asad teased Zoya again breaking her reverie as he began flipping through the glossy white pages of the book lazily, not really caring for what was inside, as his deep brown eyes watched her intently, lustfully and longingly. His hands finally rested on a weathered bookmark that rested intently on a page that had been deeply crumpled as though Zoya must have spent a great deal of time reading that particular chapter. Asad assessed the words on that page thoroughly and the title of the chapter stood out like a sore thumb. It read: 150 kisses and their meanings - in big bold red print.  Asad looked at Zoya eagerly through his thick black lashes as he bit his bottom lip in apprehension, his heart hammered erratically at the thought of Zoya. Did she want to kiss him? Surely he was the jerk that Zoya was diligently reading up on and hoping to avoid falling in love with, Asad thought deeply.

Zoya did not like the way Asad was looking at her for it did things to her, unimaginable things, it made her feel and want things she had never felt nor wanted before with anyone. His eyes pierced into her as if he was trying to figure her out, as if he wanted her in an all-consuming way. The less he knew about her, the better she thought. Liar, you know you want him - Zoya's brain protested, but her heart melted further as his warm and lingering gaze ran through her with a wild fire that she couldn't seem to put out. She very badly wanted Asad to kiss her, to touch her; she wanted to be one with him. Mr Khan would never want that, wo aisa kahaan karne waale hai? His tehzeeb and tameez lecture would get in the way and he thinks I'm a musibat, Zoya thought to herself dismally.  It would never happen, no matter how much Zoya wanted Asad to kiss her, to tell her that he felt the same, to put at her ease and end her misery, - not in this lifetime anyway.

"Mr Khan! Give it back," Zoya spoke sharply as she advanced towards Asad's retreating form entering the kitchen behind him; she jumped determinedly at Asad, trying to grasp the book from his teasing manoeuvres as they ran around the dining table in circles. Zoya had forgotten all about Maryam by now as she was totally wrapped up in Asad.

"You're so bossy Miss Farooqui," Asad teased as he watched Zoya roam around him miserably, he quite liked it when she paid him so much attention.

"And you're not Mr Khan?" Zoya looked at Asad in disbelief. "Oh I'm Mr Khan, jaisa main chaahta hoon waisa hi hota hai, .. oh this is my chair Miss Farooqui, you can't sit here ..." Zoya jeeringly began to mimic Asad as she stomped around the kitchen emulating his bossy nature towards her.

"Serioulsy Mr Khan, you're more bossy than me. This is what you do all day, every day. Dekhaoon?" Zoya gleamed as she rolled the sleeves of her blouse up, crossing her arms across her chest stoically before she began to emulate Asad:      "Miss Farooqui, how many times have I told you to knock. Don't come into my room without my permission. Do this Miss Farooqui - this is the correct way, your way is wrong Miss Farooqui. Miss Farooqui this coffee's nasty. Eat like a normal human Miss Farooqui! No you can't watch the cricket match Miss Farooqui because I said so. Ye kaise kapre pehan rakhe hai Miss Farooqui. Ye aisa kyun hai. Ye waisa kyun hai. Come here Miss Farooqui. Go away Miss Farooqui. Come here now Miss Farooqui. Go away - come back - no go away - come back. No - go way Miss Farooqui. Naam kya Asad rakh diya ghar waalon ne, apne aap ko babbar sher samajhte hain! Saara din sheron ki tarah gurrate rehte hain. Grr..." Zoya giggled flippantly as she imitated Asad. Asad could not help but smile inwardly as he watched Zoya imitate him so perfectly, her voice spectacularly alluring as she waltz around him. For Asad it was like slow torture to watch her like this, all he could think of was kissing her.

"Come here and get it Miss Farooqui," Asad spoke commandingly, his voice demanding, breaking Zoya's imitation game, his voice had edge to it, he mischievously smiled as he dangled the book teasingly before Zoya's eyes.

"Give it back to me Mr Khan," Zoya demanded.

"Nahin doonga," Asad sniggered.

"Give it to me already," Zoya grumbled miserably.

"Come here, come closer and get it!" Asad chortled, his lips curved into a sensuous smile.

"Mr Khan!" Zoya growled impatiently. God! he really knew how to get on her nerves.

No sooner through their flirtatious bickering, Zoya and Asad had neared each other once again, both breathless from their midnight banter and late night unintended jogging around the dining table.  Deep and dangerously in thought, Asad looked to Zoya, his eyebrows raised in suggestion, a mischievous hue burned in his eyes as his lips twisted up in an enticing smile, one side of his lips curled as if he were sharing a private joke with himself. He looked at Zoya, a smirk peeled across his lips, his eyebrows raised, flashing a grin he said, "On one condition you'll get this book back ZOYA," Asad spoke in a low husky voice; a spark of desire in his eyes was visible even in the darkness of the kitchen. Asad felt Zoya shift under his gaze, as if she was uncomfortable in her own skin. There was something immensely enticing about that. There was something intimate about the way Asad had said her name, it made Zoya feel weak at her knees, it sounded beautifully perfect as her name slipped off his luscious lips. Zoya swallowed hard as her heart began to hammer again and she totally understood a come-on when she heard one. Was Mr Khan flirting? Oh yes he most definitely is - Zoya thought inwardly. Zoya was thoroughly loss in thought that she hadn't realised she had already neared Asad too close for comfort, their noses touched as their breaths mingled ferociously, her heartbeat drummed in Asad's ears as they came face to face.

"And what do you suggest, Mr Khan? What is the condition?" Zoya spoke softly, tilting her head up to look up into Asad's alluring eyes, his name lingered sensuously on her lips while her eyes remained on his lips. For Asad, his name sounded lethal on her lips.

"If you want you precious book back ... then YOU ... HAVE TO KISS ME - ZOYA," Asad responded smoothly, his hot breath fanned over Zoya's face making her quiver with anticipation, her eyes lowered tentatively to Asad's lips. They were so close to each other that Zoya could feel the heat radiating from Asad's body, her one hand travelled slowly up to rest on Asad's chest as she looked into Asad's eyes and she was met with the same ferocity she was looking at him. Colour flooded her face at the implied kiss, and she tried so hard to control her feelings. Zoya opened her mouth to say something undoubtedly sarcastic or snarky back at Asad but instead she found herself mesmerised by him as she leaned forward into Asad, her tongue stuck out to wet her lips and she saw Asad's gaze follow the movement of her tongue. Asad's eyes gleamed darkly as he watched Zoya's lips; the air seemed to have thin around him as all he could think of was her lips. 

While he was distracted by the closeness between them, Zoya stretched her arms in order to reach up and snatch the book from his firm grasp. But the book was hardly her objective anymore. She put her other hand on his firm chest for balance, and suddenly, she closed the small gap that remained in between them. For a moment Zoya's whole body went still but then her hands were on his chest and Asad thought for sure that she would push him away. But once again, she surprised him when she fisted the material of his shirt and drew him even closer, answering his demand for a kiss with just as much ferocity as her lips came crashing down on his. Zoya's lips brushed Asad's lips softly at first, sending little shockwaves of fire through every part of his body. The fire consumed him, and in response Asad pressed his mouth into hers. Her lips parted, letting his tongue slide in. It explored gently, yet demanded her retaliation. She perused the recesses of his mouth with vigour, finding that it only increased her desire for him. Her outstretched hand came up to the nape of his neck, her fingers tugging hard on his hair. Asad was only fired on more by the delicious pain it caused him as she clawed his hair.

Asad's heart raced frantically in his chest, and its aching rhythm increased further when her hand came to touch the tender spot on his neck. As she moved her fingers slowly into his hair, clawing his hair, he moaned slightly into her mouth. Asad dropped the book from his hand and held her tighter against his welcoming body; his fingers roamed over her body and he clutched her soft buttocks with both his hands earning a moan from her lips as he swept her off her feet and onto the dining table. Asad forgot about Ayaan in that moment, he forgot his tehzeeb and tameez and lost himself in the feel of Zoya against his body. He leaned over her petite body, pressing her into the dining table, rising above her, not breaking the rhythm of their passionate kiss, her fingers clawed and dug at his muscular shoulders clutching him against her. It felt like bliss and he had no desire to stop what he was doing with her now. As the book dropped from Asad's hands, it fell unceremoniously to the floor; its impact on hitting the floor was excruciatingly loud in the otherwise silent house.  Unknown to both Asad and Zoya, the rest of the house were now wide awake, stirred by the commotion coming from the kitchen. But neither Asad nor Zoya had broken the kiss as they stayed in each other's embrace. Asad wrapped his arms around Zoya's waist, pulling her closer to his body. Zoya's breath hitched as Asad moved his hands in slow sweet torture over her body, tracing her undiscovered curves.  Her one hand strayed into his hair while her other came to rest on his chest, smoothing out his shirt over the hard muscles beneath, feeling the thrumming beat of his heart. Months of pent-up anger and frustration, months of their silly fights and staring competitions all melded into one heated kiss.

Asad's hands moved from Zoya's face over her shoulder, down her back again until it cupped her soft derriere. He massaged her perfectly formed behind and brought down his second hand to massage her perfectly formed curves, Zoya moaned loudly in response, nipping at his bottom lip, provoking a low groan from him. Her tongue immediately darted out to sooth the pain, flicking over his lightly swollen lips.

Long moments passed and they remained in each other's embrace, neither wanting to let go. Finally, a thunder of footsteps ran down the marble stairs and a candle was lit in the far corner of the room as three stunned eyes stared at Asad and Zoya. The flickering light of the candle and surprised gasping noises got both of their attention.

"Asad, Zoya," three shocked voices exclaimed in shock.

Asad broke the kiss and looked into Zoya's eyes, not quite knowing what to say. Her face was beautiful in the flickering light of the candle; her lips swollen and moist from his kisses. The reality of the situation suddenly dawned upon them both. Zoya pulled away first, her legs swooped off the dining table, ignoring the almost inaudible groan Asad let out at the loss of her contact, her touch is all that he craved right now. Neither said a word. Zoya moved back to the table collecting her book from the floor, and as she rose upright she looked at Asad with a shy, half-lidded stare that could make angels fall, chewing on her lower lip as she recalled the feeling of his lips on hers just moments ago, before she finally ran into her room, shutting the door closed, ashamed of her actions and resented that she ended up falling for the jerk Asad in the end.  Asad moved away, his eyes cast downwards as he too proceeded for his room, his eyes glanced back once longingly at Zoya's room door.

"And what the hell was that?" Dilshaad spoke angrily as she shoved pass the black leather sofa into the dining room, switching the lights on to stand defiantly in front of her son to interrogate her son for his shameful behaviour tonight. Najma watched nervously from where she stood on the marble staircase and Ayaan walked forward from the threshold of the storeroom door, anxious of what had just transpired.

End of part 1