December 29th
She and Asad had not talked for over a day - the longest ever. But she was not the one who would give in easily, who would comply to the wishes of her heart. She remained stiif as a poker.
She checked her phone and saw his innumerable missed calls, voice mails and text messages, all of them pleading her to talk to him just once. She felt pity. She could've at least listened to his side of story. It wasn't too late, she thought.
Zoya opened her Food Van and prepped the essentials for the day. Time flew and it was 5 pm already. As she concluded her work, she heard the same familiar voice calling her out.
"Hey" the voice said. Without lifting her head up, she acknowledged his presence with a nod.
"Talk to me Zoya, please" it said in a manner so helpless, that her heart melted a little. She cleaned up the place and closed the Van.
"Lets walk" She suggested and he obeyed. He could've done anything to hear that voice. It had only been 24 hours and he missed it already.
Asad didn't know how to begin with. He took a deep breath as he crossed his fingers, silently praying to Allah to give him strength. "Look at me" He said but regretted as soon the words escaped him. Seeing those beautiful doe shaped eyes full of pain was the last thing that could strike him with another pang of guilt.
Zoya looked at him and she knew she won't be able to hold her tears back. Without uttering a single word she strode away. She could hear his voice calling her out, pleading her to stop. But she didn't.
Zoya knew her anger wasn't directed to him alone. She was angry with herself.
How could she be so weak? She didn't need anyone, she reminded herself. She was well off without anyone's pity or love. But all she needed was a friend, which she found in Asad. If it wasn't for her stupid fantasies about him and her, things would've never turned so complicated. She was over reacting and she knew it.
December 30th
It felt as if his life was a stuck videotape, which kept repeating the same horror again and again. He was desperate to meet her but was helpless. As any other day, he stood in front of the Van and admired her - the only thing that kept him going.
It was funny, how a girl he met just a week ago meant so much to him. The worst part of their story was that she wasn't ready to accept him when he wanted to welcome her with open arms. She considered him to be nothing but a cheat, a player.
He went back home, defeated. As he laid down on his bed, his inner voice kicked in. Perfect.
Poor little baby, sulking away for the love of his life.
Will you just shut up!
Hey! Watch your tone young man!
Sorry. I'm just a bit tired. Why don't we talk tomorrow?
Right. Talk to you AFTER you die?
What do you mean?
Just look at yourself. You look such a waste! That stubble doesn't even suit you.
I like the stubble! It tells me that I'm grieving.
Ya Allah! Asad! Your lady love is slipping away from you and all you care about is your stupid stubble?! Hopeless!
I'm trying, okay! What should I do if she isn't even ready to listen?
When will you learn? She won't stick around you so that you can pacify her. You will have to approach her silly.
Please help me inner Asad!
Fine. But first admit that you're just looks and no brains.
Well, of course I am. You are the brain, so am I not supposed be the looks?
Don't try showing off your over smartness. Just repeat it! We both know your brain is pea sized.
You mean you are pea sized?
Aarghh! Enough! Do you need my help or not?
I do!
Okay. Then listen to me very carefully.
December 31st
It's New Year's Eve Zoya! Wake up!
New year, new beginnings. Her heart cringed at the mere thought of it. Shoving them aside, she got ready for the day and left.
The city was covered in a blanket of snow. The atmosphere was filled with laughter of people skating and shopping. Every street looked as beautiful as ever. She didn't know why, but a sudden feeling of warmth engulfed her out of nowhere. Was it a good omen?
Cormwell Street was buzzing with excitement, which meant good business.
She took out the shutter keys to unlock the Van, but to her surprise, it was already open!
INTRUDER!
She stepped in and a strong aroma of spices greeted her. There he was, cooking with a brand new apron and a chef's hat on his head.
So cute!
"How did you get in?!"
"I have my ways" He smilrked and winked at her. Inspite of being angry with him, she blushed prettily.
Asad mentally high fived the inner Asad.
Plan A successful!
"I don't need your help. Go away! I don't want my customers choking to death on their food" It was pretty obvious that she was showing mock anger.
"FYI, Miss Farooqui. I cook well. I just never had a chance to showcase my talents" He retorted.
"That's because you don't have any. So please, back off!" Oh how they missed the bickering!
Zoya pushed him and took over. He tumbled back and steadied himself by holding onto the sink. He then stood behind her, and the memories of that night resurfaced.
"What's cooking?" He asked, pun intended.
"Nothing you're not aware of" She answered double meaningly.
He slid his hands around her waist and heard her breath hitch. Bingo!
He then pulled her towards him till their bodies pressed.
"Wh..what are you doing?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"Nothing you don't like" he immitated her. She smiled softly but hit him with her elbow but he didn't budge an inch.
"You're working on New Year's Eve?" His one hand played with her hair while the other still held her securely.
"New Year means business. Why do you ask?" she tried sounding indifferent but failed miserably as his fingers made contact with her skin.
"I want to talk" He felt her stiffen under his touch as he spoke. But it was now or never.
"We're talking"
He slowly turned her around and lift her chin up with his finger. She complied easily and waited for him to begin,
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. Her eyes closed momentarilly.
"Not here" he breathed.
"Well I'm sorry then, because I'm not availaible during work hours. It will have to wait" she replied as she opened them.
"It will wait" Saying so, he spun her around again and his hands left contact with her. He started helping her out, chopping vegetables and marinating chicken wings.
The couple continued working and it was 5 p.m. Without Zoya's orders, Asad quickly winded up with everything in light speed. Zoya stood at a corner. Unknowingly, her mouth left a soft chuckle which didn't go unheard by him.
"You find it funny?"
"Of course I do. It's not everyday you see Asad working like a maniac"
"It's your lucky day that I'm in a good mood. I wouldn't have spared you otherwise"
She shook her head amusedly and helped him out after which, they quickly hailed a Cab.
"Where are we going?" She asked, perplexed.
"Wait and watch"
The car halted and they stepped out. There they were, at Hyde Park. Although it was packed with people enjoying the Eve, Asad dragged Zoya to a lone bench at a corner, undisturbed from the world.
"You like it here, don't you?" She smiled in response.
They both sat on the bench as he took her hand in his. They silently stared at the lake and then at their hands. No one spoke for a long time.
"I don't regret it" he took the initiative.
"Regret what?"
"Kissing you. I don't regret it at all. I know I hurt you, but I won't lie to you, ever. So I never apologised for it." She looked at him wide eyed. Here she was, having sleepless nights about it and he didn't regret it at all!
"Do you know why?" She innocently shook her head.
"Because even if I couldn't bring myself to admit it, I had started liking you" She looked at the waters for some time before she spoke.
"Does it have something to do with the dress that I was wearing that day?" She enquired.
"What? No! I mean, of course you looked stunning, which you always do by the way" Zoya rolled her eyes and laughed. Flirt!
"It had nothing to do with it. You are different Zoya, different from other girls who only care about dressing up. You are beautiful, independent and strong and that's what pulled me to you" She looked at him affectionately and he returned the same.
"But this can't happen Asad. I..I can't put my hands over someone who isn't even mine. What about Sarah? She likes you so much and.."
"Don't talk about Sarah, Zoya" His voice turned a bit harsh.
"Why? Is everything okay?" she asked, concerned.
"We broke up"
"What?! When?!" Zoya was shocked. Wasn't he the same guy she met a week ago who would go to any lengths to woo the princess?
"The same day we fought. I couldn't bear her bad mouthing you. So I shouted at her and she shouted back."
She wasn't surprised that Sarah had said ill things about her. If the girl could say it on her face, talk about back bitching.
"I bet she'll find someone who can suit her standards. I'm just.. not her type." Zoya squeezed Asad's hand , to tell him that she was sorry. She didn't mean to be rude and did not have the slightest idea that he and Sarah had broken up.
"I'm sorry Asad. I over reacted" her tone was apologetic and sincere.
"Oh you sure did. Do you have any idea how miserable I was?"
"I wasn't any good either. It's just that, I wasn't ready to jeopradize our friendship by taking it to a next level, you know? What if we didn't work out? What will I do without you, without our friendship? So I started distancing myself from you, because I knew I was hoping against hope. You could never be mine, you had Sarah. But I didn't have many. I think you're well aware of the fact that I'm the weird one in the crowd."
He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"You're weird. That's what makes you different. Don't you ever feel low about yourself Zoya. You're too good to be true, so it's difficult for you to fit in. But you have me and I promise I won't leave your side, ever. I love you Zoya Farooqui."
He loved her! He said he LOVED her!
The atmosphere turned heavy and earnest, which she wasn't really fond of.
"You mean to say that you'll always accompany me everywhere?"
"That's what I meant" He nodded solemnly.
"What if I need to take a bath?"
"Oh, it'll be my pleasure!" he winked and she smacked him playfully. But man she smacked hard!
"Hey!" he complained.
"That's for being a fool and not confessing earlier" She scolded as he frowned. She then leaned in and kissed him on his cheek, just where his dimples fromed.
"And that's because the feelings are mutual. I love you too Asad! ..And because I always return favours"
He smiled widely after ages. The one which would reach his eyes.
They sat there for a long time after which they finally decided to head back. They walked together, their hands interwined.
The excitement had multiplied as the clock ticked away. A large crowd had gathered around Big Ben, everyone squealing with every passing second. And then the countdown began. Asad and Zoya looked at each other affectionately. Their eyes reflected the love they held for each other. Tightening their grip on each other's hands, they joined the countdown as well.
"3..2...1..0!" Zoya's hands went around Asad's neck as his hands wrapped around her waist. He pulled her closer and then they did it, sealed their love with a passionate kiss as the crowd hooted and cheered, for the innumerable couples and for the New Year.
Finally breaking away, Zoya asked in a ragged breath, "does that mean we'll be kissing throughout the year?"
Asad chuckled as he caressed her face, "I don't know. You tell me!"
She laughed and took the initiative, taking his lips into hers for the second time.
And that's how their New Year began!
-THE END-
A/N - Phew!
This is awkward.
It is SO LONG!
If you have read it, by chance, I would love to have your feedbacks!
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Edited by Zanutix - 10 years ago
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