Originally posted by: ZayaILoveU
Mind blowing chapter...
Loved it thoroughly!!!!Really hope that rhea gets her memory back and becomes Aaliya once again...Amazing chapter...Pls continue soon...
Originally posted by: zayalove
It was really osum sim..
Loved the bedroom convo ..
Update really very fast
Thnks for da pm ..
Lots of love
Alina
Thanks for falling for all my nautanki demands ...this one goes to a very special Owlie and Rida, its not exactly what you demanded ...but am trying 😉
Chapter 10
Saathiya😳
The night was restless just like Zain ...he knew she was just sleeping few rooms apart ...her thoughts smile, talks ...her ease on his soul were driving him insane...
He got up from the couch where he was sleeping and walked towards the cupboard, gently digging out her buried snaps ...caressing it, kissing it ...Malika-e-Zain ...I love you ...he kissed her again ...and walked back ...unspoken feelings entwined with unheard words ...
The morning was chirpier, he got up and took an early breakfast in order to avoid facing Suraiya again and waited in his room patiently. He sneaked from his room when he saw Aaliya walking down ...She looked gorgeous in a pale pink salwar that redefined her curves...her hair was clipped and falling on her back too short to cover her neck...those small wrists were held firmly in Rehmaans grip...mocking Zains craving to run behind her and kiss her.
Breakfast table was suddenly silent ...mourning mode
Suraiya avoided looking at them, still trying to eat the toast for which she had lost her appetite ...
Mami mai soch rahi thi ...ki mai Zain aur Fahad ke office chali jao ...
Suraiya looked up, dazzled with Aaliyas atrocious demand ...
Kyu...
Dad ke clinic main mera dum ghoota hai...aur waise bhi school mai kai sare clerical kaam karti hu, mujhe lagta hai office mai zyada accha lagege ...she boasted with confidence
Koi zarrorat nahi hai ...ghar par raho...aaram karo, Mamis frosty voice cut her dreamworld...dodging her back to reality
She looked down a little unhappy...
Suraiya saw her face and faked a smile ...theek hai jao ...reminiscing the promise that she had given Zain
A promise was a promise she assured herself ...not to be broken, however hard it may be
Zain standing on top over-looking the breakfast table, had heard the conversation...he panicked ...
15 mins later when he walked down...
Rheas breath deserted her then and there, his lean and muscular built peeked through the maroon shirt he was wearing and those black trousers they hanged off his hips draping it and making him look even sexier. Though the heavy and opaque beard still clouded his face...Arrrgh why this guy dosent shave ...I want to see how his face looks below that jungle of hair ...STOP IT ...the familiar inner soul , her inner devil who was always trying to dissuade her lusty thoughts spoke again ...
Zain, Main bhi office aaungi ...tumhare saath ...her emphasis on TUM was provoking Rehmaan, fortunately Suraiya would have revoked her decision had she heard Aaliyas desperate voice...
Zain pretended he had never heard her big plan to go to office ...
Theek hai he said coolly, looking intently at Rehmaan, who had grown uneasy ...something which was giving Zain sadistic pleasure, his wish was coming true. He could spend the whole time with her, and Rehmaan ...Dr.Rehmaan wont be around ...he looked pleased with the situation ...
Aapne dad se toh pooch liya na tumne ...kyu Dr.Quereshi, Rhea aa sakti haina mere saath...
Provoking Rehmaan had been Zains favorite pastime for the last 2 days...
Please dad, Rhea pleaded...
Rehmaan smiled for her ...she was his daughter after all...Jaldi ghar aana, aur haa phone karti rehna ...ignoring Zains annoying face
Chale Zain said, assuring Fahad that he had made some imp calls and everyone at Barkat Royale was instructed ...no one would recognize Aaliya
Aaliya walked outside and Zain opened the car door holding like a thorough gentleman, just when Aaliya was about to come close, Rehmaan forcibly sat in the passenger seat ...
Aaj mera gadi nahi hai ...drop karo mujhe ...he commanded, like Zain was his would be driver..not his would be son in law ...
Zain looked with bulging eyes...he wanted to throw Rehmaan out ...but controlled his streaks of violence
Rhea sat silently behind, eyeing Zain all through the ride...and he equally reciprocated the need to peek
Rhea was waiting for Rehmaan to say the much needed goodbye ...
Two blocks after he dropped an ungrateful Rehmaan to his clinic, Rhea sat in the front ...
They both were complete, blushing ...reading each other's mind ...that's what they thought
He placed his hand accidentally over her hand, a tabooed move physically, while changing the gears...not realizing that fully automated cars don't have any. She was so close, her lips were parting in a smile...her face was illuminated by the sun rays. Her skin shone in the brightness so gentle that he was sure his kiss could color it crimson red. Her eyebrows had merged in the forehead where a slender and delicate line of frown was forming. He pulled his hand back...she still was mystical...
He gently was pressing the accelerator a little more than required, maybe the sweat on his feet were making it slippery. Just like his lustful thoughts. He wanted to see what she was wearing more closely, but was scared...to look at her, albeit that he would open his secret ...Zain Abdullah would have to first put his guilty feelings behind and then swoon ahead with Rhea, he mentally noted
Rheas thoughts had already prodded below his face ...wondering what exactly lay beneath that Maroon full-sleeved shirt, she wanted to see his hairy hand, yes they were creepily covered with masculinity that she had a sneak peek last night. His lanky neck that carried that GOD DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT FACE, to see if his back was appealing as his chest, were they broad or the curves on his waist, the one which held his trousers like a hotness on a mannequin were for real...shy but Rhea had already started stripping Zain in her imagination...she was embarrassed with her own thought...why Zain ...she had no clue and neither did he
They both kept their lustful thoughts to their imagination holding back feebly their wishes that required them to cross all sorts of physical layers. The baby steps of friendship first needed to be walked by both
Kuch Aahat si aaj hone lagi hai...
In haton ki lakiron mei...
ek dhundli si taseevr ab banne lagi hai ...
Sim
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Remembering a very old scene and my most fav scene of beintehaa...this one is dedicated to it
Chapter 11
Phir waise hi...
Aaliya and Zain reached Barkat Royale...now the familiar places and people had already started haunting her mind...the flashes and their voices were getting stronger. She smiled and walked behind Zain, trying to go unnoticed, unaware that the whole staff was watching their lost 51% owner who had deserted them for more than a year. Reaching Zains cabin, Aaliya heaved a sigh of relief...it was an uneasiness that she had never felt in Jaipur...
Aree do chairs, she touched the leather black chair and probed Zain as usual...
Haa ...aise hi, tum baithoge ...he asked almost pleading her with his subtle request...
Na baba...Mei toh bahar baithungi baaki saare staff ke saath...
He was trying to bury his setback ...wish she had sat on that chair, her CHAIR , that he had so ferociously protected from the whole world for the past year ...
Ok, he called Sahil a new recruit who was unaware of Aaliyas past, a perfect stranger to train her. Aaliya left happily with him , Zain sat on his chair ...pulling his lonely company near him ...and smiled towards it ...
hausla rakho ...jald hi baithegi tum par ...mujhe dekho mai bhi toh intezaar kar raha hu na...his talk with the inanimate chair could have surely caused anyone to stress...was he losing his mind ...maybe
Zains eyes prodded less on the file and more on the celestial beauty who was busy chatting, smiling and even joking amongst the staff. He liked to see her again, so chirpy and unburdened unlike him, she had no strings pulling her.
Lunch time approached and Zain was excited to eat with Aaliya for the first time after ages, finally. She walked in his cabin, spirited as usual.
Fahad bhai office se bahar gaye hai, he justified even before she could think about getting any kabab mai haddi.
Maine poocha kya, she replied sarcastically
nahi par batana zaroori samjha maine...her long absence of 3 hrs had taken a toll on his patience...
Kitkit she muttered ...
kya kaha he blushed ...
kitna chikchik aur kitkit karte ho she declared ...
Accha laga
Kya???
Mera naya naam ...KITKIT... she smiled..he was funny and strange ...she liked him
Toh mujhe bhi tumhe kuch naam dena chaiye na ...koi nickname ...he insisted
She waited patiently in anticipation, almost blushing
...he wanted to call her mamu ki bhanji ...malika e zain ...his fav...but refrained ...
DA ...kaise rahega ..he asked
DA... Iska kya matlab hota hai ...kuch ajeeb nahi hai, adhoora sa she raised one eyebrow perfectly...he always loved the way she could manage it, he had failed miserably several times to do the same ...leave apart one he couldn't raise even two...he smiled
Pulling HER chair she sat down on it ...finally redeeming its fate and giving it the much deserved respite from loneliness.
Khane mai kya hai, she asked looking hungrily towards the food and neglecting him ...
Bhookad his mind was laughing at her...
Chole Baturee, aree wah ...and she eyed the extra onion lime and chilies which were on the plate...
Zain looked in those eyes, she was close enough...his heart was racing again ... and her smell...the jasmine fragrance; a light one was slowly cuddling him, tingling his senses...
Zain ...tumne kabhi kisi se pyaar kiya hai ...ya koi pasand hai tumhe ...he was caught unaware, almost frightened to answer
he finally nooded ...haa ...
kisse, she asked pointingly ...he could see a glimpse of jealousy or was it his imagination ..
Thee kai saari ...he lied, koi cutey, koi huggy he remembered the tone's of girl -friends he had before her...haa par mohabat sirf ek se hui thi ...and looked at the food, he wanted to fill his mouth with it so that he can avoid answering these questions.
Kaun thi woh...but Zain had already moved past the topic ...arranging the plate and serving them the food.
Bolo na kitkit she insisted ...his old name and her new tone shone
aree Da tumne bataya nahi kuch kaam bhi kiya ya yuhi timepass kiya aaj office mai ...he averted the look
She too fell in his trap and started talking ...non-stop ...chatterbox just like MKB ...looked like he had muted her voice and was just playing with her physical vision...till her constant aching gesture of putting her stray hair behind her ears pulled him back...
Unexpectingly, he touched the vagrant strand of hair and pushed it back from her face ...his action made her stop talking ...and she withdrew her face back...away from his grasp...
He saw her reluctance to let hi..m touch her, suddenly infusing an unbearable longing to tell her what her physical proximity was doing ...shattering him...
Tum Batao, tumhe koi pasand hai kya , he enquired to break the cold vibes between them...
Haa she beamed, Zain looked up ravaged as though a train had knocked him down.
She loved the look of his desperation in those bronze eyes...she wanted to arise his desires that she felt he was constantly trying to dodge till now...
Kaun...he asked coarsely, sounding as though he was least interested...
Altaf ...mere student ka bhai ...mere sabse fav student ka bhai...bahut cute hai aur handsome bhi, pata hai roz aata hai school mai, apne bhai koh chodne... she teased him.
Zain resented, why did he even ask...all his body hair were in a goosebump mode, standing on a parade of mutilated images...he hated his possessive streak...he had started believing that he had overcome, he had matured but maybe not. He was still fragile still breakable...
Aur haa woh Sahil haina, joh naya trainee hai ...who bhi bahut sweet hai ...she giggled like a small girl, to meet his lost stare...he was flabbergasted, did he knowingly give Aaliya, his Aaliya her second crush ...arrrgh he hated the new trainee..
He felt envious Sahil Altaf ...names of guys ...what the hell...how can she even talk about someone ...I am right in front of her...its like 1000 zubbus holding him hostage ...
His jealousy had given way to intolerance...Zain did not want to bound her, she was as free as his will, he felt offended with his own self , his own thinking ...His one year of guilt had changed him a lot...Who am I to even question her likes, he was almost scolding himself now..
Silently he picked up the green chili lying as an unseen companion on his plate and started eating it ...Burning his tongue with hotness and madness that he had disposed himself in ...
She looked startled ...induced jealousy was a love lorn feeling but what she saw on his face was more of a contempt and bitterness, something Rhea was scared of seeing ...
Kya kar rahe ho ...
Khana kha raha hoon ...taking a bite of the remnant green bruise ...literally swallowing it...
Mirchi kyu khaa rahe ho ...
Aise hi kuch theeka chaiye tha, apne juban par...shayad dil koh sukoon pahuchane..his lost thought not said loud enough
Kahai tumhe jalan toh nahi ho rahi hai, she tried to stop his animosity...
Khai pyaar toh nahi ho raha hai mujhse ...her blush, took him back to their swimming pool talks ...faded and washed out memories of fights
His now red eyes bleaching with tears of impaired nerves on his tongue, looked at her ...sparking an unwarranted anger
Nahi, dimaag kharab nahi hai mera, tumhare dad jaise sasur milne se toh marna jyada pasand karunga...he spoke agitated ...bitter
Theek hai toh maro, she got up and started walking out of the cabin...
He realized, the words he used were harsh...he ran behind her and held her wrist ...clumsily, frightened that it might hurt her ...the old Zain who used to use all the force to exert his opinions his wishes was layered now...
She looked back, Chodo mera haat ...
nahi ...
maine kaha haat chodo ...jab dekho mere dad koh bura bhalla kehte rehto ho..nahi chaiye aise dosti ....
He gently set her free, I didn't mean to hurt you ...sorry ...Aa...Rhea he said slowly, suddenly clinging to the reality, he didn't deserve this lovely women, he always hurt her whether he knew her as Aaliya or Rhea ...always..
Theek se maafi mango she said, hiding her winning smirk ...he was the exact guy she wanted to hold...angry, irritating yet gentle on her tantrums. Someone who would bear her nakchadda attitude all his life, her dream man ...a dream she had slowly started weaving.
She was angry but not that much that she could avoid falling in love with this hazel eyed chocolate coated face, who was melting with remorse every moment, but she had to play around to establish her ground, he was arrogant towards her father something that she would never stand to let go...
Theek se... she insisted...like a mini hitler
He looked sad, his past antics of saying sorry his way flashed in front of his eyes...and then involuntarily as though he had played this part several times, a well-rehearsed way of saying sorry between them ...he slowly started to raise his hands towards his ears ...both his hands moved like silent serpents ...repenting every word, every hurt he had given her ...his eyes gazing in anguish.
Zain always felt weak in front of her, she ruled a part of heart that was beyond his control. He never let his manly ego dominate him, he had lost her and didn't want to lose her ever again
she was unable to see why he was so disturbed on such a small incident, and what was he upto...what way of saying sorry was this rather than just a simple way of saying I am sorry with words...
Zain gesture of holding his ears...for Aaliya was not a private one, the blinds of his cabin were open and almost all his old workers were peeking in...being an audience to this scene, gently reaffirming what their boss could do for his love.
He held his ears with both hands, his delicate fingers cruelly pulling his ear lobes trying to induce some physical pain, his face so drooped like a pouty puppy...he looked miserable towards her ...
She looked up shocked ...and just pulled his hand away ...kya kar rahe ho ...yeh kya tareekha hai sorry bolne ka ...
he smiled seeing her concern...
mujhe toh yehi tareeka aata hai ...kisine yehi sikhaya hai mujhe ...
She was holding his hands for 2 full more minutes ....dadi banao ...mujhe clean shaved ladke pasand hai ...and winked ...he touched his beard ...finally the beard had to go ...he chuckled ...
The walls were coming down ...breaking the past and clasping the present
Phir waise hi ...aaj tere samne sar jukha kar khada hu...
Sajde mai sirf tere hasi ke... ek deedar ke liye tadap raha hu...
SIM
Precap- kya yeh prem kahani aage badegi ya rehmaan is derail karega ...wait and watch
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