Dark Black- AsYa FF - Page 4

HEY! Priyanka :D The chapter was nice, liked it a lot. It's shocking to see Zoya so serious, but curious to find out the reason. Nice one! Continue soon, thank you for the pm :*

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Chapter Three

The dark chocolate door creaked as Zoya Faruki tightened her grip on the handle. The pinch on her mouth slowly straightened as she bid goodbye to the aroma of strong coffee and the buzzing sound of chatter. She shut the door of the Caf tight, and as she stepped outside the chilly air and deadly silence that hugged her like an old friend startled her.

Dryala street was deserted.

The tall Victorian styled houses that were neatly scattered across the street were strangely still and vacant, like an abandoned set for a movie. There was no sign of people and instead it felt as though strange watching things had nested in their place. She hugged herself as the howls and cries of the wind echoed through the four corners of the silent scope.

The sun had shooed away and shades of dark grey had replaced the shrill baby blue sky. She pulled her bag closer to herself and began walking down the steps. She could hear the rows of trees shaking with cold and as the leaves rustled together in discomfort she unzipped her studded black bag and reached for her phone feeling a little dizzy.

5.00 pm. She sighed, dialling Ayaan's number.

Ring. Ring.

No answer.

She pressed the green dial button again. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

No answer.

She sighed under her breath and chucked the phone down her bag, the zipper screeching as she pulled it across abruptly. She cursed him as the soles of her feet ached and her head throbbed. Her hands pressed against her forehead massaging it slowly. He sure was in for a beating, she noted to herself.

Tilting her head, her eyes travelled through the empty car park with few cars scattered here and there as if to play hide and seek. A black Porsche caught her attention and for a split second, she could hear his car echo at her thoughts. Her chest tightened; a pain so sharp and firm begun to stretch within her.

She closed her eyes shut and blue eyes that were calm like the sea yet cruel and crude like the waves that harboured at its feet clothed her sight. His eyes. She could almost feel the warmth of his skin under her fingertips and smell his scent linger in the atmosphere. She felt a little faint and it took seconds for her thoughts to gather and as they settled into place her eyes flew open, she swallowed.

She took a deep breath in. As she deterred her sight from the car a thin layer of water dampened her light brown eyes into a shade darker. She couldn't... she mustn't, Zoya told herself.

The wind had taken pace and with it the tall trees shook with fright. Her heartbeat begun to race against her chest as the feeling of being watched returned. This time however she was sure of it and every sense was on high alert. Before she could think any more of it, she suddenly lost her vision and everything became black.

"Guess who?" A guy's familiar deep voice uttered.

It was then her mind eased on the questions and she could trace the roughness of his hands around her face. She couldn't help but smile as she felt his sturdy chest against her clothes.

"Shahrukh Khan." She answered.

"Tsk." The man replied gently tightening his hold around her face.

"Ian somehalder." She smiled widely.

"Close enough." He said chuckling.

He removed his hands and slowly turned her around to face him. Ayaan Ahmed Khan. His height was the first thing that hit her. He had grown taller, an inch or two taller than he already was. She did not ponder on his height too much nor for too long for his face offered a much more interesting topic to decorticate.

He was all smiles and the spark reached his eyes, his dark beautiful eyes and the way it lit up his face made Zoya smile herself. His hair had grown longer as well and the way it made his curls flick at the end made him all the more cuter. She finally understood why all the girls went ga-ga for him.

"If you keep staring at me like that you are gonna fall in love with me." He said between the grin cracking on his face.

Her eyebrows hurdled together and the frown became more prominent than her smile. It hit her like a brick wall. He was late, as usual. He made her wait. She glared at him, and slowly crossed her arms against her chest.

"Why are you late?" She stretched out her words.

He bit the corner of his lips and sheepishly scratched the back of his head, making his curls a little messy.

"Traffic."

A little arch of the eyebrow and he looked like he was a child caught at the wake of stealing cookies. He swallowed. For a minute, she felt all the empty feelings she had for the past week melt away, forgotten. She felt like herself; the happy-go-lucky Zoya she was.

"Blonde or brunette traffic?" She enquired, trying to hide her smile.

"Red-head. You should have seen her!" His words were a little too high-pitched.

"M.A. Wah Wah." She smirked at his crimson face.

He gestured his hands towards his red car parked across the street from the Caf clearly embarrassed to where the topic was heading. She nodded and they started walking.

The rows of tall trees were violently shaking and the cold was beginning to bite as Zoya huddled deeper into her coat. There was a strange silence between them; it was beginning to soar into complete awkwardness. She rubbed her hands together trying to fight off the cold and the weirdness between them.

"How was India?" He asked, a little apprehensive as though it was a forbidden subject.

The sound of Mumbai's traffic, the festive mood, bright colours and happy faces slashed through her mind. She looked down on the concrete road and smiled. It was the release she needed. It was exactly what she needed.

"It was great." That's all she could reply.

"Good..uh, the people?" He asked clearly trying to keep the conversation alive.

"um, they were... great." She looked at him and his face was drawn into complete seriousness. It was weird seeing him like that. He looked a little too handsome.

"How are you?" Ayaan asked as his almond dark brown orbs met hers.

"um' I ' am-"

Her words were cut short by his; "Yeah I know great."

She chuckled a little and his laugh followed. The rest of the walk to his car was spent joking and laughing about pointless things she had missed on. Zoya couldn't help but feel a little bad for Violet who was stuck on 8am to 9pm shift. She surely missed out on Ayaan's jokes.

As she pulled on the handle of his car she looked up at him through her curled eyelashes wondering why he abruptly stopped. His eyebrows were gathered together and he seemed a little confused.

"That's the biggest crow I have ever seen." He whispered more or less to himself.

She followed his gaze and it was too late. The bird was gone and she could only hear the fluttering of its wing and the crackling of the leaves. She shrugged it off and opened the door and Ayaan followed.

Howdy Matey's! LOL. Third chapter and No Asad? I know, I know but I want to get this FF just right. He will come into the story soon, bear the wait with me Please?? ahaha My updates are gonna be a little late, it takes time to "perfect" every chapter. Thank you for the likes and amazing comments! <3

Nice, I could just imagine the scene happening yaar...

Awesome part.
I wonder if the raven is Asad.lols!!
VD effect is high on me you see Priyanka.
It's really nice to see some ff from ur side.
This ff is quite interesting.
I wish u may update ur other ffs also very soon.
Take care!
love ya