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Hey guys..again,sorry for late update,but been a bit busy.. there is a second part to this which i will update sometime tommorow and will send out pms later. That will be the last part. And sorry for all the typos, did not proof read it. Will do later. Enough if my rambling,here is the update. Do not forget to like and comment.Means a lot :-)
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"Hey there" said a husky voice next to her ears.
She was sitting in the bar,waiting for Zain to arrive.
She turned out to find an extremely not-zain standing right behind her,his breath reeking of alcohol.
She rolled her eyes and faced the bar again.
"Wanna dance babe?" He asked,leaning over the counter.
"No" she replied curtly.
"Aww,don't be like that sweetheart, loosen up.
"I don't think she needs to be with an A-hole like you to loosen up." Said a voice.
Her heart skipped a beat. He was here.
"And who are you to determine that?"
"Her husband. Do you have a problem with that." He asked rudely.
The stranger huffed and walked away muttering nonsense about child marriage.
"I am sorry about that Madam,but that was the only way he would go." He said, sitting on a stool next to her.
She smirked.
"It is ok,kind sir, infact I should be thanking you."
"Bhaiyooo" a voice cried out. "Aap aa gaye?! Mera gift?" Said barkat, hugging Zain.
Aliya and Zain both rolled their eyes.
"Ek Zara ka dress kafi nai? Jo aur gift maang rai hai." He said pulling her ear.
"Arrre,voh Aliya bhabhi se baat karne ki permissio-"
"Accha? Mujhe apne biwi se baat karne ke liye teri permission ki zarurat hai?"
Aliya let out a laugh.
Zain's eyes snapped to her face, a slight smile playing on his lips.
She met his eyes.
Zain's mind went haywire as he took in her attire.
She could feel his gaze on her as she reluctantly averted her eyes,her cheeks burning.
Nafeesa and Barkat quietly exited the scene,giggling to themselves.
Aliya's mind was riddled with her previous anxitey of the dress being too exposing for her taste, but The Tortureres duo had shouted down her worries, convincing her that she looked pretty if not beautiful.
And had forced her to climb into the car.
Zain could probably understand because he scooted closer and whispered in her ear
"You look sexy,beautiful.
A noticeable chill went down her spine.
She turned around to look at him to find his face inches away from hers. Her eyes found his lips and replayed the morning's incident.
He was looking quite handsome with a white tee,khakhi pants with loafers and a black blazer to complete the chocolate boy look.
Her eyes travelled appreciatively over his body.
"Like what you see stranger?" He whispered,his breath blowing the tendrils of hair that her bhabhi had painstkingly straightened.
"You wish" she replied.
His pupils dialated and she realised she was whispering.
"Something to drink?" The bartender asked.
Zain knew she was strictly against alcohol so he said
"Two virgin Pina Coladas please."
" Don't worry,its not alcohol." He said,turning to her
She smiled at him.
After a while when they had run out of topics to talk about he asked
"Dance with me?" He asked, his tone making a question whereas his words compelling her to.
Her eyes roamed around the dance floor taking in the crowd dancing inappropriately to the loud music thumping from the speakers.
She blushed at the prospect of dancing with him.
She cleared her throat.
"I dont know how to dance like that" she whispered, her eyes downcast.
He lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.
"You dont have to. It will come naturally." He said,his eyes reassuring her.
"Come on" he said, finishing his drink and grabbing her hand and lead her to the middle of the dance floor.
"Zain, I really don't "
"Shhh" he said placing his finger on her perfect pink lips. He put his arms around her waist,effectively making her shiver.
"As I said, you dont have to know. You just have to feel it." He said, pulling her closer.
"That is the best thing about partying" he bent down and whispered into her ear.
She could smell his Hugo Boss perfume.
"No one cares and you can let yourself go."
He traced her cheekbones.
She lifted her eyes to look into his. She could identify the lust mirrored in his eyes and something else that she couldn't place.
"Was it love?" She thought.
They both started swaying to the rythm of the music and Aliya did not realise when she started dancing or had let go of zain.
Zain watched her with wonder in his eyes.
Even while dancing, she looked graceful. He probably looked like an old man having seizures.
Gosh, he loved her. And he wanted nothing than to take her home right now and make love to her. And protect her from prying eyes.
She was his and his only.
Aliya felt a pair of arms grasping her waist from behind. She sensed his touch. She leant back and relaxed and allowed both their bodies to sway in sync.
After a while, her arms wound up to his neck.
"Want to go home?" He asked.
She simply nodded.
He kissed the side of her neck and felt her freeze.
"Chalo" he said,looping his hands through hers.
As they were about to exit, Barkat came hurtling towards them.
"Itna jaldi?"
Zain rolled his eyes. " Its 12:30"
"You came at 10"
"Bakbak, congartulations. You gratuated. And you win the most annonying sister of the year award. Well done." Zain said sarcastically.
"Oh please Bhaiyu, I am cute ok? " she said in a oh- so obvious tone.
"Accha take Fahad Bhai and Nafeesa bhabhi with you. I think Fahad bhai drank the punch and it is obvious that it has been spiked."
They both exchanged an exsarsparated glance.
"Fine" zain sighed defeatingly. "How will you come home?" He asked, his overprotective side taking over.
"I am 18" she emphasized.
Zain paid no heed and gave Rizwan the job of getting his sister to safety and let no boys have their way with her.
And leaving an annoyed Barkat behind, they walked towards their car, zain muttering profanities under his breath.
Fahad came from behind and clapped Zain's back.
"Zaiiin" he screamed.
"Bhai" he replied curtly.
"Itne naaraz kyun baby?" Fahad asked, grabbing Zain's chin.
"Bhai?"
"I loooveee youuu Zain, mere pyaalee babyyy booo" Fahad slurred.
Nafeesa chortled.
"Is anyone capturing this? Its perfect blackmail material." Zain chuckled.
"I am" said Nafeesa.
Aliya laughed.
Fahad climbed in the driver's seat and started mimicing driving.
"Bhai move" zain said, trying to pull Fahad out.
"Nooi" fahad said astutely.
"Bhai please move. You are drunk."
"Vrooom"
"Fahaad" said Nafeesa from the other side of the car.
"Jaaan" Fahad exclaimed and leapt over the gear stick and controls over to the shotgun.
Nafeesa strapped him in.
"Ooo, kinky" Fahad winked.
"Chiii" Aliya and Zain exclaimed together as Nafeesa turned red.
"Jaldi chalo before he unbuckles himself" she said, covering her face.
They hurried into the car.
All throughout the ride Aliya's eyes were fixated on the window whereas Zain was busy between driving, keeping his brother in his seat and admiring her in the rear view mirror.
When they reached Barkat Villa, Nafeesa sighed loudly.
Two pairs of eyes snapped towards her questioningly.
"I was afraid ki accident na ho jaye. Tumhe hi ghoora ja raha tha Zain" she said to Aliya.
Zain blushed as Aliya's eyes found his face.
"Ghaar" Fahad screamed.
"Shhh" came three voices.
"Lets get bhai to his room before mom and dad sees him like this."
"I lorvveee you jaaan" he screamed.
"Shhh" again three voices chided him.
"Bhai is one person who cant handle his drink." Zain huffed as he heaved his brother's weight up the stairs.
"Thodi madad toh karo" zain said pleadingly.
"I-I will go open the room" Nafeesa said and ran away.
"Jaaan" shouted Fahad.
"Arre yaar" said Zain. "Bhabhi vapas aao . Jaan jaan karke jaan kha jayenge."
Aliya chuckled and slung Fahad's other hand under her shoulder.
"Thanks"
"No problem"
They somehow dragged Fahad to his room where Nafeesa was getting out of the washroom.
They both glanced at each other and nodded and dumped Fahad near the door.
Zain grabbed Aliya's hand and ran in the direction of their room ignoring Nafeesa's loud whispers of "Altleast bed tak le aate"
They both entered their room and Zain locked the door behind him.
They looked at each other and started laughing.
Zain took a step forward and her laughter subsided as she couldn't read his expression.
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You know the drill :-)
Edited by arshipotterfan - 10 years ago
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