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Aliya was excited to meet Zain at the office after their visit to the hospital. The kids would stay on with their grandfather and Sam who worked with The London Hospital Group. Zain had made up a rather strong case for a meeting which required her presence at the office, so she wouldn't have an excuse; though after their midnight rendezvous it didn't seem like she would...but one never knew with Aliya, she was unpredictable, what if her morality got in the way unexpectedly.
She walked in to Zain's office, compared to the large Barkat Group and MKB it was a small establishment; seemed like everyone was on the last leg of their work day, hurrying to get things done and get home for the day. She peeked through the glass panes of his door and saw Zain was busy working on something, had a serious expression ...seemed like he was crunching numbers.
She knocked as she entered but he didn't notice as he had his head almost glued to his monitor, concentrating on one number...an outlier, as Aliya sat down. The squeak of the chair made him look up, peeking his eyes above the screen...his look immediately went from one of irritation to joy on having Aliya sitting in front of him. His eyes broke into a smile as he looked at her for a while , took a minute before he said "hi", got up and said he'd introduce her to the team in London. Aliya stopped him, saying she'd done that and since everyone was leaving for the day, he should let it be.
He asked for coffee, "Im going to have some anyway...Look at the city from here, its a nice view...". As Aliya walked to the window in Zain's office he got her some coffee and stood right behind her with his. She could feel him.. so near, and closed her eyes...didn't know what she was doing or feeling, but she couldn't help it. Zain was not going to stop her...he knew exactly what was going on in her heart...her desires..he would make her follow through on her instincts.
Aliya turned around to find him inches close... his smell set her on fire... her heart was racing as she fought hard to control her senses...Zain traced his finger along her face...he would dare tonight...as Aliya quivered under his gaze...his touch. He held her chin up with one hand almost as if he demanded her to look in his eyes... placed on hand on her waist...brought her dangerously close to him. He pinned her against the wall by the window as the lights started to flicker on that evening in London..they shone on her beautiful face...the glow of her skin was just irresistible. Zain could feel the pulsating electric in the air around them as he just placed his lips on hers... the warmth of her lips took over. A current passed through Aliya's body and she threw her arms around him just giving him way into her mouth..She lost herself as Zain didn't stop and masterfully proceeded to move his hands along the side of her body...to her neck and her face...cupped her face taking them both into a trance for almost a minute...
a sin it was when that moment was broken by the loud sound of fire engines blaring down the street... Aliya realized and stopped as Zain still held her close..wouldnt let her go...as it were his right...
she gently pushed him away...and changed topics...as her heart was just threatening to fall out, the pace at which it was beating...controlled herself and asked " So...woh kaam jo tumne kahaa"...to which Zain replied "wo... ho chuka hain..."
"Zain...please...project ke baaren mein..."
"haan bhai...wohi ho chuke hain...tum ghar par dekh lo...kal phir papers lautane aa jaana"
"to phir ab kya karna tha, bachche ab raat ko hi aayenge.?"
"kuch nahin...yahin ruko...chalo game dekhtein hain"
"kya"
"haan aur kya?...ya phir bachchon ko, Sam,...sabke saath dinner karne chalte hain?"
"nahin...!"
Zain looked surprised..."are kyon bhai...tumhe khaaya hoga...mujhe bari bhook lagi hain"...and Aliya said..."haan to yahin khaana order kar lete hain...and looks like it will rain"..
"Aliya...it's always raining yahaan..chalo...achcha...yahin neeche ek chota sa french restaurant hain...wahan chalo..."
"nahin Zain...tumhare ghar par khana order kar do...main tumhara ghar dekhna chahti hun..." she said out of the blue...
"Ghar chalna hain...kyon bhai...achcha chalo...yeh kuch cheezen kar lun...phir chalte hain. You order something, yeh address hain, ask them to deliver there..Sam to bhi text kar dena, if she'll come home or we pick the kids.."
"Sam tumhare ghar aa chuki hain?" Zain just rolled his eyes and shook his head and got back to work...
"Zain?" ...
"Haan...Aliya...aa chuki hai...she's a friend"
They got out of the building...there was no car...he lived only a couple blocks away. And as they walked it started to drizzle...it was a chilly evening and Zain offered her his jacket. A good 20 minute walk...on the streets of London, historic city, a melting pot of cultures... and among those tens of thousands of people, they only could feel each other's presence...
By the time they got to Zain's home it was raining a little harder and they were both wet, though Aliya had a jacket. Zain excused himself to change and ask her to do the same as well and showed her the way. As she dried her hair she looked around... it was a small cozy home and she could see from the doorway that Zain had her picture right by his bedside. She entered the room to check...Zain had changed into his track pants and was looking for a t shirt...he heard her enter and turned around shirtless...as he caught her staring at her own picture...walked up to her, his hair was still wet...face glistening with the few drops of water as he came close to Aliya again.
Edited by qhid - 10 years ago
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