Zoya

Chapter Twelve

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It is impossible to feel bad and at the same time have good thoughts.

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Zoya's P.O.V.

I was now back in my room,changing my clothes into pyjamas, I sat on my bed holding the agreement paper in my hand.

I couldn't read before because of my headache and it has worsen everytime I take the agreement.

And this agreement of two pages was alot.
I could read ten points but not twenty!
How could he write so much?
Okay not twenty maybe but those points were alot to read.
Should I sign without reading?

I huffed laying on my bed, sleeping is the best option right now.
Taking my pills, I kept my head on the pillow and soon sleep took over me.

Cause I was very tired and this bed was so soft as if am on cloud.
I might wake up late tomorrow, cause waking up from this comfortable bed of mine can be impossible in the morning.

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"No!"
I jerked up from my sleep.
What was that?

I heard the voice again.
"No! Please." I rushed outside my room and stood infront of Asad's room.
Should I knock?

I knocked but no reply came.

Should I just enter?
Why was he shouting.
I hear a whimper.
I held the knob as my fast instincts kick in.
But stopped before entering.

He warned me not to enter his room.
But...
I heard another almost silent cry and "No no no.."
That just made me enter without thinking any further.

His room was dark, illuminated by only the moonlight, I saw his curled up sleeping figure.
He had this vast room.
I passed towards him, trying not to make any single noise that will startle him.

He probably is having a nightmare.
I climbed up on his bed from the other side and scooted closer to him, he was still silently sobbing.
Muttering no's every now and then.
He was sweating.

I swiped his hair away from his forehead tried to comfort him.
I didn't know what to do.
I never encountered a situation like this.
I spoke soothing words to him, he opened his eyes, looked at me with eyes filled with pain and confusion?
He then laid his head on my lap and hugged me from my waist.

That startled me, a stranger hugging me was not appropriate.
It isn't allowed in Islam.
But he has done that before.
Laying his head on my lap.
When he was drunk.
This time it was different.
He was in his vulnerable state, not drunken.
And he was hugging me tight, his grip firm not ready to leave me anytime soon.

I relaxed at a little, thinking his actions nothing as a simple misunderstanding because of his nightmare.
Plus he wasn't aware of anything that's happening right now.
It was his unconscious mind doing all these.
I caressed his hair, they feel so soft like fur, and supporting my head with head of the bed, I dozed off.

Too much for my soft bed, I will have to sleep tomorrow in that comfy bed.

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Asad's P.O.V.

I was so comfortable, my pillow was just of perfect today.
I opened my eyes to see a pink fabric infront of me.
And I was hugging it tight as if my life depended on it.
Loosening my grip, I raised my eyes to see her sleeping.

What was she doing in my room?
She slept while sitting?
I slept on her lap!

I sat up, waking her up.

"Zoya?" Her cheeks on my hand, she nuzzled in my hand and just muttered something I couldn't hear.

Did I had those nightmares again?
Sighing I laid her down on the bed, making her sleep comfortably.
I couldn't believe she would sleep uncomfortably for me.
Sleeping beside her, facing her I tucked the hair behind her ears and stared at her.

Why?
Why is she so perfect?
Always helping me.
Always smiling.
Always positive.

I smiled at her frowning face.
What was she frowning at in her sleep?
She should be smiling like she always does.
I smiled at that thought, she was more beautiful when she smiles.
Do i really hold my smile back?

She scooted closer towards me, I held her waist.
I know it was inappropriate but I needed her, for me to sleep.
Hugging her from the waist I closed my eyes, and just kept on thinking about her smiley face to lull me into sleeping.
And it worked.

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I was in the kitchen now, preparing breakfast for both of us.
She was still sleeping when I woke up, so I let her be and straight headed towards the kitchen for breakfast.

According to me, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, it should never be eaten less or missed.
I had decided to make chicken brawn sandwiches with strawberry milkshake and mint flavoured tea.
Humming a tune of my favorite song, I started preparing for the breakfast.

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Zoya's P.O.V.

The sun streamed through the curtains, waking me up.
I stirred in my sleep, stretching my hands and neck, last night I had slept uncomfortably, but how come am now sleeping proper?
Did he?
I sat up to look around his room.

His bed was huge circle shaped, I was covered with his fur fabric duvet.
Across from the bed, there was a coffee table covered with lots and lots of sheet of papers and a laptop.
The room was all grey with black furnishings.

One of the walls, he had pictures covering it from top till bottom.
He had warned not to enter his room, so even though I did enter but I shouldn't pry over his stuff.
So the urge of looking at the pictures, I let it slide.
Instead I came out of his room and headed towards my room to freshen up.

I wonder what he will say after seeing me being in his room, on his bed, sleeping beside him.

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