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Sleep.

He whispered laying down on the bed and she rested her head on his chest, her head ached from crying. As she slept, he couldn't help but run his hair through the silky strands of her hair, occasionally scratching her scalp. The sigh of contentment that escaped her lips made his heartbeat stop for a moment. He smiled and breathed, the scent from her beautiful hair, a mixture of roses and vanilla wafted into his nose, stirring something deep within him. He patted her head gently, running his hand through her hair. He couldn't help but sigh, feeling the softness of her hair as he gently placed her on the bed. Her hand still clutching his shirt. He smiled and pressed another tender kiss on her hair. He stayed there admiring her, his eyes were a mixture of tenderness and affection as he reached out, his fingers caressing her cheek with a soft touch. He couldn't help but smile brightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as an unknown happiness radiated off him in waves.

He leaned in and whispered, his words a soft caress against the tranquility of the room.

Main tumhein kabhi nahin chorunga

He promised, his voice carrying a promise. The smile never leaving his lips as he leaned in and hurriedly placed a quick kiss on her nose and then layed down on the bed closing his eyes tightly, holding her close, his heart was pounding in his ears and within few minutes, a soft sigh escaped his lips as a wave of sleep washed over him.

Two Hours later!!!

Zaid looked at himself in the mirror. Dressed up in a blue jeans, white shirt and black coat.

Mubashira watched him standing in front of the mirror, his black orbs seemed to appear dark brown in the light of the room. The soft light was highlighting his sharp features. She couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat as her gaze went to his beautiful striking eyes which were deep as an ocean that seemed to take her breath away. They were soft now in the light of their room. He was clad in a crisp white dress shirt. His face carved in perfect lines and angles was too handsome for his own good. Her heart skipped a few beats as she watched him reach out for his perfume bottle, it's silver cap glittering in the light, with a practiced flick of his waist, he sprayed it over himself, a familiar scent, a woody fragrance that Mubashira knew way too well. It was a scent that lingered on his clothes, it was a scent that she had breathed in when they had hugged, it was a scent that wafted into the bedroom whenever he walked in. She closed her eyes, her heart quickening it's pace and she could almost taste the woody fragrance in the air, a scent that was way too familiar to her.

Acha lag raha hoon?

Zaid asked raising an eyebrow, a teasing lilt evident in the depths of his gaze.

Mubashira,s heart skipped a beat and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mirth, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she responded

Haan bahot. Mera shohar humesha acha lagta hai.

Her voice was barely above a whisper but it echoed in the quite room. Zaid smiled feeling his heart warm. The sincarity in her words resonated deep within his soul.

He smiled, a gentle blush coloring his cheeks and turned smiling tenderly at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Ready ho jao tum.

He spoke rather softly.

Per main pehenun kya?

She asked, a hint of curiosity coloring her tone as she met his gaze.

He smiled, a soft smile that seemed to light up the whole room, her heart skipped a beat.

Kuch bhi pehen lo.

He spoke, his voice filled with warmth as he reached up to cradle her cheek. She closed her eyes, a sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch.

He smiled tenderly at her and spoke, his voice filled with sincarity

Jo pehnogi achi lagogi.

Mubashira opened her eyes, tears welling up in them. She opened her mouth to speak but found herself tounge tied.

He brushed the lone tear away that escaped her eyes and smiled at her softly. He patted her cheek tenderly and left from there.

As she walked towards the closet, she found a beautiful gift box. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips and her eyes went wide. She gently cradled the gift box in her hands with tender reverence and walked towards the bed.

As she came out of the bathroom. She was dolled up in an exquisite dark pink net Saree with some diamond studs on it. The outfit made her look like a modern day queen. She sat in front of the dressing table. She felt her heart overflowing with a mixture of emotions as she looked at her reflection. The tender smile never leaving her lips.

Mubashira everybody is waiting....

Zaid spoke entering inside but stopped as his heart skipped a beat. He watched her, a soft, genuine smile spread across his face. His feet automatically moved towards her as he locked eyes with her through the mirror. He breathed sharply walking towards her. Their eyes remained locked through the mirror.

Main pehenaun?

Zaid asked, his voice a notch lower. Their eyes locked once again through the mirror and he watched as Mubashira nodded in a state of daze.

Zaid smiled. He felt her skin tingle when he reached out and his fingers grazed the nape of her neck. His heart quickened it's pace and he gulped as he removed the clip that had kept her hair tied. He heard her gasp and his heart skipped a beat. He watched as her beautiful, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk. A smile graced his lips as he leaned down to her ear and whispered

Mujhe tumhare khule Baal pasand hain.

He felt butterflies in his stomach as he gently cradled her hair and pushed them onto the right to keep them out of his way. He heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled softly.

Zaid lowered his head slightly and breathed, the fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood that was coming from her hair was heavenly. His heart skipped a beat and he found himself knowingly drowning into it. He desired to imprint the fragrance into his memory, to bathe in the sweet fragrance that was coming from her hair.

Zaid lowered his head slightly onto her exposed skin and the tip of his nose grazed her collar bone and the darkness of his hair peered over her shoulder.

Zaid....

He heard her gasp as his hand moved to hold the delicate curve of her waist. His fingers spreading to cover more of it and then he breathed, his warm breathe grazed her collar bone, his own heart pounded in his chest as he watched her tremble, her lips were parted and her face was flushed.

He held the delicate pink diamond studded necklace and gently clasped it around her neck, he watched her letting out a trembling breath perhaps the necklace was cold, he thought.

Then he gently grazed her ear with the tip of his finger earning a visible shiver from her. He smiled gently making her wear the earrings. He heard her letting out a soft sigh and smiled. Then he reached out for the blush palette and adorned her cheeks with a natural baby pink blush. He watched as she reached out for the dark pink lipstick and applied it.

Beautiful.

He whispered in her ear and noticed her shiver and then placed a gentle kiss on the back of her head. He heard her breath hitch and smiled, controlling his raced heartbeats.

He extended his hand for her. His heart raced in his chest, a mixture of hope and anticipation flickering across his features. He watched as she uplifted her hand and placed it in his. Feeling a surge of courage, Zaid smiled and interlocked their fingers. He heard her gasp and watched her looking at him with wide eyes and her lips slightly parted.

Aise kya dekh rahi ho?

He asked, his eyes a mixture of tenderness and affection.

It's all new.

She said to him, the surprise in her tone was evident before a slow smile spread across her face and Zaid felt his heart skip a beat.

Mubashira adat dal lo.

Zaid said softly and watched as her eyes sparkled with happiness.

End Of Chapter!!!

Coming up next: The dance and the pool scene.

The next chapter will be in MJ,s POV!!!

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