Toxic Love of Broken Billionaire

10. Tasting her Essence

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“Ohh Here you are my boy. What happened to you?” A man in his mid-60’s appeared at the door and gave Zayan a hug to which he responded by hugging him tightly.

“Nothing, just a small accident,” Zayan replied while standing.

“Oh, my boy take care of yourself. Now, who is she? Is she your wife? You got married and didn’t invite your old uncle,” He replied deducing that Naaya was his wife.

“No, I am not. I am just here for a month,” Naaya replied blushing but Zayan said nothing.

He knew she was going to be his wife, so why bother telling others that she was not.

“Naaya, he is Uncle Tariq. He is the owner of this restaurant,” Zayan introduced Naaya to uncle Tariq.

“Now come one inside. Let me feed you two some good food,” The man said moving in.

They both seated on the table at the corner across the big window. Zayan ordered for both of them and Naaya didn’t argue. As she was busy thinking what was happening? Why he brought her here?

“What are you thinking?” Zayan stared at her for a long time. She was looking simple and cute. He knew she was thinking of why he brought her here. So he started a conversation.

“Nothing, I was just thinking why you brought me here? “ Here went the question, he knew she would ask.

“I just wanted to have lunch outside and you were with me, so you had to come too,” He said with plain expressions.

“Oh Okay,” she said and got busy looking out of the window.

“So Naaya tell me about yourself. How was your life back at Pakistan?” He asked her. He didn’t bring her here to look out of the window, she could do it home. He wanted to know her.

“There is nothing to know about me.Life back at home was simple. I had to study and then help my mother in household chores. And if I had free time, I followed recipes and cooked,” She said. She was so simple and here he was the epitome of complexity.

But little did Zayan knew, her life was not simple either.

“So what about your family?” she asked hesitatingly. She always wanted to ask him but she was afraid to ask as he was really cold.

“I had two brothers and one sister. I just left when I was 17 and that’s all to know about me,” He said in his usual cold tone. Like he was hiding something.

She started to smile by his reply.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked.

“It’s just you had two brothers. So you would all be fighting all the time and your mother would have to act as a referee. I fought with my brother all the time, even I was a girl. But you were boys, so your house might represent hell on earth,” she said giggling.

“Yeah it was like that. One time we were fighting and I fractured Zohan’s arm and then I tried to hide it by blackmailing him. But when his arm got swollen, my mother knew. She then beat the s**t out of me.But it was all normal with a house with 3 boys,” Zayan said smiling.

So his brother name was Zohan.

Naaya was just looking at him. Since she came it was the second time she saw him smiling. The first time was when she scolded Roman at Lizzie’s house. His smile was really precious and unique. The dents in his skin when he smiled, could blow any girl’s mind. He looked really beautiful while smiling. It was a pity he didn’t do it more often.

“You must really love your family then,” Naaya asked politely looking at him.

“Yeah I did, specially my baby sister. She is really dear to me. I keep a check on her even if I am here,” He said looking out of the window with plain face. Like he was trying to hide the million emotions, which were trying to make their way out of his steel grey eyes. He was a mystery that she was not able to solve.

“Why do you left then?” Naaya asked, this question was on the tip of her tongue for so long. But before today she couldn’t gather up courage to ask him. Her question wiped the smile on his face and the calm expressions were replaced by a cold face.

“Let’s just talk about something else. Tell me why you are reluctant to touch?” He asked vibrating the wrong cord. She was not comfortable with his question too.

““Let’s just talk about something else,” She replied with the same words.

Soon the food arrived. The smell of the food was nostalgic. It was all desi food. Zayan had ordered white handi (chicken stew), chicken jalferezi, masala rice, koftay (meatballs), garlic nans and lassi (a drink made of sugar, milk and yogurt).

“How are we going to eat so much?” Naaya asked gulping her saliva which was drooling out.

“The way you are drooling. I think you can finish it without me,” Zayan said smirking. Naaya got embarrassed and wiped it out.

Then the time passed by. The talked on and about everything. Naaya was a funny person, she managed to get laughter out of Zayan.

For the first time in 13 years, he laughed to his heart’s content on her jokes about her life in Pakistan. Even he did lived in Pakistan for 17 years but he never managed to enjoy life like she did. She lived every bit of life with zeel. She loved her family like him, but for her the meaning of family was not only her parents and siblings, but also her relatives and her cousins specially.

“So you beat the s**t out of man, just because he was smiling at you,” Zayan said looking at her with interest. He could never get enough of her.

“For your kind information he was smiling because he was trying to flirt. Besides that before beating him, I saw him throw cheap flirt lines on a teenager. He deserved what he got. You and Roman also deserved it, when I saw you in Lizzie’s house,” Naaya said straightforwardly. There was no better place to present her worries then now.

“Roman always gets beaten. But why me? Can you elaborate?” He said resting his hand on table and putting his hand under his chin, looking at her with all the love in the world. He already knew why she said what she said. He just wanted to see the blush crepting on her cheeks.

“You were doing the thing,” She said gazing towards her half empty plate. She was turning red.

“What thing?” He said like an innocent baby.

“You were eye raping me that’s what. Happy now,” She said in a breath and lowered her gaze.

“Hhahahahhahaaaa….Look at you. You are all red.Like someone took red color and painted your face with it, “He burst into laughter. He was looking so beautiful. His pearly white teeth were on full display and his dimples were more prominent then even. His face was all red from laughing too much, but it was still suiting him.

She squinted her eyes at him, as she knew he asked the question on purpose.

“You know you are jerk sometime,” She said .She was still blushing.

“You should have looked at your face by the way,” He said smiling, finishing his food and wiping his hands with the napkin.

“I think I am going to explode,” Naaya said backing herself at the chair. Zayan just smiled looking at her. She was looking adorable right now.

“So did my children enjoyed the dinner?” Uncle came with a wide smile on his face.

“You can tell by looking at her,” Zayan told him smiling. Naaya was looking tired as food is the best way to get a good sleep.

“Let’s go Naaya. You can sleep when we get home,” He said rather loudly, he could have shaken her to wake her up, but he knew she would get all disturbed. So he avoided.

“I was…not sleeping. I was just resting myself,” Naaya said, trying to hide the fact that good food just made her tired. But it was also true that she was not sleeping at nights for a week. She slept in bits at noon on the sofa in family room. When someone was around her. The routine was very tiring.

Zayan tried to pay Uncle Tariq, but he refused as it was the first time he brought someone with him. That made Naaya blush as she knew she was not going to be with him for long.

As soon as Naaya sat in the car, keeping a distance with Zayan, she slept resting her head on the window.

ZAYAN’S POV:

My princess was sleeping in the car right beside me. Her hair were always messy as she never cared to style them except in a simple bun or a tight pony tail. Random strands were covering her face and her long eyelashes were covering her closed eyes. It was sight to watch.

I wanted to touch her for once. She was in deep slumber, I wonder why she slept just after eating food. I was losing control near her, she was looking so tempting. She was looking like the dessert which your mother told you not to eat, but you couldn’t resist the temptation and end up eating it.And the flavor of that decedent dessert was better than a thousand others.

I pushed her hair behind her hair gently and tilted her face slowly towards me.I put the screen on between me and the driver, so that no one disturbs us. If something wakes her up, she would end up hating me.

I was looking at her face now. She was so exquisite and delecate.Like a glass bangel which breaks sometimes just by trying to wear it. Her lips were so full. I gently rubbed my thumb on them and tried to feel the texture of her soft petals.

 Then I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her mouth, so I gently put my finger in her mouth trying to get her sweet blubberry and rose flavor on my index finger. Then I put that in my mouth. It was the best thing I ever taste. So tasty and divine.

Ohh baby how am I going to wait for the end of this month, when I have tasted your sweet essence. I gently stroked her hair and just kept looking at her with my hand on her face.

Soon we reached home and I backed off.

“Naya wake up. We are home,” I said loudly trying to wake her up.

She opened her amber eyes sluggishly, rubbing them with the back of her hand. Wrapped her dupata around her and stepped out the car. She never forgot to cover self.

Aunt Hafza was standing right inside with a wide grin. She was so happy to see us together.

“Had a good day kids?” She asked.

“Yeah.It was good,” Naaya said yawning.

“Lizzie called. She was asking for you Naaya. She wants to go for baby shopping tomorrow and wants you to go with her. Now I am leaving I have to go somewhere today,” Aunt said and left.

Naaya looked at me, like she was asking for permission. She is going to be such an obedient wife.

“Yeah, you can go. Just come back early. I might need something,” I said. I didn’t need anything. I just couldn’t share her with anyone. Keeping her to myself was becoming a habit.

“Okay. I will come early. Now I need some chai,” she said and moved to the kitchen. She was yawning, she needed sleep. But she was going for tea. Why?

I went after her to the kitchen. She was busy making tea for self.

“Make me a cup of tea too,” I said coming after her.

“It’s not tea, its CHAI,” she insisted on chai.

“What’s the difference?” I said being dumb.

“See you have tea when queen comes to visit and you have chai when you need strength to do something. Tea is sophisticated while chai is homely. Do you need more?” She said raising her brows and trying to make me understand the difference, which I found none.

“Okay.Okay.Give me some CHAI,” I said raising my hands while sitting on the chair near the counter.

She giggled on my reponse.Her smile was adorable and the way she giggled was so admirable.

She made two cups and then we sat in the family room talking with a cup of Chai in our hands. I wonder why she is not going to her room. She was looking extremely tired when we entered the house. She was yawning too.

She slept while drinking tea on the couch. So I covered her with a blanket and sat right beside her on another sofa.

Then something hit my mind. Maybe she doesn’t want to sleep alone.

Maybe she is afraid to sleep like me.