Fasaana | फसाना | فسانا
:a tale; a romance; a fiction
Zoya had spent her entire life adhering to societal and parental rules, feeling trapped like a bird in a cage. But what happens when she decides to shatter those restrictions and soar freely?
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I drive down different roads, but they all lead back to you.
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What do you think I should wear?
The text was sent by Shahveer to Zoya. He had asked for her number very politely. He didn't give any reason or excuse, just simply said if he could have her number. And she couldn't refuse, or maybe she didn’t want to.
Zoya read the text and frowned. Confused, she replied back.
??
For the party we have to go to.
Why are you asking me?
Because I am confused. And moreover, it is you who'd be accompanying me so it should be according to your liking as well. Even though I look good in everything. Still..tell me. Would you like to see me in a kurta or should I wear formal pants and a blazer?
Zoya read the string of messages he had sent and mentally shook her head at how self-praising this man was.
I don't know. You decide for yourself.
Come on, Zoya! Don't be like that. I would have helped you if you asked me.
Before she could type anything, he sent another text.
By the way, what are you wearing? Should we twin?
Even though the idea was cringe, she couldn’t control her blush.
She immediately typed,
NO.
You know you want to.
I DON'T.
"What got you smiling like that?" Zoya was forced to snap back from her phone and look at Kian, who had come back to the table after ordering food at the counter. They were sitting in a cafe. After he picked her up at the airport, they hadn't been able to meet, so they both left early from the office to have dinner together.
"Nothing." She shut the phone and kept it aside.
Kian knew it wasn't nothing, but he let it go. And she was thankful for that. Because she didn’t know what to tell him. Oh, it was just my gorgeous, gray-eyed neighbor who has been making me blush more than I've ever in my entire life. That made no sense to her.
