Aeipathy.. [ZAYN MALIK FANFICTION]

Chapter 6.

आई एसी रात हैं जो
बहोत खूशनसीब हैं
चाहे जिसे दूर से दूनिया
वो मेरे करीब हैं...

A night has come
Which is very lucky
The one whom world desires
He is close to me...

Sarah's P.O.V.

I was feeling as if I had been electrocuted.

Was it not just yesterday that I was asking God for at least one chance? Did he really answer my prayers or is it my vision that is impaired? It must be the latter.

But when I received a small pinch to my side I realized this was all true. Forcing myself to stay steady, I looked at him with eyes as big as a transverse section of a tomato.

Wait, did I just...?

Great, now even my mind is turning into jelly. All blame is on him.

"You okay?", the voice which tormented my heart for years, now could be heard without any barrier in between. Sometimes, time away from the one you love not always water down your feelings for them. It probably sounds crazy, even obsessive but how do we know it's not true love? How do we know that whatever we felt was just because we never actually got a chance to erase the circling what-ifs in our mind?

His voice soothed years of pain of wanting to be close to him while evoking another pain that our separation would cause. Certainly, we met just now. But it kind of only applied to him. Not me.

His voice called out to me again and I harshly pulled away from my observation of his.

I think God took his own sweet time creating him.

I looked up at him, my heart pumping blood rapidly.His closeness to me was exhilarating and apprehensive. Seductive was his presence as it already tried to meltdown my walls.

Now, he wasn't looking at me with just concern. No. He was scrutinizing me, assessing me with his eyes. I didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps, trying to understand the reason for my current state. His beauty this up close entrapped my mind, paralyzed it, spread through it like a deep wave of serenity in which you can't help but drown.

And now was when I think I truly felt what Ruchika was talking about. Him being so close to me now, I couldn't get one word out of my throat without promising to not breakdown or something.I could only stand there as he looked at me as if he could read my thoughts.

As if he could feel what I felt.

Or maybe it is because he thinks that I'm some kind of a creep.

I know, this perception of mine might not be entirely correct. Or even remotely correct. Any manual on how I'm supposed to convince my heart about my wrong perception would be appreciated.