#asyastory- All that matters# chapter 13 - Page 61

"james you know what, you are genius" stella complements him in awe. She holds the receiver close to her ear more tight to feel him smiling like an idiot.

"I know stell, tell me something new" he smirks on other end with a slight proud tone

"ahem!" she clears her throat first, " the number you had asked me to track, proved of great help, jammy. And guess what? They were called my Mr. Rehan Hafeez, he is the incharge of Citi hospital." She says each and every word slowly , to let it get sink in asad's brain.

"citi hospital?" he asks confused, playing with the pen in his hand and kicking his leg under the study table he is sitting on.

"james, citi hospital is one of the biggest psychiatric hospital in Bhopal. They also holds rehabilitation for rape victims"she says with a big achievement on her face and soon did she finished , asad face brightens up with victory.

"bulls eye" he claps for himself; " stell now please tell me, that you have used source to find connection with Farooqui's or abdullah's" asad waits bated breath to get some good information and like always stells did not disappoints him. "the patient name is Humaira" she stops and like a unbelievable happiness on the progress she continues; "humaira sidique" she completes making asad burry his brows under the thick line of skin on his forehead.

"what?" he shouts practically, pulling zoya's attention to peep inside their room, where he is working. She washes her hand this time , removing all dirt from her hand as she was cleaning this one hall - kitchen circuit house. She stops on door not intentionally, but in fear as she was not sure whether to get in or not. By the mean time her ear caught something which widened her eye.

"we got next clue stell. You know sweetheart you are too sexy baby. I love you for this. Umaah!" he gives fying kisses over phone making zoya's shed some tears of betrayal. She donot feel strength to hear out more and she leaves the place, back to her work.

He keeps his phone back in his pocket and gets up to leave for citi hospital; "wifey!" he calls her and in a two seconds she comes running to him but her head is low and wet trails of dust is visible below her eyes, it appeared because even while working she cried, and used her dirt coated hand to wipe her tears.

"wifey , I have to leave now. You can have your food and go to sleep. This is extra piece (showimg cell phone) for you, I have saved my number on speed dial and directory. Call me if you need anything!" he says and brushing his four fingers from her temple to the wet tears he dusted off the dust under her eye , without knowing that it were tears that he was actually wiping with his fingers.

Zoya shuts her eyes, trying to control the little sniffs that desperately wanted to come out. "here you go!" he smiles, admiring his work on her face; zoya quietly smiles in reply to him. with that he leaves , completely unseeing the woman who is standing behind him, in a hope that he will turn once for her, and when he gets disappeared showing her his back, she cries; " kaash ap samajhte asad, the only thing I need is YOU!"

"hey beautiful" asad enters the hospital and calls out a receptionist on desk.

"yes sir, how can I help you?" she asks with a blush , feeling happy to get such a handsome man's attention.

"Of course you can, sweetheart." He says showing his flirty side he asks for her hand and she too obliged him, by letting him take her hand and kiss the back of her skin. Asad smirks internally, his inner man ego gets satisfies with the effect of his charm on her.

"well dear, I am looking for someone. may be you can help me?" he says with his seductive voice, mesmerizing the poor girl.

"yes of course sir, I would love to help you." She gives double meaning and asad smirks once again.

"for now, I just want details of a patient here. I am sure for later part you would want a lot of free time to have fun " he says licking his lips and the receptionist bites her lips, fully aroused with his seduction.

"what her name?" she quickly comes to the point , clearing her throat.

Asad wriggle his brow at her and she eyes back at him. he laughs softly watching a sets of doctors coming to the desk.

"humaira siddique" he says with a wink and she again bites her tongue shyly.

The receptionist goes through the list and with a sweet smile answers; " she is in room O7, Mr..?" she stops waiting him to complete.

"James" he laughs softly and she nods in approval,5^th floor, first left to the stairs" she finishes it quickly still eyes the doctors who are now very near to the desk.

Asad nods and with a glistening eyes he lick his lips once more, " I can thank you in better way" he says while turning to walk.

"my lunch starts around 2:30" she shouts from behind desperately, asad turns and chuckle with a nod.

the receptionist continues eying asad till he gets disappear from her sight ; " good morning doctor Imraan" she wishes turning to doctor imraan.

"morning" imraan smiles contently at her. Going through some registered , around her desk. He pulls out a page and signs on it , the ward next to his signature is O 7 Humaira siddique.

Zoya tosses and turns on bed, trying to seek comfort on bed watching tv in her room. no matter how much she tries she don't feel like sleeping any how, each time she shuts her eye, she feels asad around her, her skin burns with desire for her husband and the Video songs and movies are only adding fuel to her desire. The only thing running in her mind is to get her husband back, if he is married to her and even after he had lost interest he still is keeping her with him, and with no complaints than its sure he had loved her too much in her past life. And she wanted to re flame the same passion in him for her once again. she thinks and thinks while flipping on channels,, until her hand gets stuck at one scene and slowly her lips twist with smile and cheeks burn with intensity.

"wifey. I am home" asad calls, pulling his shirt down and walking with an ease inside his room.

"I am here asad" she calls back to him from bathroom. ok" he replies releasing his belt and preparing himself to change clothes for night.

"I had food wifey. I am going to sleep" he says tiredly, throwing his jeans and shirt mercilessly on floor , he takes his night shirt out and slides it over his head; he hears the door's click and knew she is out.

"wifey! He says pulling his thin material shirt correctly; " I sai I am-" the rest of the words get left in his mouth on seeing zoya; " oh f**k!" he whisperes with his open mouth whereas Zoya innocently walks to him with a sweet smile, she do not shy even after knowing that her husband is literally drooling over her expose legs and her lifted blossom. she hiding her smile walks to her bed purposely bending more than require, letting his see her beautiful assets hidden behind white shirt , the cloth of shirt perfectly clangs on to her skin like a second natural skin letting asad have a good glimpse of her black lingerie she is wearing just for him.

Asad clenches his hand in to fist to control, while his balls have teared his skin vertically as well horizontally, his eye and pants both hurts this time, causing him all kind of uncertain discomfort.

"why are you " he stops trying to breath at this intense moment; " why are you wearing my shirt? Where are the clothes stell had brought for you" he almost cries in the end in frustration as her right feet rubs over the left calf, she pretends to have itching there, with a smile.

Asad had almost lost his vocal when she stretches her hand up to sky, moaning and yawning at the same time lazily, the cloth over her wet body rubs widly making her blossom push up a little, asad stares at her asset like a predator, while his one finger runs on his collar and he feels his throat drying with the rising temperature in his room.

Zoya enjoys his every attempt to control, and also his body denial to stop from arousing further. She could immediately spot a tent on his boxer and when her eye locks there, asad eyes too get pulled with him. he quickly picks up a pillow hiding his rise behind the pillow , he laughs nervously ,making zoya giggle more but she tries hard to not burst out laughing, which may ruin the little courageous step she has taken to be with him, to be his.

"I will just come." He says, hurriedly walking to washroom. He throws the pillow out inbetween his process to run.

She chuckles watching him , with a nod in no. she prepares bed for sleeping both together, after setting the covers and pillow right she picks up a glass of water from the night stand and looking at bathroom pours it over couch. She places the glass back on the table refilling it with jar; then she walks back to her bed and raising her shirt up till her more than half thighs are exposed, she covers herself with cover sliding herself more on the soft bed sheet.

Her eyes remains fix on the door, as asad's is taking more than require time in washroom, her lips quiver in excitement and she feels tiny winy excitement and pleasure bombs exploding inside the pitch of her stomach, her cheeks turns deeper in shade and her eyes holds nervousness , love , happiness and hope in them. She picks aup a spare pillow to her sides, wrapping up in her arms she sighs coldly in it ; "I am sorry to trick you asad, but I really love you. And I want you back, I want you to love me back.like always you had and forever."She says as single drop of tears fell from her eyes, because of so many hopes and dreams that she had weaved in past few minutes around him that there was no place for the little tears in them, and they shredded out him with a sigh.