AsYa TS: Honeymoon in Paradise *UPD* Part 3-FINAL 29-3-14

Zoya was happy beyond words because at last she could no longer be called Miss Zoya Farooqui. She was now Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan and she couldn't contain the giddiness that came with the thought. For a long time she wondered if it would ever happen for them, if destiny meant them to be together tied in the ultimate bond between a man and a woman. But today her happiness knew no bounds because she and Mr. Khan had just said Qubool Hai to each other and were now irrevocably tied to each other forever. Zoya paced around her new room awaiting her husband, her hands draped in jewels, her hands ornate in mehendi and her richly coloured bridal gown sparkling in the darkness of the room. As she thought of her Mr. Khan she breathed a laugh...it was time now to retire that and use the name that she barely took, "Asad." She breathed into the quiet room.

The bed was decorated for their first night together as husband and wife and she felt a hot blush creep into her cheeks suffusing them in redness. The door opened almost soundlessly behind her and her breath caught in her throat. Her back was to the door and she closed her eyes taking a deep breath to calm the rapid beating of her heart. Seconds ticked by until she felt the heat of him at her back. His arms came around her slowly, reverently as he wrapped her up in his embrace and ducked his face to her neck breathing in deeply. The feel of his breath on her skin made her shiver and her breathing accelerated.

"Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan." He whispered into her neck, his breath making goose bumps bloom on her skin. His voice was husky and gravelly with emotion as he held her tightly to him.

"Zoya?" He drawled slowly, turning her to face him. She looked up into his eyes and blushed hotly when she saw his eyes dart to the bed. Their bed. She looked away and down but his finger tipped her chin up so her face was aligned with his. Her eyes stayed close.

"Open your eyes Zoya." He breathed, his breath fanning over her face making her aware of how close he must be. He was still holding onto her, his arms at her waist, her palms gripping his forearms. "Look at me, Zoya."

Zoya slowly opened her eyes peering up at him through long, thick lashes. His finger left her chin and drew a line down her face making her whole body feel like it was on fire. She pulled away on a gasp turning away but he caught her forearm and pulled her back into him, her back pressed back into his front.

"Don't run from me Mrs. Khan."

A shiver ran through her at the sound of her new name on his lips.

"Asad." She breathed hoarsely and she felt his sharp intake of breath at the use of his first name. No more Mr. Khan and Ms. Farooqui. It was now Mr. and Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan.

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He led Zoya to the bed seating her in the middle of the bed before coming to sit before her. His hand brushed her veil off her head and his fingers made quick work of removing the heavy jewelry on her hands and the ring from her nose. As he leaned closer to her, he could feel the excitement thrum in the air. Their first night together as husband and wife. The first night of their forever.

He clasped her face between both hands and tipped her face up to his. She peered at him with guileless deep, dark brown eyes that were wide with curiosity and excitement. Her face was a pretty pink colour from the amount of blushing she was doing and her lips red as blood was the object of her nervous gnawing. He used his thumb to pull her lips from between her teeth and then leaned in and very softly, for the first time, pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. Her lips fell open on a gasp and the kiss deepened. Without breaking the kiss, he maneuvered her on her back and his lips made a slow trail of soft kisses to her neck. In the quiet stillness of the night all he could hear was the sound of their heavy breathing.

"Mr. Khan?" Her voice was low and breathy. He grunted in acknowledgement. "I love you."

His head lifted from her neck and he felt tears prick his eyes because he loved her much more than he thought possible to express. This once infuriatingly annoying, loud and crazy girl. His crazy girl. His complete opposite but perfect for him.

"I love you too, Mrs. Khan."

As the night went by, Asad disrobed his new bride and with all the love in his heart consummated their marriage and reveled in the happiness that after so much effort, so much pain and suffering, they had finally been able to get married and be tied to each other in what he considered to be the most binding relationship, all-consuming relationship to Mrs. Zoya Ahmed Khan, his wife.

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The next morning, Zoya opened her eyes to the most beautiful sight. Asad was sleeping peacefully on the pillow next to her, his face clear of worry or tension. He looked younger in sleep. He looked even more handsome and he was all hers. Today they would leave for their honeymoon to Paris and she was so excited. Paris, the city of love and she was going there with Mr. Khan-Asad she corrected mentally. It would take her a while to get the hang of that. He stirred on the bed next to her, his brows furrowing and she thought it was adorable. She turned to get up and go make him breakfast. Their flight was at noon and they were all packed. It was just a matter of leaving on time. As much as she wanted to stay cocooned in their little love wrapped bubble of bliss, there was a celebration in the town's streets happening today which would mean lots of traffic so they had to leave on time.

We'll have hours at end to stay buried in bed, and in each other once we're in Paris, Zoya thought and the slightest of blush adorned her cheeks at her own thoughts. She moved to creep off the bed but a hand snagged around her waist and she yelped as she yanked back into a hard body.

"Where are you going?" His voice was rough with sleep.

"Breakfast." She breathed and he kissed her shoulder. "I'll get it, stay here."

"But-" she started to protest but he wouldn't hear of it, getting up and walking to the bathroom to freshen up before leaving for the kitchen. Zoya hugged the sheet to herself, smiling in giddy excitement.

Seeing him walk out of the bathroom, Zoya smiled, a thought crossing her mind.

"So is this going to be a habit, Mr. Khan?" she asked, smirking at him, as she recalled his fulfillment of her wish list. He smirked back at her, and walked over to her side of the bed, sitting down next to her.

Feeling the bed dip next to her, Zoya shifted over towards his side, but Asad stopped her, his arm snaking itself around her waist, pulling her flush to his chest. Her almost bare body was now against his hard rock chest, the sheet the only barrier between them. "Do you want it to be?" He whispered huskily, his breathing fanning her neck. Zoya shivered, her eyes closed. And just as quickly as he has pulled her close, she felt his warmth leave her.

Opening her eyes, she searched for him, her eyes growing wide as she noticed him backing out the bedroom door, winking at her. Zoya blushed profusely, and bit her lip. She could certainly get used to it, she thought to herself.

Asad had been dealing with all the work arrangements this morning. As soon as he got off the phone someone else called him. They were only going to be gone a week but it seemed as if his staff was lost without him. And now they were late to catch their flight. They practically ran out the door after making hasty goodbyes with Ammi. It was going to take a while to get used to that too. Dilshad was now her mother, no longer Phuphi. She smiled as they quickly got strapped into the car and dashed off to the airport.

The airport was crowded and as they checked in, Mr. Impatient Ahmed Khan came busting forth. His brows furrowed in impatience and his foot excessively tapped on the tile floor of the airport as the check in and security checks and everything seemed to take forever. Zoya sighed. There was really nothing for them to do than go through the motions, they couldn't exactly do anything to speed up the process. However once they got clearance, Asad took her hand and pulled her along between the crush of bodies to their gate. "Wait!" she called to him. "My ticket fell!" He stopped frustration all over his face. "Hurry!" She picked up the ticket and huffed at his tone and they started pushing through the throng of bodies.

The gate was just boarding the last passengers and the woman who collected the tickets got railroaded by some children and all the papers in her hand falling all over the floor...in her preoccupation, she waved Asad and Zoya by and they left their tickets in the counter behind her rushing through the gate.

Asad finally felt the tension leave him as he sank into the plush first class seat, Zoya sinking down next to him, her headphones snapping into her ears immediately and her head bobbing to music. She turned and smiled at him and he smiled back. He indicated her to buckle up and did the same, and then he put in his noise cancelling headphones so he could catch some sleep.

"Okay passengers buckle up as we prepare for takeoff to the Bahamas. We do hope you enjoy your flight." The air hostess said through the speakers but Asad and Zoya remained oblivious.

After hours they had landed from the flight, Zoya felt relief in the highest order to finally be able to stretch her legs. Asad looked well rested as he should be, having sleeping through the entire flight though she couldn't complain since she'd done the same. She looked out the window of the airport. This didn't look like Paris. She frowned.

Oh no! Could they have boarded the wrong flight? Zoya rushed up to where Mr. Khan was getting their luggage. "Mr. Khan...I mean Asad...I don't think we're in Paris." She said. He looked at her sternly, "Of course we're in Paris, where else would we be?"

She looked over his shoulder to see a huge sign hanging in the airport and bit down on her lip and blurted, "The Bahamas!"

"Zoya don't be ridiculous, why would we be in the-" Before he finished his sentence she turned him around and tipped his chin up and pointed to the sign. "Bahamas." He finished his sentence.

He tried to get them on another flight but there weren't any flights to Paris for another couple of days and though sullen at not getting to be in her dream destination, Zoya was also excited about the prospects of exploring the island. "It's okay, Mr. Khan." She said pulling on Asad's arm and dragging him towards the entrance. "This is great too."

He sighed and nodded, "Okay. Let's get to a hotel." They hailed a taxi that took them to the best hotel on the island. They were welcomed at the door and Zoya saw the sign about a couples retreat. She got excited immediately tugging on Asad's arm. She pointed to the sign.

He shook his head, "Couples retreat? No. No way."

She tried the puppy face on him, "Please, Mr. Khan." He shook his head, adamant. "Please, Asad." His eyes darkened and her breath caught at the look. He was so going to give in.

Hello, Honeymoon in Paradise, Zoya mused happily.