CHAPTER EIGHTEEN :
'Why can't I ?' He asked while walking towards the bed and took his towel which he threw before when he saw her using his laptop.
'Because I thought you never wanted to marry me. You were never happy with this decision of yours ---- It was kinda insult for you so why you are keeping my pictures and why are you having our nikaah pictures ?' She asked and paused for a moment while he stopped in his way and turned back towards her. He sighed sadly when he saw tears again in her eyes which she was controlling with a smile plastered on her adorable face.
He kept the towel back on the bed and walked towards her as he knew it was high time he should clear all her doubts about him and their Nikaah.
'I never wanted to marry ten years back but it doesn't mean that I never wanted to marry you specifically --- I mean --- actually ---' He paused for a moment to gather some words to describe what he wanted to say and looked at her again. 'I mean what I want to say is that --- I wasn't ready for this marriage but its not because of you --- actually ---' He stammered again while she huffed as anger took over her sadness as soon as she saw him stammerring again.
'I will wait for you outside.' She said sternly while he wasn't expecting her to leave when he was trying to finally say something. She was about to walk out when Asad grabbed her from her arm and pulled her closer again. She looked into his eyes which were an inch away from her eyes but could only see anger burning in them.
'Don't you dare ever walk out when I am talking to you. This is your last time.' He warned with anger visible in his tone while she gulped at his tone and tried to step back when he encircled his arm around her waist to make sure she won't run away again like many times before when he tried to explain anything to her.
Their was silence for a moment where Zoya was finding hard to control her frequently running heartbeat and on the other hand Asad was trying to calm down as he can see how scared she looked suddenly due to his outburst.
'Why don't you believe me Zoya ?' He asked calmly this time while she could see his eyes showing love towards her now.
'I do that's why I am here today.' She replied in low voice while he smiled as she was trying to be confident infront of him and she felt better after seeing him smiling.
'No you only believe on whatever I said ten years back. You don't believe on what I am saying now --- what I want to say now.' He said with annoyance visible in his tone while she looked down at her hands which were placed at his broad chest now right beside his heart.
'What do you want to say Asad ? Its never clear.' She asked confusedly while he raised her face from her chin and tucked her hair behind her ear with same hand while she looked into his eyes again.
'I want to say what you can see in my eyes but the problem is that you are denying to listen it just because of your stupid games.' He said sternly with his jaws tightened. If it was now then he was ready to say anything she wanted to listen from him.
'We are --- getting late.' She s**ttered at his sudden change of emotions and felt like melting in his touch while he was surprised to see this side of her.
'Can I give you something ?' He asked to lighten the mood while she was not sure what he was talking about specially in this posture.
'Wwhatt ?' She asked confusedly with her eyes wide open and looked up to find him smiling.
'Its something special.' He said while she gulped as she took it other way but was satisfied when the next moment he loosened his grip on her and walked towards his wardrobe. He thought to talk further after giving her the next gift.
'Its a bit old but I got it for you when ---' He started looking for it in his wardrobe when a knock at the door interrupted them.
'Bhaijaan can we come inside ? Its been an hour you both are alone there. I guess I should tell ami to not waste money and time on preparations ?' They heard Ayaan's mischievous voice and Asad turned back towards Zoya who was looking down and trying to control her blush which occured again because of Ayaan's stupid comments.
'Ayaan you can come in anytime without knocking.' said Asad sternly and the very next second Ayaan and Humaira entered their room. 'We were just discussing a patient's case.' Asad tried to explain him sheepishly.
'I hope the patient is fine now.' Ayaan asked dramatically with a smirk on his face while Asad glared at him to stop.
'Yes the patient is fine but I guess I need a new patient now.' Zoya replied him angrily while looking at him and Ayaan stayed quiet understanding her point.
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They finally went for shopping where Zoya bought everything she wanted and a red bridal dress aswell as per Asad's choice who was totally frustrated after 3 hours of shopping.
'Abu is coming next week.' Zoya told all three of them excitedly when they finally came inside a restaurant for dinner as Zoya forced him to take them for dinner aswell.
'Wow ! When did he call you ?' Humaira asked her while Asad was busy checking the menu card.
'In the morning.' Zoya told her and they both started doing their usual conversation while Asad and Ayaan placed the order.
'Are you having any indian dress ?' Asad asked Zoya while checking his phone and she looked at him confusedly.
'Why ?' Zoya asked.
'I guess he is taking you for a date.' Ayaan poked in the middle of them while Asad was not understanding why Ayaan's interruption was always needed between them.
'Really ? Where to ?' Zoya asked Asad and pretended to be shy while Asad rubbed his forehead.
'Its Saad's 6th wedding Anniversary this weekend and he has invited us.' Asad told her mentioning the name of one of his close friends.
'What ? 6th one ? And here we have not celebrated even once.' Zoya sighed sadly.
'Are you having any dress or not ?' Asad asked Zoya again to change the topic while Zoya was lost in her thoughts again.
'Mona Darling he is even having a five year old boy.' Ayaan increased her knowledge while this time Zoya was more shocked.
'What ? No way ! We can't be so late Asad.' She blurted out her feelings while Asad looked at her in disbelief while keeping himself busy on the phone and thought to give a good lecture to Ayaan later on who was controlling his laughter to irritate him more.
'Ya so late. Even you married before them and planned about your kids too back then but still he won from you.' Ayaan said with sympathy in his voice.
'This is all game of destiny Ayaan.' Zoya replied dramatically.
'Now don't do this drama. You both even don't remember your Nikaah date.' Humaira said and shrugged just to check if they remember or not while Asad and Zoya were not expecting her to say that.
'Its 20th of October.' Asad and Zoya both said together and the next moment both looked at eachother in shock. They both were not expecting this from other one.
'So you guys remember it ?' Humaira asked mischievously from both of them who were lost in eachother's eyes while Ayaan was also grinning like a fool.
'Nice move.' Ayaan appreciated Humaira in low voice who whispered back Thank You to him.
'Hmm -- Actually --- Granny died a week after our Nikaah so that's why I remember the dates.' Asad explained as soon as he came out of his thoughts while Humaira looked at Zoya for explanation.
'I remember because --- because of the flight dates. Like we came on 10th so it was obviously after 10 days of it.' Zoya also lied while Asad kept himself busy on the phone again but was very happy to know that she remembered the date. These little things were giving him hopes that she was also happy with him.
'I asked you about the dress ?' Asad asked to change the topic before Ayaan can pass any stupid comment.
'Allah Miyaan ! What's wrong with you Asad ?' She exclaimed annoyingly while he gave a confusing look. 'Why are you asking that question again and again ? I know I came from New York but I do have all kind of dresses.' She said annoyingly while he took a sigh of relief as he was in no mood to go for shopping again.
'Tell me what do you want me to wear ? A long skirt ? or a mini skirt ? or how about shorts ?' She asked him mischievously while water spilled out of Ayaan's mouth as soon as Zoya's choice of clothes went shorter and shorter while Asad glared at her to stop but Zoya was in no mood to leave this chance of irritating him. 'Or how about --- ' She was interrupted by Asad before she can take any other name.
'I asked about indian dress. Dress code is Indian only.' He lied as he was in no mood to take her to a party in any of those dresses as he remembered how breathtaking she looked in mini skirt a month back in New York. He was never going to allow her to wear that infront of anyone else.
'I have seen girls wearing these kind of dresses here then why not me ?' Zoya asked him with a pout on her face.
'Because I don't want you to wear anything like that.' He said sternly while she huffed in annoyance and thought to change his thoughts about dressing after their second wedding.
'Fine ! I will wear something Indian.' She said sadly while he smiled at her and remembered the gift he was going to give her few hours back but couldn't give it because of Ayaan.
I hope she will like it. He thought as he decided to give it to her whenever they get time.
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The day started with the same busy routine for him. He was done with some patients when he came back to his room. He asked receptionist about Zoya but got to know that she is busy with Dr Sameer. He wasn't happy to know that but understood that she has to meet him because work comes first before anything else.
He went towards the door to go and meet Sameer by the way when he noticed some ink stains on his shirt.
'Where did this come from ?' He thought annoyingly as he couldn't remember when he got this. He walked back towards the cabinet in his room near the stretceher which was placed in a corner and took out a shirt for himself as he always kept some extra shirts because sometimes he stayed in the hospital.
He unbottoned his shirt and kept it on the couch after folding it. He turned back when he felt someone's presence near the door and saw Zoya entering inside excitedly.
'Actually --- I got some stains on my shirt ---' He started telling her annoyingly when she ran towards him without listening or looking at him and hugged him tightly. He took two steps back and opened his eyes widely while looking at Zoya who was in his arms. He tried to figure out the reason behind this sudden gesture while wrapping his arms around her waist.
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A/N : Ooopss ! I am hiding behind the couch to save myself 😲 Please don't hate me as I had to stop because it was getting too long 🤔 Do hit the like button and give feedback aswell ! It really motivates me to update sooon 😆 And this cliffy update goes to one of my best buddies Ankita (BeYourself) 😳
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