AsYa(KaBhi)FF Chance One In A Million Thread #2 - Page 79

Originally posted by: Chahanya

<font size="2">Chapter 11 Teaser 2:</font>

<font size="2">Zoya laughed bitterly, "Ha ha ha, Wo clause
number 11 hoga! Hai na?" "Lagta nahi ki aapne wo clause theek se padha hoga.
Zara padh lijiye." ...</font>

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Zoya could not read any further. She threw the
file which flew by Asad's head just a couple of centimeters away.
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Confusing teaser
What happened
Update soon plz

Chapter 11

Asad and Zoya the previous night had taken their relationship to another level. They made passionate yet tender love. Asad and Zoya took care of the other's needs and drove each other over the edge. She had slept in the safe haven of his arms and dreamt of a beautiful future with him. The morning after was divine for Zoya. Zoya opened her eyes and a sweet smile played on her lips as she remembered the encounters of the previous night. Her soft self was pressed aginst Asad's hard side. She looked up and saw the sweetest smile she had ever seen. She felt like she was in the 7^th heaven. She was on cloud 9. She felt like she lying on a soft cotton flying mattress. Before being with Asad, Zoya had many a times had sexual encounters with Tariq, but her encounter with Asad was so different from those with Tariq. It had a different effect on her mind, body and soul. With Tariq she did many things she was not ready for, she had never experienced the joy of having reached her climax, the other things which she liked or enjoyed were like a shallow puddle of water. It had the rush and fun like waterfall falling from a height but she very soon reached to her low point. Where as with Asad? There was an amazing depth in their love making. It had the calm and peace of a sea and the depth of an ocean. The most important thing was that he drove her over the edge. Not only the love making was awesome but also that she got her first ****** was an awesome experience for Zoya which she experienced twice in one night.

She tried to get off the bed but Asad was holding her. She gently caressed his face and pecked on his cheeks. Asad stirred in his sleep and turned the other side freeing Zoya. She got of the bed and looked at her beautiful self in the mirror. Her beauty had increased after Asad made love to her. She went to the window and for the first time took time to look at nature's beauty and appreciate it. The scenery inside and out the farm house bed room was breath taking. She smiled as she admired the beauty in her life. Inside she saw Asad sleep peacefully spent and satisfied and outside white, fluffy clouds glided across the pale blue sky; the fading, subdued moon sits redundantly behind them. The sun has awakened and was promptly emerging through the hazy sky. The cloudy layer creates a pleasant blanket from the sun. Birds simultaneously tweeted out to each other in a chorus, singing a soothing, melodic tune. The wise, ancient oak tree proudly watched over casting shadows over the fragile flowers that would wilt if exposed to the sweltering sun. Zoya related Asad to the oak tree and she was the fragile flower who would have been burnt by the scorching sun like Tariq if Asad hadn't cast his shade on her.

Asad had become everything to her. Zoya had been married to Asad for more than a month now but had just the previous night begun a married life with him. She had last night become sure of after 1 month and 5 days of being married to Asad that she had got her husband completely in very form. He was her lover, her guardian, her savior, her friend... he was her everything, he was now and forever her life. She was now looking forward to a bright future with him. The thought of a future had just come to her when she felt a deep pull, turmoil inside her stomach. Zoya placed her hand on her stomach as she felt uneasy... Tariq was the evil man who tried to ruin her life... his seed was planted inside of her and now it was growing and had begun to take a definite shape...Zoya took a decision in that moment... She was looking outside the window thinking about how one right decision to marry Asad made her life easy and happy. This decision too she had taken in a second and it was right according to her. Two warm loving hands encircled her waist and were locked on her stomach... His soft cheeks caressing her soft cheeks... A sweet peck on her shoulder made her feel loved more that she ever had before she met Asad as her husband. She turned to look at the happy and content face of Asad. He went behind her and gently massaged her stomach with one hand and her shoulder with the other. "Good morning Zoya." "Good morning Asad. Dekhiye na ye subah ki kitni khoobsoorat hai." "Hmm bahut khoobsoorat hai..."

Zoya blushed as Asad praised her but she did not like him massaging her stomach. She turned to face him and looped her hands behind his neck. Asad was looking at her with immense love in his eyes. He smiled and blushed as he looked at Zoya's now naked form and the mess of the bed they made last night. He showed every intention to take her back to bed and make love to her. She could not believe that in front of her stood her Mr. Khan, the Mr. Serious Khan was now Mr. Romantic Khan. "Kya baat hai aaj office jaane ka mood nahi hai?" "Mood toh hai par office jaane ka nahi." "Toh mat jaaiye na." "Jana toh padega. Bangaluru mein jo plant install karna hai uske liye meeting hai." "Par aap office kaise jaayenge? Mera matlab hai kapde?" "Main office mein spare kapde rakhta hoon. Ek kaam karta hoon main ghar se ek car mangwa leta hoon aap BMW se ghar chale jaana aur main doosri car se office chala jaata hoon." "Jee wo ek baat karni thi." "Zoya abhi nahi meeting bahut important meeting hai main late nahi ho sakta. Main aapko dopahar mein phone karta hoon..."

Asad and Zoya have a few special moments hugging and kissing each other. Zoya too needed time to think about how she would tell Asad about her decision and she did not want Asad to worry before and important meeting so she let the topic be for now...

**

Zoya called Asad. He was busy on the other line. A few minutes later he called Zoya. "Jee?" "Wo kisi acchi gynecologist ko dikhana hai." "Jee, acchi nahi sabse best..." There was a happy ring to Asad's voice. Zoya giggled. "OK acchi nahi best gynecologist ki appointment lekar rakhiye. Aur suniye aapko bhi mere saath chalna hai." "Jee. Ye bhi koi kehne ki baat hai?" After sometime, Zoya received a message from Asad's assistant that an appointment with the best gynecologist in Bhopal, Dr. Duru Bharucha had been taken. The appointment was at 4:30 pm that afternoon and that the car would come to pick her up. Zoya replied, Sir se khaiyega ki khali car nahi bhejni hai unhe bhi doctor ke paas mere saath aana hai.'

**

Exactly as the clock struck 4:00 pm Zoya heard Asad's car drive in the compound of their home. She was in the balcony and saw Asad get out of the car. He was wearing the white linen shirt she had bought for him with a black casual suit. He once again as per his habit and style he adjusted his collar but this time it was not in the style of yesterdays employee did it but it had the style of todays owner of the Siddique empire. Zoya was dressed in a black and white designer printed satin saree with a sleeveless blouse. She was looking very pretty in her simple look. Asad looked at her and lost himself of her beauty because her skin was glowing. He had not noticed it before but she had the glow of would be mother. His smile widened on every step she took towards him. Zoya blushed as she saw the way Asad smiled on seeing her. She did know that, he was not smiling at her as a woman and his wife but as the mother of his baby. She came near the car. Asad made her sit comfortably on the back seat and he sat in the front in the passenger's seat. Just as the car started and moved towards the clinic. A light ghazal was playing in the car! Zoya wondered! Asad ko kabse ghazals mein interest jagne laga? Ya phir ye Asad ki personality ka koi chhupa hua pehloo hai jo aaj saamne aa raha hai?' Zoya did not ask. She could hear the ghazal Tamaam umra kahaan koi saath deta hai... kuch toh kat jaaye safar, thodi der sath chalo...' by Pankaj Udaas. Zoya thought, Ab thodi der saath chalne ki baat kahaan rahi? Ab toh tamaam umra saath rehne ka faisla kar liya hai.' They finally reached Dr. Duru Bharucha's exclusive and posh company looking clinic.

**

Asad was sitting alone in the doctor's airconditioned cabin. Zoya was inside with the doctor in the exam room getting her checkup done. Asad too wanted to be there to see their baby but since the ultrasound was not going to be done and the doctor was going to do and internal check up he waited in the cabin. Asad looked all around and saw posters of babies. A wide smile came to his lips and his eyes gleamed with tears of joy just by looking at the pictures of the cute babies. He lost himself in admiring the cuteness and innocence of the babies. Dr. Duru Bharucha came and Asad came back to the present. Dr. Bharucha settled in her revolving chair. Asad looked towards the door of the exam room. "Zoya is absolutely fine!" Asad was relieved. After some time Zoya came adjusting her sari. She sat very close to Asad. The middle aged Parsi gynecologist Dr. Duru Bharucha's face was radiating as she gave a joyous smile. "Congratulations Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan, Zoya is expecting!" "Oh, I see..." Asad too reacted like he was hearing the news for the very first time. "Now see, I am prescribing some medicines. Also will be making a diet chart of what and what not should Zoya eat? I will explain everything. But one thing you shall be very happy to know, Zoya will deliver a very healthy child."

"I will not." Zoya just blurted out. Dr. Bharucha was puzzled. "Dikri, what did you say?" "Wohi, wohi jo aapne suna." Zoya was very clear with her words. "Dekhiye doctor humein ye baccha nahi chahiye." "But Zoya, child ..." "Arre abhi humaari shaadi ko waqt hi kitna hua hai?" Zoya stressed on each word while saying them, "You see only... 1 month... 6 days... before... aap samjhi?" Dr. Duru Bharucha understood at once. It was her daily job to calculate dates on her laptop. She did so in Zoya's case too and sedateness spread on her face. "Look Zoya beta, abortion for married couples is legal but in many cases but..." There was a hesitance in her voice. "The legal problems that arise afterwards..." "Legal problems aap hum par chod dijiye." Zoya replied. "Aap sirf expense ki figure bataiye." Dr. Duru Bharucha was a practical woman. She had the experience of handling many high profile clients and high society's complicated cases. On a chit she wrote a five figured number and passed it to Zoya. Zoya did not even look at it and gave it to Asad. Asad took one look at the numbers and asked putting the chit in his pocket, "Ok, kab?" "Come on Sunday morning. Mere clinic mein Sunday ko holiday hoti hai so staff minimum hota hai." "Good." Zoya got up. On the journey back home too a light ghazal was playing in the car but Asad was continuously looking outside the car window...

**

On returning home Zoya went straight to her room and turned on the music system. Hard and loud music played on it. "Finally, finally! Aakhirkaar itni saari takleefon aur pareshaaniyon ke baad main finally in sabhi jafaaon se bahar nikal jaaoongi! Wo bhi sirf Asad ki wajah se. Mujhe har problem se baahar nikaalne ka credit sirf Asad ko jaata hai. Tariq ne mujhe 75 lakhs ke liye blackmail kiya, 75 logon ko humaare private moments ki mms clip bhejne ki dhamki di. Toh Asad ne use kidnap karwa diya. Uska laptop, smart phone, hard disk, DVD sab kuch jalakar raakh karwa diya. Uske baad Tariq mere baare mein facebook par po*nographic novel likhne laga. Tab Asad ne use humesha humesha ke liye Hong Kong ki jail mein fit karwa diya. Aur ab? Meri kokh mein palne wale uss zehreele saanp jaise Tariq ki jo aakhri nishaani bachi hai uska bhi namonishaan mit jaayega. Asad ne ye saara kaam chukti bajakar karwa diya. Par abbu zinda hote toh kya ye sab kuch itni asaani se khatam hua hota? Asad ne mujhe zara bhi emotional burden' na dete hue ek baahosh manager ki tarah sab kuch kar diya. Aur phir bhi Asad sirf ek employee ki tarah nahi behave kar rahe the."

Zoya's change of heart for Asad happened just because of two incidents. One, when he removed Tariq who was verbally abusing Zoya, from the gates Siddique Mansion just by twisting his ear and arm and second that evening at the farm house... Zoya had completely fallen for Asad when they had made love on that rainy night. That night she lost herself in him and gained him in return. Loss and gain' Zoya too has begun to think like Asad. Zoya knew that Asad is approximately 8 years older than her, he had been, married before, but what difference does it make?... Bas, on Sunday morning the last dark shadow of that poisonous snake like evil man Tariq, Zoya would be ridded off. And then... Zoya was lost in dreams of her beautiful, happy and peaceful future with Asad. In that future there may not be the rush of waterfall but it will have the calm, peace and depth of an ocean.

**

That night Zoya was sitting in front of the TV waiting for Asad. She did not wish for anything more to happen than she to just rest her head on his shoulder and go to sleep, but Asad was busy working in the office room even when it was 2:30 am - 3:00 am. Zoya got tired of waiting so she went to her room and went to sleep. Having slept late she woke up late in the morning. When she woke up she came to know that Asad had gone to Bangaluru for 3 days. He had gone to inspect the installation of the new factory plant there... Zoya was time and again trying to call Asad and speak with him. But she thought Did Asad know how to speak to a woman especially his wife?' Every time she called Zoya got answers like jee', haan', na', jee Mrs. Khan', OK Mrs. Khan'. Zoya did not realize the changes in Asad's behavior towards her.

As per his schedule Asad returned on Saturday. As soon as Zoya heard his car enter the driveway of Siddique Mansion, she almost ran out of her room and down the stairs to welcome him home. She was shocked on seeing Asad. Ye kya hai?' Asad had completely changed! Inki gehri aanken jaise kisi gufa mein bahut andar ghus gayi ho, aankhen aisi laal ho rakhi hai ki na jaane kitne dino se ye soye nahi hain, inka chehra toh humesha se shaant tha par iss shaant chehre par aaj ek kali daraavni chhaya hai... Itne dino mein itne badal gaye Asad? Hua kya hai inhe?' When he came to the door he did not as per his habit adjust his collar. "Asad?" There was worry in Zoya's voice. "Ye... ye kya ho gaya hai aapko?" "Kuch nahi. Wo bas sleepless nights..." "Kaisi sleepless nights?" Zoya got angry. "Factory ka plant install karna engineers ka kaam hai. Aapko raaton ko jagne ki kya zaroorat thi?" "Jee." Asad lowered his head and answered as if he was accepting a mistake he made in the account books. "Kya jee?" Zoya was very angry with Asad.

"Kal Dr. Duru Bahrucha ki appointment hai. Aapko pata hai na?" "Jee. Car, driver, personal nurse, sabki arrangements ho chuki hain." "Arrangements... arrangements... araangements..." Zoya was furious. "Aap mere manager hain ya mere shauhar? Aur ek biwi hone ke naate meri bhi kuch feelings hain ki nahi?" "Jee." Asad again lowered his head and answered in one word. Zoya keenly looked at Asad. Chaar din mein ye insaan itna kyun toot gaye hain? Aisa toh kya ho gaya?' "Suniye, zara upar aaiye." Zoya swiftly climbed up the stairs. Asad slowly climbed up the stairs and went to her room. "Baithiye." Zoya closed the door of the room. Asad sat on her bed. Zoya slowly went towards him and stood in front of him placing her hand on his shoulder. "Kya baat hai? Sab kahiyega." "Kuch nahi." "Kuch toh hai." There was strictness in Zoya's voice as she continued. "Dekhiye main aapki biwi hoon, legally aur har tareeke se. Humne nikaah padhakar aur legal contract bhi sign kar ke miya biwi bane hain. Bane hain ki nahi?" "Issiliye toh..." Asad hesitated. "Issilye toh... kya?" Zoya did not understand. She tightened her grip on his shoulders and shook him. "Issilye toh... kya?"

Asad slowly lifted his eyes and looked at her. He got off the bed. He went to Zoya's study table and from the top drawer he removed the file of their marriage contract. He opened to a specific page and placed his finger at a specific place. Zoya laughed bitterly, "Ha ha ha, Wo clause number 11 hoga! Hai na?" "Lagta nahi ki aapne wo clasue theek se padha hoga. Zara padh lijiye." Asad gave the file to Zoya and sat on the bed. Zoya began reading the clause number 11. In it was written, According to this clause Zoya Farookhi even after the nikaah is free to live her personal life the way she wants. She is absolutely free to make friendly, romantic or sexual relationships with anyone she pleases. These matters will be considered as her personal' affairs and her leagal husband Asad Ahmed Khan will have no rights to interfere in them. Not only that, Zoya Farookhi is free to take any decision regarding her child. She can conceive it, abort it or make any decisions regarding its paternity and upbringing. In those matters too..." Zoya could not read any further. She threw the file which flew by Asad's head just a couple of centimeters away.

"Toh iss se aap kehna kya chahte hain? Main jo ye abortion karwane jaa rahi hoon. Uske saath aapka koi lena dena nahi hai?" Asad sat on her bed with his head hung low. Zoya shook him once more, "Mujhe jawaab chahiye Asad! Uss zehreele saanp Tariq ki aakhri nishaani ko main apne badan se alag kar dena chahti hoon! Aur aisa karke main aapki sirf aapki hokar rehna chahti hoon. Usmein aap itna zyaada parehsan kyun ho rahe hain?" "Kyun ki..." Finally Asad spoke up, "Agar aap ta umra mujhse wafadaar rehne ka iraada ka chuki hain toh..." "Toh kya?" "Toh aap kabhi bhi ma nahi ban paayengi." Asad got up. "Kyun ki medical reports ke mutabik main kabhi baap nahi ban sakta. Aur..." Zoya was shocked as if she had been electrocuted by lightening which fell on her head. Toh kya Asad mard' nahi hain?' But, Asad's sentence was still incomplete. He had more to say. He continued from aur...' where he had left his sentence incomplete. Zoya saw a tear drop from Asad's intense, reddened due to sleepless night's eyes onto his stubbled cheek. Zoya once again gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "... aur kya, Asad?"

Asad began to cry bitterly. "Zoya, main... main abbu banna chahta hoon... mujhe ye baby chahiye... main doosri baar use kho nahi sakta..." He walked away wiping his tears quickly opening the door and went out of her room. Zoya was stunned. "Inka doosri baar' kehne se kya matlab tha?"

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It was awesome update!! Asads past on board!! But zoya should have asked about his opinion too! Loving the off! Continue soon! By the way when should I check for next post??😛

Originally posted by: Chahanya

😡Mela majaak mat uda

haha rofl
me kab udaa raha hu majak chahat 😆

K...so I was almost near...Zoe thought about abortion...

chahat😲

That was not fair from Zoya since its a beginning of a life together, Zoya should have asked Asad first about his opinion !
By the way that was awesome !! 😳

I struggled to read this and I understood about 70% of the dialogues... was it just this chapter or does every chapter have dialogues in hindi rather than english? If so, great story but I can't read it. If not, then I am going back to read 10 chapters...