Thread #2 Asya FF: ||Married To Darkness || Link to next thread PG-1 - Page 51

Originally posted by: McdreamyKSG

OMG Sorry guys.😭.

I dont know why this always happens to me...I had to unexpectedly leave for Jaipur for a week and hence I could not update :( I know I always have excuses...but I am genuinely saying this..I had no idea that I will be going anywhere when I promised an update on Monday...but anyways...I will give an update tomorrow or day after...The update is gonna be in two parts probably...hence maybe day after only...but day after pakka se😆

Love!

Originally posted by: ...adin...

when is your TOMORROW?? 😭

Originally posted by: McdreamyKSG

Today😆

"Because I love Birthdays. I love everything about birthdays! Birthdays. Birthdays. Birthdays. I just want to discuss birthdays! But I hate that Tanya for whatever reasons, Okay?"

Hello everyone!😃 And I know you guys wanna kill me coz I promised an update yesterday but didn't...I don't know what to say...Sorry! Basically I was not sure of the last part of the update so I kinda wrote it again!😕 And I am sure its gonna shock you guys too!😆

Also Thanks to each and everyone one of you! All my readers, new readers everyone! Thanks for all the love!<3

Married to Darkness

CH-13

Since the last three days, all Zoya had been doing, is thinking. Thinking about everything and anything that she had faced in the last three months as Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. She thought of her hopes, her faith and now regrets that have made their way into her otherwise simple life.

Najma's suicide letter had raised a very important question in her mind, is Asad the wrong person?

However, she couldn't come up with a single reason why he was but could definitely think of why he wasn't. It was weird; she kept justifying him to herself.

Also as expected, Asad had gone into his shell and there hasn't been much interaction between him and Zoya either. Zoya had also given up spying on him for a while and had preferred to find peace in her own confined space, rather than firing him with her unending questions.

In totality, the last three days have been...dull. With the disappearance of their casual bickering, Zoya's embarrassing' encounters and Asad's strange ways, everything seemed gloomy and dismal. And the both of them felt this change.

Asad was surprised that Zoya hadn't made any attempts to interact with him after that night and Zoya on the other hand, was hating the silence that had set in but at the same time was drowning in her sea of thoughts.

Sitting on her office chair, Zoya was going over her predictable chain of thoughts.

Interrupting her notion, Humeira approached her desk, "Hi Zoya, you seem so lost, is anything wrong?"

EVERYTHING is wrong.

"A..a...No, No Humeira everything is fine, I was just thinking of the new column", she lied.

"Oh all right. I just came to inform you that you could leave early today. I had informed Divya that you requested for it, and she was absolutely okay with it."

"Thanks a lot Humeira, I need to go somewhere early today so..."

"I completely understand. Don't worry at all, I will take care of your work"

"That is so sweet of you, thanks again."

As Humeira left, Zoya packed her things in a jiffy...she was going to visit Farida Bi.

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Zoya had thought a lot about it, before she decided to visit Farida. She knew that her inner battle with what is right and what is wrong, would take her away from the truth. She needed an assurance of what to believe.

"As-salamu alaykum" Zoya greeted Farida Bi as she entered her room in the orphanage.

"Wa alaikum assalam Zoya bete. Did you find anything? You must have, that's why you have come here, haven't you?" she asked hopefully.

"No...actually I mean yes I have, but it has managed to confuse me even more."

"Well at least you found something. What is it?"

"Najma's suicide note." Zoya said as chills ran through her body, yet again.

Farida took a minute to reply, "I can understand what it must have made you feelbacche" she engulfed Zoya in a warm hug, "But does it say anything that might help you?"

"It clearly says that Asad is the sole reason why Najma gave her life." Zoya replied in a monotone, almost scared to reveal the same to her own self.

"I knew this would happen. I had told you, that for some reason even Dilshad blamed Asad"

"But Bi, what am I suppose to understand from this? A dying sister clearly leaves the blame on his brother in her final note...who else can be the culprit but him?" she said, venting out her pent up frustrations.

"You cannot conclude that Zoya. You just cannot " Farida was firm, "You cannot let such things deceive you so easily"

"But how can you be so sure Farida Bi?"

"How can I be sure, you ask? Well maybe because I have seen them. Najma and Asad. Asad was a father figure to her and loved her more than anything in this world. I have seen them grow up and have also seen the constant and undying trust in their bond. I have also seen Asad after she died, I have seen him breakdown, and I have seen him fall apart without any support...I have seen his doom. And yes, after all this I refuse to believe that the same Asad can do what he is accused of doing!"

Zoya pondered over her words for a while and remembered all those times she had found Asad helpless and lost in his miseries. The times when she had felt that the darkness would deluge him in a lifelong despair.

She wanted to believe in Farida Bi because her heart felt the same way but did she have the courage to?

"I also feel the same but what if he isn't the right person? And what if we end up with our faith shattered?"

"You have to take your chances Zoya. Believe me; just forget that you even found the letter in the first place. Just forget it. Keep doing what you were doing and Allah will show you the right path. But if you chose to give up right now, you will never find the truth and it will always haunt you that you didn't even give him a chance."

This was exactly what she wanted to hear. She wanted someone to give her the power and will to forget. A smile resurfaced on Zoya's face as she held Farida's hand close to her heart, "Thank you Farida Bi, Thank you. You showed me the ray of hope I wanted to see for me to start believing again. And you are right, I will have to believe that he is right in order to be honest in my search for the truth."

"I wanted to see this spirit in you bete. You have to be on his side, maybe temporarily and maybe not, but that is not for you decide."

Thanking Farida one last time, Zoya left the premises with a warm feeling of being happy for the first time in days.

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Traffic being a constant trouble during the rainy days in Bhopal; Zoya reached home quiet late in the evening.

She rang the doorbell upon realizing that Asad had already reached back home.

"I had been expecting you a little earlier but-" Asad said as he opened the door.

"You were expecting me?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes I was. And wasn't it you who devised that one should return back home at their usual timing"

"That was only for you", Zoya said, letting out a silent laugh. It couldn't be explained how she was feeling, actually talking' to him again.

"No it wasn't. It most certainly applies for the both of us."

"Accha Okay! Fine, I was stuck in traffic so I was late. Anyways, why were you expecting' me?"

Asad felt the familiar ease between them, that had been lost for a while but he was glad that they were back to being what they were. He was also grateful that Zoya had given him time and not asked him questions that he wouldn't want to answer. He had grown to respect that about her.

"I was expecting you because I was hoping to talk to you about something. I mean..about that night..."

"Do you want to talk about it" Zoya asked completely not expecting this from Asad.

"Yes. Actually I want to first thank you that you gave me my space and respected my privacy even though I know, it must have been shocking for you to see myself fighting like that..."

"I am glad that you are confronting me about this issue Mr. Khan. And yes it was very strange, I was extremely scared but its okay, I won't ask you to tell me what exactly happened, if you don't want to"

"Thanks Zoya. Well I am sorry that my behavior frightened you, I can totally understand but I won't be able to tell you what went on exactly. It's great that you are fine with this. And anyways it doesn't concern you" Asad said politely. He wanted to bury that one incident behind and didn't want the tension to prevail for a long time.

"There is one thing that concerns me though, is that you don't take care of yourself in such situations. Did you take the medicines I left on your bedside everyday?" she asked like a mother suspecting her 3-year-old child.

Shit! Asad had totally forgotten about them.

"err..ermm...yes I did" he lied.

"You are lying!"

"No I am not." it felt strange how Zoya could easily figure out his lie.

"Yes you are Mr. Khan. But thankfully your wounds have healed. You could have easily gotten fever since you didn't bother to take the meds"

"But I didn't, so it doesn't matter now"

"Aaap kabhi nahi sudhrenge!" she said playfully hitting his arm.

"So Dinner?"

"No Mr. Khan, I ate on my way but you go ahead"

"Actually I have eaten too, I was just asking in case you were hungry"

"I am impressed...these days you have started to care about me a lot, haven't you?" she said smiling at him.

"Aisa kuch bhi nahin hai", he said uncomfortably, "Good night" and he walked away.

Zoya laughed seeing his awkwardness and prayed to god, grateful for the small mercies "Allah Miyan! Thank you!..thank you that you made this easy for me."

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Asad was content that he had that little chat with Zoya. He was glad that things took form without much effort and unnecessary fighting.

But a part of him was still restless. Yes, it was true that he was at ease with whatever him and Zoya shared but he couldn't afford to lead her on like this. He was now sure that Zoya didn't exactly hate sharing her life with him and even though he wouldn't accept, he himself was quiet comfortable with her around now. But till when?

Someday she will have to leave, he assured himself. He couldn't let Zoya consume her life into the dark and bleak world he lived in. He was afraid that she might fall for him,but was that possible? In spite of all his imperfections? Something inside him said yes. She could. And she might just have.

Brushing those thoughts away, he thought of her. Only her, and not the disturbing possibilities that came along. He remembered all those times when she had stood by him giving him the support he hadn't felt for the longest time. He liked when she was around.

Quickly pushing that thought away, he recalled all those little things about her. The way she addressed him as Mr. Khan, there was something so endearing about it. Or the way she smiled, her eyes sparkling. And also of how at times she could be utterly confusing and amusing at the same time. He remembered the birthday' talk they had in the car, a few days back. She was so adamant and fixated over his secretary Tanya and how she hated her.

Asad nodded his head in amusement, once again, as he thought of her crazy ways.

My Birthday is on the 6^th of June, suddenly that came into his memory.

6^th June?

That means tomorrow?

So tomorrow is Zoya's Birthday. O K A Y.

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Asad woke with a lingering confusion at the back of his mind. Last nights' thinking trail had revealed that the very day was in fact Zoya's Birthday.

He was not sure of whether he should wish her or not. But hadn't she told me herself and wouldn't it be too rude if I did not?

C'mon! Since when did you start caring about being rude?

Scratching his forehead, he made his way into the hall. After a whole hour of an internal battle, he had finally decided to wish Zoya.

He knocked at her door but she didn't answer. After waiting for a bit longer, he knocked again but accidently pushed the door open slightly, as it was not locked from inside.

He heard her soft sobs as she was sitting on her bed, holding on to something and crying.

Without wasting another minute, he walked in, "What happened Zoya? Why are you crying?"

"You?" she stood up, wiping her tears self-consciously.

"I am so sorry that I barged in..but leave that..what happened?"

"Nothing Mr. Khan.." she said, holding back her tears.

He noticed that she was holding something that looked like a necklace that had broken. "Are you crying because of this?" he asked pointing towards the pendant.

She looked up into his eyes, her tears falling profusely, "Y..y..yes", she managed in a broken voice.

"Was this very important for you?"

"My mother gave this snowflake pendant to me. As a child I always use to wear it and while I was in the orphanage, this was the only thing I felt close to. I don't remember her anymore Mr. Khan but this was a constant reminder of her presence. And today a box fell on it and it broke" she confessed.

Asad held her shoulders and sat her down on the bed. "Zoya, I am sure we can fix this."

"No, it cannot be fixed, it is crushed into pieces"

He reluctantly wiped her tears, "Its all right Zoya...just give it to me. I might be able to do something"

"But-"

"Just give it to me" Asad took the snowflake pendant from Zoya and carefully kept it in the inside pocket of his coat.

"Mr. Khan why-" but Asad interrupted her, "Leave it with me..I'll see what can be done"

Zoya was pleasantly surprised seeing Asad in his caring avatar. She could see how genuinely he felt for her.

"Mr. Khan do you know what date it is today?" she asked diverting her mind elsewhere.

"Yes, it is 6^th June"

"And the special thing about today is?" she had half expected him to remember her birthday when she had told him. But Alas!

"Nothing" he replied bluntly. Asad had dropped the idea of wishing Zoya altogether. It seemed way too personal' for his liking.

Zoya was mighty pissed at this dumbo Ahmed Khan in front of her. "Arrrhgh! Mr. Khan it's my Birthday today!"

"Oh..oh..so its your birthday. Many many happy returns of the day Zoya"

"Thanks" she said in glee.

"So do you want to go out tonight?" Asad asked her immediately. He himself didn't know from where the idea pooped in. He just wanted to see her smile again.

Zoya was shell-shocked.

Asad Ahmed Khan...Asad Freaking Ahmed Khannn wants to take me out????

W H A T??

"You will take me out?" she asked, emphasizing each and every word, as her eyes grew wider.

"Yes...I mean that is what you normal people do right?"

"So you agree that you aren't normal?" Zoya teased him. Not missing her chance!

"I didn't mean that" he said fixing his collar," Be ready around six."

"Okay!" Zoya chirped with excitement.

"Okay."

Zoya was excited. This is not exactly true. Because she was in all sense BLOWN OVER AND WANTED TO SCREAM AT THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN!

A date, if she dared to call it, was exactly what she needed to get the atmosphere back to normal again. She needed to trust him again and this was her opportunity!

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After taking a good hour and half, Zoya was ready for the evening. All jazzed up in her red knee length dress, which flowed as it, descended down from her waist. It had a rather dangerous deep cut back which made her look sophisticated yet sensuous at the same time. She had let her hair down to her front and had applied minimal makeup to suit her gorgeous skin. A diamond bracelet, a gift from Api, added a perfect sparkle to her glowing figure. To sum up in a word, she was looking no less than a goddessherself, ready to slay every man who caught her eye.

By 5:55 Zoya was both anxious and psyched. Not sure of whether Asad would like the way she looked. For some reason, that was very important to her.

But it turns out; she had nothing to worry about. Because the moment Asad laid eyes on her as he entered through the door, he was transfixed. He couldn't fathom how someone could be that beautiful.

He wanted these thoughts to go away, but whom was he kidding? It was no longer in his will, Zoya had managed to mesmerize him by her sheer beauty and grace.

Zoya saw him not moving a limb and was utterly confused by his strange behavior. "Mr. Khan..Mr. Khan" she almost shouted to get his attention but he didn't respond.

"Yes...a..a...I mean...you get in the car, I'll be there in a minute" he stuttered.

"Okay" Zoya said meekly. She was highly upset that Asad didn't complement her. Not that she had high hopes that he would but the way he was looking at her created a teeny bit of a possibility inside of her.

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Asad had taken Zoya to an upmarket Italian restaurant called La Bella Luna. Zoya was extremely happy with his choice; the ambience was soothing and seemed like a perfect place for a little celebration.

"Thanks Mr. Khan, I really appreciate you for doing this. I know that all of this is a pain for you but you still came here for my happiness"

"Actually I did this to make my life easier. You don't have to feel obliged."

"And how exactly?"

"Well considering your sub par cooking skills, tonight would have been another night when I had to cook for both of us but I saved me some trouble and brought you here" he said mockingly.

Allah Miyan! Did I hear right? Is Mr. Khan trying to JOKE??

"Oh just shut up Mr. Khan! I am learning, okay? With another few days of practice, I'll surpass you!" she exclaimed laughingly.

"Ma'am, here's your cake" the waiter left a cute little chocolate flavored birthday cake on their table.

"So Mr. Khan now can I cut the cake?"

"Yes go ahead," Asad noticed the childlike innocence of her face and the sheer excitement that made her eyes shine.

"I hope you know the jingle Mr. Khan?" she asked as if it was the most important thing for her that moment. "And please clap when I cut the cake, okay?"

"I know what one has to do at such a grave time" again mocking her.

Zoya cut the cake and to her surprise, Asad did clap and sang the Happy Birthday to you' song softly. It filled her heart to see him do all that, just for her. How can this same person destroy someone's life? Asad's honest gestures restored her faith in him.

She brought a slice to feed him and as expected Mr. Akdu refused, "Off ho! Mr. Khan. Its just a small itsy bitsy piece of cake...don't worry your six pack abs won't melt!"

A bright red color appeared on his clearly embarrassed face, "Zoya...why do you always say such things..." he said with his mouth stuffed with the cake Zoya had just fed him.

"Because I am a very honest person and I wanted to relieve you from the tension of your abs melting." she replied plainly.

This girl, he huffed with exasperation.

The food soon arrived and it was nothing short of delicious. Zoya savored each and every bite of her meal, while Asad watched her with amusement. The fact that a petite person like Zoya could each so much was beyond him.

"So did you like the food?" Asad asked as both of them finished eating.

"Oh I loved it! It was just so so yummy! I love this place," Zoya said in admiration.

Asad was glad that he could bring a smile on her face. It was the one thing that was undeniably captivating about her. He was also happy that he could give her a well deserved evening...at least for the little time she was with him, he wanted her to be happy.

A band that was playing all evening approached Asad and Zoya at the table, "Would you like to dance?" a man asked as he strummed his violin in a delectable melody.

Zoya glanced at Asad hopefully and this time Asad did get the cue. In spite of him knowing that he was going way ahead of his decided limits, he gave in.

He asked for her hand and she delightfully slipped in his hold mouthing a happy yes' in agreement.

The evening had turned out to be way beyond her imagination. They were dancing for god's sakes!

Asad swayed her lean body effortlessly along the rhythms of the violin, lost in the magic of her eyes.

Zoya shied away, completely giving herself in his firm yet magnetic hold. As the music grew with the beats, her heart suffered a similar condition, racing as she felt him close to herself. So close.

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"Mr. Khan where are we going?" she had to run to catch up with Asad who was walking towards something she wasn't aware of.

"Zoya just come with me, you'll know once we get there."

After fifteen minutes of aimless walking, Asad asked her to stop," Just stay here...I'll be back in a minute. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

"Okay", but Zoya was still confused and her curiosity grew stronger as she saw him enter a shop, possibly a jeweler, a few steps ahead of where he had asked her to be.

Asad returned with a small box in his hand and ran towards her. "Here, open it"

Zoya took the box from him curiously and opened it to find her snowflake necklace inside of it. It wasn't crushed, broken or anything. It was perfectly sitting there, shining just like before.

"Mr. Khan..is it? I mean is it a new one?" she asked, barely able to speak.

"No no..that would have defied the purpose. It is your necklace only, the one your mother left for you."

"Really?" her eyes were filled with tears now, "But how did you get it repaired? I thought that was not possible and you did it in one day?"

"Well I know a person here and I had to pull some strings and he got it done in one day. And nothing is impossible Zoya." he said, proudly.

She wanted to cry, as if it would convey him the happiness he had made her feel. She was so touched by what he had done that she didn't even know whether she would be able to take it all at once. Her mother's necklace meant so much for her and he gave it back to her. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world!

Asad wasn't sure what made Zoya cry, "a..a..Zoya why are you-" But she didn't let him finish and ran into his arms, to hold him as close to herself as possible.

Asad could feel her erratic breathing, hitting warmly across his face. "Zoya", he spoke softly.

And then Zoya did the unthinkable. Without giving any thought to what she was about to do, she planted a small kiss on his cheek, still not breaking away from the warmth of his embrace. She wanted him to feel what she was feeling. She whispered in a low tone, "Thank you"

As jolts of electricity ran through him, Asad feared the consequences of their sudden proximity. He nervously freed himself from her, stopping only to look into her eyes once. And what he saw scared him. Scared, that he might fall in love with her.

"I think we should go now."

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The ride back home was silent. Only the unheard voices of their emotions, intoxicating the atmosphere.

As they reached the Khan Villa Zoya decided to speak, "Mr. Khan...I am sorry. I don't know why I-" she topped midway as she couldn't find better words put her thoughts.

But Asad didn't reply, he walked towards the door and took the key out to unlock it. Zoya leaned against the wall besides the door and watched him silently, as he struggled with the lock, which probably had jammed due to the storm that was approaching.

Still struggling with the door, he took a minute to glance at Zoya who quietly stood in front of him. Her beautiful dress swaying with the wind and tiny drops of rain glistening as they fell on her face. He was mesmerized once again.

Asad could feel himself getting lost in her charming beauty and those eyes that had enraptured his soul. And by the time he had a good look at the whole of her, he had completely lost it.

He walked towards her, not even once loosing the contact he had with her eyes and held her face in his hands. Zoya, who was entirely startled by his sudden moves, didn't say a word to negate him. For the longest time he kept looking at her, and then he kissed her. Capturing her lips gently he held her body close to his, startling Zoya all the more. She couldn't differentiate between dream and reality as Asad kissed her against the soothing beats of the rain that took speed with time.

In the euphoria that they were in, Asad didn't even realize when they had pushed themselves in through the door, not breaking away for even a second. As they went inside of the house, he pinned Zoya to the nearest wall, still wholly lost in the fervent kisses.

Zoya's heart leaped a step as Asad slipped down from her face, planting numerous kisses on her neck. He kissed her fervently blowing tenderly against her creamy skin, reaching the back of her ear. Zoya felt tingles down her spine as his cold fingers made their way across her bare back, sending her into frenzy.

Her intoxicating smell powered over his mind, forcing him to push all his boundaries and inhibitions away.

Zoya ran her hesitant fingers in his hair desperately managing to stand straight. Her mind was reeling and the sensations that were building up inside of her was causing and addictive and overpowering control over her actions.

He kissed her madly and longingly. As if telling her all those things he couldn't phrase with mere words. Conveying to her, the attraction he felt deep down and the undying need to be with her.

The door slammed across due to the heavy wind, bringing Asad out of his present state of mind. He pushed Zoya away at once, rudely jerking her body over the wall, extracting her from her sweet reality.

His eyes blazed fire as he looked at her, causing her to flinch with fright. Zoya could read that he was already regretting coming close to her.

He ran his fingers across his hair, frustrated, as his fingers fisted in his palm with anger. He couldn't believe that he did exactly what he warned himself of.

Throwing a vase on the floor, he walked out to his room leaving Zoya behind with her tears and hopes shattered into pieces. She crashed on the floor trying to take back her loud sobs cursing her actions. She had dealt with too many emotions that day and his anger was something she wasn't prepared for. At least not like this.

How is this my fault?

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So was this shocking enough? This is for all you people who asked for AsYa romance! I hope that I lived up to your expectations<3 If not then do tell me!

PS. Read my note on page 86 :)