ASYA UNITED WE STAND #4 PART 22 EPILOGUE PG 94 (31/8)

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SEVEN MONTHS LATER:

"Mmm..."

"Hmph...hmph...uff...mmm..."

"More Asad!! Come on!! Some more..."

"N...No Z..oya...hmph...hmph...hmph..." (crashes down*)

"Asssaaaddd!!"

"Ahh! Zoooyyaa!!"

Zoya doubled up laughing, seeing Asad drenched fully in sweat and the water which she'd poured on him. Lately, Zoya had been obsessed with Asad's fitness. She just wanted him to be healthy and diet-conscious...according to her, he had put on some serious weight and it needed to be tackled immediately.

"I don't want a fat husband!!" she had snapped at him once while he huffed and puffed in anger. That day onwards, Zoya had started walking him up at 6 to go for a morning jog and then on returning, she would force him to do push-ups...which were his least favourites but he complied, seeing Zoya happy.

This morning too...he refused doing some more of those stupid push-ups and hence an angry Zoya poured a bucket full of water on him, as his punishment...he never liked being messy...ya know!!

"What Zoya?" he whined.

"This is the punishment that you get when you don't listen to MEE!!"

Zoya giggled some more and stuck out her tongue at Asad. She stepped ahead to walk past him but destiny's call...she slipped!!

Straight into Asad's arms...

Both were dazed...a blush adorned their cheeks...

"So Zoya!! Is this some sort of punishment too??" asked Asad innocently.

"N..No..." she uttered with great difficulty.

Asad kept staring at his pretty lady while she was fidgeting to free herself from his hold. He motioned her to stop and she did. He lifted his hand and pushed the locks of her hairs behind with his mud-stained hands...she squealed...

"Asad!! Your hands are dirty!!"

"Punishment isse kehte hain Mrs. Khan!!" he gloated while turning her beneath him and defeating her in her own game. She made the saddest pout on her cute face which was immediately replaced by a shy smile when he placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

"Get up Zoya. We'll get late for the hospital..." Asad got up and extended his hand for helping Zoya.

They went inside while Asad made a fuss about making him dirty and Zoya just enjoyed laughing at his expense. He sighed and made his way to take a bath.

Zoya sat on the rug and just pondered over the last few months. Hers and Asad's life had changed drastically after that night. While the two culprits were immediately arrested and were having no scope to come out anytime in this lifetime...they got a huge blow when Dilshad left them on their own. Asad was distraught, Zoya was too. They were used to be around her...she was their mother and the guide who mentored them to take each step in their lives. Zoya cried for nights in row while Asad just kept her close and cuddled her into himself...slowly slowly, they learnt to live with the fact...it was the way as desired by the Almighty. They came out of their sorrow, cent by cent, with each other...sometimes, Asad acted sensible while the at other time...she just consoled him with her presence.

Another thing that had taken a U-turn was their equation. Till now, Zoya had cared for him, no matter what. But now as Asad had become fine, she desired for his attention in a new way. But he acted so shy sometimes that she was confused was it the same Asad who'd kissed her once!!?? She was unaware of the fact that Asad was also tangled within such emotions. He had always looked at Zoya as his angel...until that day, when he had taken her in his arms and kissed her with all the emotions that bubbled up in him. He didn't know how to talk about the matter to Zoya.

Both were confused by the emotions raging in them and then as expected, they just decided to go with the flow. Both loved each other, at least Zoya had confessed to herself but Asad seemed oblivious to his own feelings...he needed time and Zoya understood his plight. She decided that she'll not coax him into speaking...she'll wait for him to open up. She'll wait for the day when he'll make her his in all senses...when he'll declare to the world that they're one!!

Since that time, she's waiting. They share a new kind of relation now...a touch evoked such sensations in them as if they'd been electrocuted. They still adored each other...glanced at each other but the eye-locks were more passionate then before. Zoya cooked for him and whenever Asad smiled, it made her happy.

In total, they behaved very much like a couple recently married...they craved for each other but had no words to describe how they felt. Asad left no stone un-turned in making her happy and she did everything that she could to make him happy.

Living with each other, they tried to learn the hidden aspects of each other. Each day Zoya fell more in love with Asad...if that was somehow possible. Asad's little deeds to make her happy elated her...she thanked her Allah for the day when her parents forced her to marry Asad. As much as she despised them that day when she discovered Asad's condition initially but today she felt that whatever God decides for his beings is never wrong.

Asad was the best thing that happened to her and she will always be grateful to her parents for that...no matter how much they had tortured her. That torture was worth bearing if she got Asad as her reward. She no more wished for any prince charming...she just wished for Asad's love and their togetherness.

"Zoya...Zoya!!" Asad slightly tapped Zoya's shoulder while she was lost in her thoughts.

"Hmm...Oh you!" she smiled nervously as if caught red-handed doing something tricky.

"Yes! Me...whom were you expecting??" he winked at her. She hit his arm lightly and thought of playing along.

"Umm...you won't get angry right?"

"No! Tell me!!"

"I was thinking about my prince charming!!"

"WHAT??" he shrieked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Who's he?" he again asked, a bit agitated.

"I can't tell you!"

He was horrified on the aspect of Zoya being with her prince while he imagined himself moping the floor of the palace and rearing their babies. He shook his head on such incredulous thoughts while Zoya was worried by his silence.

"Asad..."

He just turned around and cupped her face. Zoya saw the sweat drops on his forehead and panicked seeing his response. She never knew that her joke can harm him in any way. She wiped his face with her palms and called him softly.

"Zoya..."

He hugged her with all his might. "You'll never leave me...say...please...be with me...I need you Zoya!!"

Zoya hugged him back and caressed his hairs, "Asad...Asad...I was just joking!! I was thinking about us...you and me!! Main aap ke siwa kisi ke bare mein soch bhi nai sakti!!"

Asad pulled back and looked into her eyes..."Sach?"

Asad was busy painting the portrait. He was struggling with the colours while Zoya peeped in through the half-opened door. Someone tapped her from behind and she jumped in surprise. She was relieved to find Azaad standing there...giving her a stupid smile.

"Azaad!! You scared me!!" she whispered.

"Drooling over your hubby secretively??" he whispered back playfully.

"Hmm...What?? No!! I was just looking what he's making...ya...only looking...no drooling!!" she blabbered nervously while Azaad chuckled.

"He's such a great artist! I am sure if I sell his works...I'll become a billionare in a month..."

"Yes! He makes these paintings from his heart. This is something that gave him solace in the moments of ultimate distress.That's why he adore painting too much." Zoya explained to Azaad.

Inspite of being almost normal, Asad and Zoya still visited the rehab and spent time there. Azaad recommended some counseling sessions for Asad and adviced him to be indulged in some recreational activities. Asad used this as an opportunity and pursued his passion for painting. He spent hours blending various shades and bringing the canvas to life. The recreation hall in the rehab was filled with his creations and whoever saw them was left in awe.

Asad's counseling sessions were going smooth too. He always took Zoya with him...and with her by his side, he fought his fears again and again. He bravely talked about his past and the years that followed. How he was bruised and how Zoya's love and care helped him heal. Zoya too shared sometimes, about how she dealt with him. People adored their couple and learnt from them. Their life so far set an example for those married couples who were struggling among such problems.

Asad looked behind and saw Zoya peeping through the door. He hid the painting and walked towards her.

"Zoya!! Why do you always do this??" he blasted as soon as he opened the door fully.

Zoya pouted and held her ears.

"I want to see Asad...you never let me know what you are painting???"

"Okay! Fine!! Come with me..." He declared seeing her making weird faces while Zoya jumped and clapped in joy. Asad just shook his head on her childish behavior.

He held her wrist and made her walk towards the canvas that was hidden in the corner. Her eyes twinkled while Asad was bowled over by her innocence.

"Okay! Here it is..." He uncovered the painting while Zoya stood there with here eyes open widely.

"Asa...as...asad...this...I mean...you...this is marvelous! I can't believe it!!" Zoya's vision blurred as tears of happiness accumulated in her eyes.

She put her head on his chest and sobbed...this time tears of happiness flowing through her eyes. Asad held her close and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Why are you even asking this? It's brilliant!! I...I don't know what to say!!" she was awestruck by the magnificient painting of a beautiful Indian bride...Asad's bride...her!!

He had painted her, dressed as his bride, on the day of their nikah!! She doubted that she looked so beautiful on that day. But Asad had made her look beautiful...she couldn't believe her eyes...her eyes looked gratefully at Asad...silently thanking him for giving her this gift.

"I didn't say that day Zoya...I was not capable of...but you looked breathtakingly beautiful!! I am lucky to have you all by myself!!" he whispered in an emotional voice.

"Me too Asad! But why are you crying?" she flicked away the tears that had rolled down his eyes.

"I was forced that day Zoya...I just wanted to run away but they made me say yes...I never knew that that forceful yes from my side will lead me into a wonderful future...with you!!"

"I know that you were forced...but does it matter now?? We are used to have each other around...no matter what!! We'll never go apart..."

"I want to say one thing..." Asad said nervously.

"What?" she anticipated his confession.

"Mujhe aap poori tarah se Qubool Hain Zoya...main apni puri zindagi aapke saath bitana chahta hoon!!"

"Main bhi humesha aap ki banke rahungi...mujhe bhi aap tahe-dil se Qubool Hain!!" Zoya voiced her consent. They shared a passionate hug. Having said it to one another, they felt happiness engulf them and they enjoyed being in each others' arms...content that they belong to each other completely.

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FEW DAYS LATER:

Zoya retured exhausted from her tiring routine at office. Sitting all the day, in front of the computer screen had given her a bad headache. She entered the house which was unusually quite. Everyday when she returned Asad was either watching television or listening to some songs but today he was nowhere to be seen. She decided to call him but before that he appeared suddenly and took her handbag...and made her sit comfortably.

"Water..." he offered and she just gulped the whole thing in a blink.

"You want coffee or tea??"

"Asad! I'll make it...you don't need to bother."

"Why? Is it only you who can take care of me...I am well aware that you are very much tired. Sit quietly and let me help you!!" he reprimanded her.

"Okay! One hot steaming cup of coffee will do me good!!" She smiled and he rushed to the kitchen to get her coffee.

They sat together and enjoyed their cups of coffee when Asad noticed that Zoya was holding her head, time to time. He put down his coffee cup and went to the bedroom...

"Asad?" she called out.

"Come sit here on the floor..." he ordered while he himself settled on the bed with the bottle of hair oil in his hands. "I'll give you a head massage!" he exclaimed.

Zoya sat down without argument and enjoyed the movement of his tender, firm fingers on her scalp. Like a magic wand, they moved and took her tiredness.

"Hmmm...Asad!! It's so good...I feel rejuvenated!!"

"Wanna sleep?" he asked and she nodded a yes.

NEXT DAY:

Being a Sunday, Azaad and Humeira dropped by at Asya's place to go for a movie together. After much insistence from the trio's side, Asad agreed. He wasn't seriously interested in all this stuff.

Once at the theatre, Azaad and Humeira started enjoying every bit of the movie. While Asad never payed heed to what was shown there. He kept his eyes trained on Zoya's every emotion...how she became happy when something nice happened, how she hummed the song ...whenever villain was beaten up by the hero, she clapped and hooted. He enjoyed a carefree Zoya.

At the climax, when she cried at the emotional drama, Asad sighed and drew out his handkerchief, wiping her every tear till she stopped crying. She looked back at him and gave a small smile.

"Liked the film?" she asked in a small voice.

AzRa with Asya were sitting in the restaurant. Asad pressed his temples when they kept discussing the movie all over again. He gave an angry glare finally and told them to have dinner as he was starving. Humi and Zoya got up.

"You two sit here. Me and Zoya will bring our orders from the counter." Humi announced

"No Humeira, we'll go!" Azaad argued.

"Oh please!! I wanna eat tonight. If we send you two, you'll just stand in the queue as fools and let all the bechari aunties pass in front of you..."Zoya and Humi giggled while Asad and Azaad shrugged.

Once they left, Azaad started talking to Asad. They made some casual chats and then Azaad suddenly put forth a serious matter...

"So Asad? What have you planned for future?"

"Future?"

"Yes, you and Zoya..."

"Oh! I will always be by her side!! I will never let her go..."he said enthusiastically.

"Yes I know!! But that was not what I am talking about. I am talking about your studies and career. Do you want Zoya to keep working like this always??"

Asad looked down guiltily. "I want to take away all her pain. I know how much she does for me...for us but what can I do?? I am not even graduated!! Who'll give me a job?"

"Asad, I know! But you have something that can make you reach heights!!"

"What?" Asad made a confused face.

"Your talent!! Your paint brush!!" Azaad smiled at him.

"But it is not so easy...I don't have any prior experience and I paint just in leisure time. Who will hire me??"

"That's where I want your permission. Somewhere in the next month, there's an exhibition at a very renowned art gallery in Delhi. The owner's father is my patient...I'll ask him to give you a chance."

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ONE MONTH LATER:

"I am going to Delhi today..." Asad said happily.

The woman smiled gleefully at him. "Take care...Is Zoya going too?" she asked.

"Yes! I can't live without her..."

"I want you to succeed in whatever you do!" she said lovingly.

"I know...just pray for me!! I will definitely win this...and then we'll live happily...you, me and Zoya!!" he hugged her while she caressed his head in her lap.

"Zoya!! It's okay...we're going for just two days. This much is enough!!" Asad was annoyed at the speed Zoya was packing. She'd almost put the whole house in the suitcase.

"Asad!! You never know...we can need anything!!"

"We're not going to an alien planet!! It's delhi!! We get all sort of things there..." He said a bit loudly.

Zoya pouted and turned around.

"Fine!! You do all the packing...I am not touching anything." Zoya shouted back.

Asad sighed and pressed his temple. He came towards her and tapped at her shoulder. She shrugged off his hand and kept looking ahead. He tried pleading but she didn't turn back. Seeing no other option, his hands crawled on her waist...hugging her from behind.

Zoya's breath hitched while she tried keeping a straight face. Asad slowly turned her around and buried his face in the bend of her neck.

"Sorry Zoya!!" he held one of his ear, making an apology. Zoya giggled when Asad nuzzled in her neck.

NEXT DAY:

The beautifully decorated hall was bustling with men and women dressed in elegant dresses. High class socialites sat at their reserved places. Asad sat nervously while Zoya, Humeira and Azaad tried cheering him up...but all in vain. He sat there biting his nails while Zoya sat beside him. She put her hands around his waist and kept her head on his shoulder.

"My Asad is the best!! I am sure everyone will like his paintings." Zoya encouraged him and he looked at her. She blinked in assurance and he was somewhat relieved.

Hours later, when they were having dinner, the owner of the gallery, Mr. Rizwaan Baig came running to Asya.

"Mr. Khan!! Come with me..."

He almost dragged him to the person whom he wanted Asad to meet. Zoya followed close behind to check what was he taking him for.

Asad came face to face with an international art director and the owner of a well-known chain of art galleries, Mr. Will.

"Mr. Khan! Your works are marvelous...especially this one...he pointed to Zoya's bridal painting that Asad made as a present for her. You have something!! Do you wanna pursue it as a career?"

"Yes, of course."

"I offer you a scholarship, Mr. Khan. Come and learn with us first. I want you to polish your skills first. You have a potential to become successful in the international market!!" he explained.

"I am ready. When will I have to join?"

"Let me order my staff to make official documents. Then few days for your visa and then you can join!!" Mr. Will said shaking Asad's hands.

"Visa??"

"Yes, you've to come to New York...our academy is based there!!"

AGAIN A CLIFFY!!😈

NOT INTENTIONAL AT ALL!! WANNA SHOW ASYA'S CONVERSATION AFTER THIS TOO...BUT IT WOULD'VE GONE TO LONG!!

WAISE ONE OF MY FRIEND SAYS THAT SEPARATION MAKES COUPLES BIND EVEN STRONGLY!!😉

DON'T KILL ME!!😛

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should i talk about the update or thank you for ua cute words for me...
beautiful update JD...
kya start tha... mjhe laga hanky panky going on 😆
dilshaad k saath kya kiya tumne??
i thought she wud b fine... umm but tumne ye b nahi kaha directly that she is dead!!!
n who is this other lady out there???
i loved the cute sweet asya moments...
things changing for better...
now are u sending asad to door mulk... kisi gori ka uspe dil aaya to???
but i love the reason for which he has to go... nt to make a fortune... but to learn n polish his skills...
continue soon...

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