ASYA SS : Together.... A Compromise No More Epilogue added 23/2/15 - Page 68

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Here's Chapter 6 for you all. It's extremely long . I had to accomodate the confession for you all 😉. Hope you all will like this too 😳.

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Chapter 6

In the evening Asad received her blood report and immediately called the doctor. He was relieved to know that the report was absolutely normal. All that the doctor said was that Zoya needed to take good rest and loads of healthy food. Her illness was only because of physical stress. Asad thanked the doctor and went to his room. He saw Najma and Zoya sitting talking on the bed. He smiled at the site as it reminded him of so many other times that these two BFF's had spent hours talking to each other. The only difference was that they would be holed up in what was then Zoya's room, the guest room. This was probably the first time he saw them huddled together like this on his bed.

As he entered the room they both looked up at him. He stood directly in front of them both and folding his arms behind his back in a serious tone said "Meri abhi abhi doctor se baat hui hai..." he looked at Zoya and continued "Aapka blood report ekdum normal hai, but doctor ka kehna hai ki aap apna ache se khayal nahi rakh rahi hain. Ghar ke kaamon mein itna masroof ho gai hain ki apne khane peene pe koi dhyaan nahi diya hai aapne. Aapke body ka energy level issi vajah se bahut low ho gaya hai issiliye for the next couple of days aap sirf aaram karengi aur khane mein sirf healthy foods hi milenge aapko"

With the tone he used Zoya knew there was no escaping the pharmaan that had been issued by jahanpanah. She felt like a school girl being scolded by the teacher and quickly nodded her head in agreement. He looked at Najma then and said "Tamatar, khayal rahey ki inhe pura aaram karna hai. Ghar ki jitni responsibilities hain vo tum aur mein sambhalenge" Zoya looked at him wide eyed and said "Mr. Khan aapko toh office bhi jaan ahoga... phir aap kaise... Aap bhi bimaar ho jayenge... mujhe ab behtar lag raha hai... Mein aur Najma kar lenge" That one glare from Asad was sufficient for her to understand there was no room for arguments so she closed her mouth and odded like an obedient child.

As night fell Zoya changed into her night pajamas and was making her bed on the couch again when Asad entered the room. He was shocked to see her changed and ready to go to bed on the couch again.

"Yeh aap kya kar rahi hain?" she looked up at him confused. "Sone jaa rahi hoon Mr. Khan"

"Par aapki tabiyat abhi bhi theek nahi hai, Najma ko bula liya hota. Vo aapki madad kar deti change karne mein. Agar subah ki tarah chakkar aa jata toh..." he asked her sounding angry. Zoya didn't know why he was sounding so bothered, it wasn't like there was anyone else in the room, they could well be behaving like they always did, not talking to each other or talking only when required. It pained her heart to see the care in his eyes. She didn't want it to be just because she was unwell, she wanted to see this love and care in his eyes all the time. She wanted him to love her back like she loved him. She could feel a lump building in her throat at her own helplessness and tears start to build in her eyes. Not wanting him to see her breakdown she gulped trying to swallow the lump in her throat and then looked away before her tears could fall.

Mumbling a sorry she looked down and started making her bed again when she heard him. "Aap yahan nahi soyengi" Zoya's head shot in his direction. She saw him pickup her pillow and place it on the other side of his bed. She looked at him wide eyed. "Yeh aap kya kar rahey hain Mr. Khan?" "Aap aaj se yahan, bed pe soyengi. Already aapko tabiyaat itni kharaab ho chuki hai, mein nahi chahta aap phir se beemar." He took her duvet and placed it at the foot of the bed. "Phir aap kahan soyengey?" She asked out of shock for what Asad was doing.

He turned around and nodded his head towards his side of the bed and then quietly went and lay down with his back towards her side. Zoya stood there not understanding what was happening and not knowing how was it possible that they slept on the same bed when he still hadn't told her what he actually felt and what this nikah ment to him. Asad opened his eyes realizing she was still standing in the same place. He sighed and said "Hum bache nahi hai jo bed pe roll karte karte soyenge. Toh aaj se aap bed ka vo side le lijiye aur mein yeh side. Hum dono comfortably so sakte hain" He turned around and looked at her expectantly. Zoya nodded her head and walked to her side of the bed and with a lot of hesitation slipped under her duvet.

As soon as she lay on his bed, she felt her stomach clench and flutter a million times. She felt extremely nervous being so close to him. She looked at his back longingly. Only she knew how difficult it had been for her all this while that she had spent in this room to not touch him while he slept, to not shake him and ask him, what was it that they were doing? A lone tear rolled out her eye and suppressing a sob she rolled over facing the other side. As soon as Asad heard her sob he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. He saw her shoulders shudder with every silent sob. How he wanted to just hold her in his arms and confess his love, but he just couldn't muster the courage. All he could do was face towards her. As soon as Zoya felt the materess dip behind her, she immediately stopped. Closing her eyes she waited to fall asleep. Asad lay on his side and kept his eyes on her until he too fell asleep.

The next couple days Zoya saw Asad taking up her responsibility like a good husband. As much as she wanted this to be true, his words of the nikah being nakli just didn't leave her. Even after she had recovered Asad didn't let her go back to their old sleeping arrangements even though more than often they would get up with their respective duvets thrown to the floor and their limbs in a tangled mess. They would often be beginning their day looking embarrassed and by saying a hurried sorry to each other. But as soon as one would be out of the room the smiles that would adorn their faces would be a sight. Somewhere deep down, they both had realized that this nikah wasn't nakli anymore.

Zoya had recovered completely and was again performing all her duties. Najma was back to attending her college and Asad was off to work every morning. As soon as they would leave the smile that would have been adorning Zoya's lips all morning woul. Even though she physically felt stronger than ever, her emotional wounds were far from healed. She could see the change in Asad's behavior towards her. All his little actions told her that he was a changed man. His eyes spoke volumes whenever they locked with hers and said things she wanted to hear. But, he never said anything.

She longed to hear him say that this nikah was real for him. She wanted him to hold her hand and tell her that what she saw in his eyes was the truth. She wanted him to hold her close to himself and confess his love again and again. Thinking about all this she walked into his room one afternoon and longingly looked at his side of the bed. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and she went and sat on his side. One after the other sobs escaped her lips and she immediately clutched his pillow to herself. She breathed in his sent and cried harder wanting it to be him, wanting to burry herself in his chest and to cry to her heart's content.

The only thought that crossed her mind again and again was what would she tell him, what was the reason that she was crying? Zoya couldn't stop herself today all she wanted was for Asad to reciprocate her feelings not realizing when she had started saying all that was in her heart out loud. She cried harder with every sob that escaped her lips, with every tear that fell from her eyes and with every sniff that she could smell him. All she wanted right now was Him. She wanted him to love her as deeply as she did.

Just outside the room stood Asad. He had returned home to collect a blue print he had left behind. As he had entered the house it had looked deserted. Looking around for any signs of Zoya he quickly moved towards his room when a few feet away he heard her crying. He moved towards his room and stopped in his tracks at the site. Zoya was sitting on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow to herself and crying. How he longed to be in place of his pillow. He was just about to call out to her when he heard her speak.

"Kyoun... Kyoun aap mujhe pyaar nahi kar sakte...ya phir kartey hain to batate kyoun nahi... Kyoun mujhe lagta hai ki yeh nikah ab nakli nahi raha?... Kyoun aapki aankon mein mein vo sab dekh sakti hoon jo...jo aap khud nahi dekhana chahtey hain... Kyoun? Kyoun? Kyoun? ...Kya mein yeh sab imagine kar rahi hoon... Nahi Mr. Khan nahi... jo bhi mein dekh rahi hoon vahi sach hai. Mein jaanti hoon... mein jaanti hoon... Kissi bhi ladki ko is ehsaas ko pehchaanne mein galti nahi ho sakti hai...Phir aap bolte kyoun nahi hain... Kyoun aap mujey gale lagake nahi keh sakte ki aap bhi mujse mohabbat kartey hain... Please ek baar keh dijiye naa...bas ek baar... please, please, ... Mein mar jaaongi Mr. Khan...Please...mera aur imtehaan mat lejeye..." And she cried harder.

Asad's heart broke and he cried standing there looking at the love of his life cry herself insane, because he was not confessing his love. He realized that she was well aware of his feelings and did reciprocate them too. He smiled between his tears as reality dawned on him that they both loved each other and considered this nikah real. Asad retreated his steps and went lout the house, softly closing the door behind him.

He drove a little away from home and parked his car to a side. Asad closed his eyes and sighed deeply wanting to erase the pain of every word that he had heard Zoya say. Only now did he realize how emotionally weak Zoya had become. The same girl who had come to a new country in search of her father, who could handle any situation life threw at her was an emotional mess, all because she had fallen in love with a man who was so emotionally challenged, who couldn't even confess his love to her, even though she was his wife now. After waiting a little while and a good think over what he would do, Asad took out his phone and called her.

"Ji, mein bol raha hoon."

"Ji..."

"Um... Vo mein ek blue print ghar par bhool gaya tha, vo lene ke liye kuch hi der mein ghar pahunch jaaonga. Aap ghar par hi hain naa?"

Zoya closed her eyes as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks " Ji." She whispered, noticing again that he never took her name, No Ms. Farookhi, No Mrs. Khan and definitely No Zoya. She quickly straightened his room and went to wash her face not wanting him to know she had been crying. She didn't want him to know what an emotional mess she was. She didn't want his pity, she wanted his love. A few minutes later she heard the main door open and close. She walked out to see Asad walking towards his room and saw him looking at her intently. She passed a nervous smile to him to which he just nodded his head still looking at her. Thinking he might notice her red eyes she looked the other way.

As Asad had entered the house his eyes never left her face. Even though it was a small smile he noticed how well she had covered up her pain behind it. He kept looking at her face for any signs of her emotional stress but couldn't find any. The only way he could tell she had been crying was through her eyes, which she tried to hide by looking away. Slowly he walked into his room and saw his pillow. There wasn't a crease on it. No one, not even him, could say that just a few minutes ago Zoya had been crying into it.

Zoya noticed how he was scrutinizing everything. She felt as if he could see right through her and he knew she had been crying. She followed him into the room and saw him looking at his bed. She tried walking past him to see if there was anything out of place but then heaved a sigh of relief on finding nothing. She saw him walk upto his desk and pick up a big roll of paper and still staring at his pillow. She couldn't hold on any longer and asked him

"Aapko, kuch aur bhi chahiye Mr. Khan?"

He looked back at her shaking his head in denial and asked her "Aap theek hain? Tabiyat theek hai naa aapki?" Zoya looked at him and nodded her head. "Koi baat aapko pareshaan toh nahi kar rahi naa? Aap chahein toh mujhe bata sakti hain" Asad waited for her to say something. "Mein theek hoon. Aap fikr naa karein" She said softly. Asad nodded his head and then walked out the room. He turned back and continued "Mein aaj ghar jaldi vapas aaonga" He saw her look at him and then smiling at her he said his goodbye and left for work.

As promised Asad came back home early and brought with him something he knew would lift her mood up. As he entered the house he called for Najma and handed the bag to her. He went to refresh in his room and then heard the sound he had been waiting to hear. Squeals of happiness rang through the house. He smiled to himself content that she was happy and he was the one responsible for it. As they sat down with their coffees Zoya looked at him and with shine in her eyes said "Thank you Mr. Khan. Meine socha nahi tha ki aapko meri yeh baat yaad rahi hogi" She said pointing towards the kachooris he had brought.

Asad noticed the twinkle in her eyes and the million dollar smile on her face. Looking deep into her eyes he said "Aapka shouhar hoon... Itna toh yaad rakh hi sakta hoon...aur haan, You're most welcome" He said smiling back at her his eyes shining with the love he felt for her. Zoya's breath hitched at what he said and she didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes and as much as her heart wanted to believe it her mind kept pulling her back reminding her, what he had always said. Asad retired to his room to rest a bit and both Zoya and Najma were busy with preparing dinner which they kept light owing to the heavy snacking in the evening.

As dinner finished and Zoya cleared everything to finally retire for the night she was hopeful about their future together. Asads words from a few hours ago kept ringing in her ears making her smile to no end. Her cheeks had turned a soft shade of pink and her heart beat wildly. Taking a deep breath to calm her overactive heart she stepped inside his room. But that smile was wiped off her face the very second. She saw Asad already sleeping. Her heart dipped at that sight and she felt her stomach churn uncontrollably. She felt tears prick her eyes and she blinked several times to keep them in control.

Zoya quietly took her clothes and went to change. She slipped under her duvet and with one last look towards him she turned to the other side and tried sleeping. Whatever that had been happening in their lives for the last few months, played like a movie in her mind and she felt very restless. Remembering everything from Dilshaad's challenge to their nikah, her first night in his room uptill this evening everything kept playing in her mind like a never ending movie which was filled with hurt, longing and tears. Zoya tried hard to not let her tears fall but the pain she felt in her heart was just too much for her to handle.

Burying her face in her pillow she tried to suppress her sobs but the pain she felt today was unbearable. Today had been a rather rough day for her. Her emotions were all haywire and she herself didn't understand why she was crying so much. She knew she missed Dilshaad terribly today, throughout the day all she wanted was the assurance of her Ammi telling her that all will be ok soon. The pain she felt today was so intense that even after she spoke to Dilshaad the feeling of not being the one, the lack of feelings being reciprocated and most important the hollowness of their relationship was just sucking her in and she didn't know where it would end.

As she cried harder, Asad heard her muffled sobs. He immediately looked over his shoulder and saw how hard she was crying burying her face in her pillow. He knew the reason and this was it, he just couldn't let her cry anymore, he just couldn't be a spectator to her breakdown almost every night and do nothing. Asad rolled over to her side and gently placing a hand on her shoulder whispered her name.

"Zoya" as soon as she felt his touch she froze but cried again hearing her name from his lips. It sounded like tiny bells ringing when the softest of winds disturbed the calm of the night. Zoya closed her eyes tighter trying to stop her tears when she felt a gentle pull on her shoulder and Asad calling her again.

"Zoya" He whispered again trying to turn her over. The firm grip on her shoulder made her turn towards him. As soon as Zoya turned over and opened her eyes, she sucked in a breath realizing his face was just inches away from hers. She looked in his eyes and could see how concerned he was. She knew her tears wouldn't stop and for the first time after their nikah she openly cried in front of him. Asad knew what her tears were for and didn't stop her either. All he did was, raise his hand and gently wipe away her tears. As Zoya felt his fingers on her cheeks she cried harder and in a whisper said just one word "Kyoun?" and her body shook uncontrollably.

Asad knew what she meant by that one word and he looked deep into her eyes. He closed his eyes and when he opened them to look into her eyes Zoya saw tears in them. She couldn't understand the meaning of his tears but couldn't let them fall either. With a lot of hesitation she placed her hands on his cheeks and he immediately leaned into her soft touch closing his eyes again. Zoya wiped away the tear that had rolled out his eye. Asad opened his eyes and Zoya could see a determination in them. They kept their eyes locked neither saying anything. Finally Asad drew in a deep breath and said "Mein jaanta hoon iss ek shabd se aap kya poochna chahti hain, par aap jaanti hain naa ki yeh sab mere liye kehpaana aasan nahi hoga. Lekin bas, ab aur intezaar nahi. Mein bhi thak gaya hoon apne aap se ladte ladte" Zoya didn't understand what he meant and her eyebrows furrowed. Asad wiped the tears that still rolled down her cheeks and shook his head telling her not to cry anymore. He cupped her face with one hand and gently stroked her cheek trying to sooth the pain she felt. She kept looking in his eyes with a thousand questions and he knew what exactly she wanted to know. Asad closed his eyes and after a few seconds of collecting his thoughts he opened his eyes to Zoya's questioning gaze. "Mein jaanta hoon ki mera dil kya chahta hai, par bahut mushkil hai mere liye yeh kehpaana vo bhi tab jab meine khud aapko kaha ki yeh sab nakli hai... kuch nakli nahi hai... naa humara nikah... naa humara rishta aur...aur... Aur naa hi humara pyaar..." as those words left his mouth Zoya closed her eyes letting her pain wash out with her tears. She felt as if the weight of a thousand bricks had been lifted off her chest and she sighed with relief. In barely a whisper he said "I am Sorry" the emotions he felt for her were reflected in his eyes and Zoya could read every emotion so well.

Pressing her face into his palm and smiling a little she opened her eyes to look into his dark orbs and with expectation asked him "Bas, sorry kehna hai aapko?" Asad smiled at her expression and shook his head in a no. With his eyes darkening he leaned closer to her face. Zoya held her breath anticipating his next move. She felt his breath on her ear and very softly he said "I Love You Zoya" and she felt a warm rush starting in the pit of her stomach branch out to every pore of her being, her heart fluttered and her stomach somersaulted, her breathing became shallow and her pulse increased. She leaned into his face and rubbed her cheek against his. She felt him moving back and instantly pulled his face closer trying to hide her blush she said "I Love You too Asad" and pulled him closer.

As Asad fell on her, Zoya wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into him. After the initial delight of her soft body against his own, Asad detangled himself from her and moved a little away to look at his blushing Zoya. She could see a mix of emotions in his eyes and reciprocated them. Locking his eyes with her Asad leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead whispering I love you to her. Zoya closed her eyes at the contact and sighed not realizing what her hot breath would do to him once it caressed his neck.

Sensing her approval Asad kissed every inch of her face from her forehead to her chin, to her eyes and then her nose. Moving back he looked at her closed eyes and without waiting he captured her lips. With every passing second they deepened their kiss expressing their love for each other. Their soft kiss escalated to heights they didn't know they could reach. Both wanted to express their love in ways that they would always remember.

Finally their room was filled with sighs and moans that were proof of the pleasure they both were providing each other. Asad kissed, touched and caressed her in ways she knew she wouldn't have allowed anyone else to and Asad felt himself doing things to her he knew he couldn't imagine doing to anybody else. All that they wanted right now was time to stand still so they could make up for all the time they had lost. With every passing minute their passion reached new heights and finally Asad touched her in the most intimate way and all Zoya wanted was to memorize the feeling of him completing her.

As the night sky darkened outside, the two lay tangled together relishing the feeling of finally being complete. Asad looked down at her and found her wide awake looking intently at him. His hold tightened around her and he pulled her closer to himself. "Zoya..." she heard him and just hmmed. "I want MY Zoya back." She looked at him confused. He smiled at her "I don't like these changes in you... I like my messy Zoya... Jo har waqt apni shayari se sab ko entertain karti thi aur jo jeans pehnti thi."

Zoya looked at him more shocked than surprised "Par aapko toh aisi hi biwi chahiye thi." "Chahiye thi par kabhi mili nahi, aur jo mili ab vo hi chahiye hai." He said pecking the tip of her nose. Zoya sighed with relif "Aap jaante nahi aapne kitna bada favor kiya hai mujhe... Mein pareshaan ho gai thi din bhar dupatta sambhaal ke aur aapka cleanliness OCD... OMG mein paagal hote hote reh gai..." she said looking wide eyed at him. Asad smiled wider at her "Bas aa gai meri Zoya vapas. Ab aap promise kariye ki aap kisi ke liye nahi badlengi...mere liye bhi nahi...kabhi nahi." Zoya smiled back at him and rubbed her nose on his chest and kissed him there whispering"Pakka...I love you."

Asad giggled at the sensation and leaned closer to her capturing her lips one more time. As they parted Asad pressed their foreheads together and whispered "I can't get enough of you Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan." Zoya sighed against his lips and whispered back "Neither can I."

Asad groaned at her open invitation and pushed her against the bed expressing his love over and over through the night. Zoya was not far behind in her actions and proved to be the lioness that could tame Asad Ahmed Khan and they spent the night satisfying the fire that had been burning them both from the time they had met. The first rays of the sun that broke through the windows stood witness to the proof of a night filled with passion that the two lovers had enjoyed, finally marking each other with their love and making the room as Theirs.

THE END

A/N : Hi Peeps, I would like to dedicate this last update to each and every one of you who read, liked and commented on this story. I really feel honored to have all of you as readers who stood by me in this extremely emotional and torturious story which offered almost no romance but buckets and buckets of Zoya's tears.

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