asya_kabhi ff Is there a price for passion? pg 86 BUDDY ME FOR PM - Page 53

Originally posted by: ASYA4eveAAA

Amazing update.

finally zoya moved in with him.

good that is.

y do i have a feeling that the "PUMP" was Asad's another bluff ?.

to make zoya stay with him .

m eagerly waiting for her to get like really pregnant !!! ;)

well its up to u .

and last thing i wont be able to comment often now :(

m not well firstly n secondly i ...

am getting started with my studies today :(..

n it will be only possible for me to come on net for half an hour !!!

M SORRY !!!😭

Originally posted by: ASYA4eveAAA

Amazing update.

finally zoya moved in with him.

good that is.

y do i have a feeling that the "PUMP" was Asad's another bluff ?.

to make zoya stay with him .

m eagerly waiting for her to get like really pregnant !!! ;)

well its up to u .

and last thing i wont be able to comment often now :(

m not well firstly n secondly i ...

am getting started with my studies today :(..

n it will be only possible for me to come on net for half an hour !!!

M SORRY !!!😭

Originally posted by: Linsie

13 & 14..

Nice update...little sad past...

and tanveer is leaving...

Originally posted by: Linsie

so here's the last chapter people...can't believe that its the end

chapter 25

"Yes, you are pregnant..." the doctor agreed cheerfully as she handed over a prescription for prenatal vitamins. "You're only four weeks along so it's early days yet, but there's no reason to think that this pregnancy won't progress normally. You must be pleased after what happened last time"you did say that the baby was very much wanted."

zoya looked at her blankly and burst into tears.

Many tissues and much embarrassment later zoya slunk out of the clinic, congratulations ringing in her ears. Still in a daze she drove into the centre of town, hardly even aware of the light bustle of lunch-time traffic, and did the shopping that would provide the excuse for her trip. All in a strange state of suspended emotion.

Fortunately, when she arrived back and used her front door key to sneak in, it was to discover a note from Asad to say he'd received a reminder to take Prince for his annual vaccination, so she was relieved to find herself with some valuable breathing space. Time to calm down and recover her composure.

She carried her shopping bags into her bedroom and put them on the bed, frowning at the unexpected profusion. Had she really bought so much?

Koshka, whom she had found squeaking at the front door, prowled in and jumped up on the cream bedspread to nose into the interesting crackle of a brown paper bag.

"Oh, you want to have a look, do you? well i know that its a bit much" zoya up-ended the bag and showed the cat the pale lemon-and-white striped top and leggings and the knitted hat that went with it. "That's because we don't know whether it"s a girl or a boy," she said, carefully folding up the tiny outfit, size 0000, and putting it aside to dive into another bag. "But I do have one or two pinks and a few blues..."

Soon the bed was awash with baby clothes and Koshka was lying down with her tail thumping back and forth on the bed spread looking mightily bored with the colourful array. Unable to resist, zoya pulled a cute little bobble hat over the velvety black ears and laughed at the squeak of offended feline dignity. She began to feel it...that long, slow, fizz deep inside, the inner fuse that was about to release an explosion of feelings.

"I suppose I did go a bit mad," said zoya, whisking off the hat as the cat rolled over on its back. "A lot mad," she corrected herself, stacking everything into piles. She fetched an empty suitcase from the bottom of the walk-in wardrobe and unzipped it on the bed. "Totally insane, in fact."

"zoya?" The call coincided with a door slamming somewhere in the house, and by the click of claws on the kitchen tile.

zoya gasped in horror. Quickly she scooped up everything on the bed and stuffed it into the suitcase, slamming the lid shut and turning her back on it, just as Asad burst into the room.

His eyes immediately went to the suitcase. "What's that? What are you doing?" he said hoarsely.

"Nothing," she said quickly, for fear he would try to look. His eyes flashed back to her face, seeing the lie. "Packing your bags? You're leaving, zoya?"

"I""

"Leaving me? Just like that? No discussion...no right of reply?" he said savagely. "What were you going to do, prop a Dear Asad letter on my desk?"

"No""

"How could you? After last night? After what I told you?"

His face changed, went as flat as his eyes, his beautiful voice: "Or is that it? "

"No""

He grabbed her hands and pulled her away from the bed to face him. "Then tell me. What is it? What have I done wrong?"

She sighed. "Nothing. You haven't done anything."

Her sigh seemed to alarm him more than anything else. He laced his fingers through hers, securing her more completely to his cause.

"Don't go. Whatever it is, zoya, don't leave me," he said, sending a piercing arrow of sweetness through her heart. She had never heard him plead before. Even last night, raw and bleeding with emotion, he had not spoken with such fierce desperation. "Talk to me. Please. Just tell me what I can do to stop you. I've let you know the worst of me, but you can't judge me solely on what I've been. I can change, zoya...haven't these past few weeks shown you that? I let you into my life; don't turn around now and shut me out of yours! You can tell me anything. What is it you think I can't handle to hear?"

"That I love you, for one thing," she said, taking her heart in both hands.

He looked stricken. "I know. You told me that last night. But that's not the only thing, is it?"

It was her turn to be stricken. "You know? That's all you have to say?"

His fingers tightened on hers as if he feared she was going to snatch them away. "I'm not good with words""

Her eyes widened. "Asad"you"re a writer."

A muscle flickered along his jaw at her gentle scorn. "I mean at saying them...to you. Other people don't matter."

His discomfort made her heart stutter, then soar. "You're also famous for your wit."

"Wit is a weapon. Love is... It's dangerous... loving people," he said, twining and re-twining their fingers.

"I know, but sometimes you have to do it anyway."

He hunched his shoulders, his face flushing. "For God's sake, zoya, you must know well enough by now I love you," he admitted roughly. "I told you I won't want any woman but you, and I've practically been doing handstands to impress you all month. You're the only woman I've ever wanted to have permanently in my life, to live with.You like it down here at The Beach, don't you? We could move here together, you could free lance and I could write, we could be free"you and me..."

"And baby makes three," she murmured, expecting the in evitable recoil.

He looked down into her upturned face. "Are you saying that you won't marry me if I don't give you children?"

"I" Marry?"

"That's what people who love and trust each other do, don't they?"

"I"I didn't think you were the marrying kind," she stammered.

"You've been wrong about me before. Don't you trust me to love and to cherish you for better and for worse? Why were you seeing the doctor again today, zoya?"

Her eyes dilated. "You saw me?"

He shook his head. "You're living in a small town, sweetheart. Why didn't you tell me you were going? Was it too private?"

She tried to escape his hold, but he wouldn't let her go.

"Don't be frightened to tell me. Are you pregnant, zoya?"

so send me some comments and i will have an epilogue to upload