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Chapter 1
Two months after the events of A Desire So Strange (12 weeks)
"SIXER!" A sweet and extremely loud voice tore across the air of the vast Khan Villa in Mumbai, causing the other three residents to jump in their seats.
"Relax, Zoya. It's just a six," Najma Ahmed Khan said as she tried to calm down the raven-haired beauty next to her.
"It's Dhoni's Six, Tamatar! Not just any six!" Zoya Farooqui replied looking at Najma with an offended look on her face.
Dilshad Ahmed Khan laughed as she watched the two with amusement while drinking her tea evening tea. Zoya huffed and glanced at the clock before her eyes went wide and she immediately ran to the kitchen to discard her pizza box, chips packet, and her coke into the trashcan.
The bell rang only a few seconds later and Zoya whizzed past where Najma and Dilshad were sitting to open the door and welcome the person who was responsible for several sleepless nights and her erratic heartbeats.
"You're late," she said to him softly. Asad Ahmed Khan rolled his eyes and walked into his home, greeting his mother and sister.
"I had a meeting," he told the woman who had stolen his heart.
"See Phuppi. He cares more about his meetings than he cares about Najma, you, or me," Zoya said pouting. Asad turned to raise and eyebrow at her.
"If you've forgotten then let me remind you Ms. Farooqui that I am still the owner of Dilshad Constructions," he said, his eyes twinkling. Zoya stuck her tongue out at him as he turned to head to his room.
Two month had passed since Tanveer's mask of innocence had been lifted and things were slowly getting back to normal with minor changes. A week after Tanveer's arrest, they had shifted from Bhopal to Mumbai due to Asad relocating the head office of Dilshad Constructions. Asad and Zoya had fallen into an easy relationship that still consisted of good-natured banters and several games of hide-and-seek with Najma and Dilshad. The two still hadn't openly told Dilshad about their affections for each other but the Khan matriarch knew better and let it be, waiting for the day that the two would come to seek her blessings themselves.
Zoya sat back down and pouted but her pout soon morphed into a smile as Dhoni hit another six. When Najma and Dilshad had gotten up and went to the kitchen, Zoya took the opportunity and headed to his room. Having long forgotten proper manners, she threw open the door and walked in only to stop dead in her tracks. She stared at him and thanked her Allah Miyaan that this fine piece of man was hers. He had just stepped out of the bathroom from his usual shower and was rubbing his wet hair with a towel, while another towel hung low on his hips.
Asad looked up and couldn't help but smirk at seeing his Zoya standing there staring at him. Discarding the towel he was using to rub his hair dry, he walked to her as she took a step back.
"Mr. Khan," she whispered, surprised.
"Yes, Ms. Farooqui?" He asked as he trapped her petit frame between him and the wall.
"What are you doing?" She breathed. He leaned back and feigned confusion as he looked down at her.
"I thought you were smart Zoya. I was going to kiss you that's what I was doing," he said to her. Zoya blushed and glared at him.
"If you don't want me to-."
Asad suppressed the chuckle as she launched herself onto him, her lips crashing against his in urgency. To have him standing there in a towel was not helping Zoya, considering her condition.
He pulled back and pecked her lips again as she laid her head against his bare chest. Her fingers trailed up and down his abs and Zoya shivered in delight as her fingers dipped across his Adonis' abs.
Asad let her enjoy herself for a while. His control on himself had strengthened since he started to spend time with Zoya in the last month. Their relationship was physical but the two knew their limits and dared not to cross them as they had done once before.
"Zoya, jaan," he said interrupting her moment in the pure heaven of his arms.
"Hmm?" She asked, her hand still trailing all over his torso.
"I'm hungry," he told her.
"I don't care," she said as she rolled her eyes and snuggled against him before she had an idea and she pulled back to look at him coyly. Asad raised his eyebrow at her before he narrowed his eyes.
"Better yet, I'm right here aren't I? You can devour me," she whispered huskily. Asad couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"You are so cute when you try and act seductive," he said to her in between laughter.
Zoya looked at him with bewilderment before she growled and shoved him away, stalking out the room.
"Jaan!" But she didn't listen to him and stalked down to the table to help Dilshad and Najma. He came down a few minutes later and together they sat down for dinner, Zoya ignoring his attempts to try and talk to her.
Castella de Aguada
Meanwhile, a man stood leaning against the walls of the old Castella de Aguada. A woman stood in front of him, her hand held out. Clutched in her hands was a stack of money, crisp notes that felt delightful to the touch.
"Do what you have to, but she mustn't survive," the woman said, her voice soft and gentle.
The man eyed her blankly before he reached out gloved hand and accepted the offered money before nodding and departing.
Light blue eyes watched him go before a wry grin spread over her beautiful features.
"You won't be able to protect her for long, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan," she whispered into the still darkness of the night.
New Delhi
She sat down on the bed in shock. Her eye glued to the TV screen that was displaying the breaking news. Glancing to her phone that was sitting next to her, she stood up and quickly headed to her the storeroom to bring out her suitcase. Throwing in whatever meagre clothing she had, she dialled the number to her best friend and sister for all purposes.
"Hello?"
"It's me. I'm coming to Mumbai," she said into the receiver.
"Are you serious? When? How?" Her friend asked her voice high pitched in excitement.
"Can I stay at your place?" She asked.
"You don't even need to ask! I can't wait until you come! When are you coming? How'd you decide to come?"
"I'll explain when I get there tomorrow. See you," she said before ending the call. Taking a final look at her house for the past year, she headed out the door and hailed a cab for the airport.
I'm baaackkk!!! Did ya miss me? I know I missed all my ArIyans and the AsYans (are those even words? No? Well now they are. đł). I originally left this FF unfinished because of all the crazy stuff happening in my life but now I'm back and my writer's block is finally gone for this one (more like thank god I found my diary with my scribbles). All the previous 10 (or was it 11?) chapters will be loaded back up and hopefully we'll embark on a crazy journey (again) with more readers (maybe, if they even remember me đ). For now, enjoy the first chapter. The rest will come up in the next few days...damn...that makes it 3 ongoing stories..EEK!
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