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Chapter 34

"Asad, wake up" Zoya shouted, drying her hair with a towel. She twisted her lips seeing him stir in his sleep pulling the duvet over his head. She shook her head at his reflection in the background. "And he calls me a drama queen" She rolled her eyes. Her eyes went over her phone. "Hey Armaan, yeah I have faxed you everything. Everything cool? Ahh right okay, I will make some phone calls either today or tomorrow. No problem" She placed the phone on the table and turned around with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She threw the towel towards the chair knowing it would annoy him when he wakes up. She sat down on the bed next to him and slowly pulled the duvet down his face.
"Asad, wake up. You have work in an hour" She pleaded in a whisper, he faced the other way.

"Later" He tried to pull the duvet from her hands but she held it with force. He grunted still refusing to open his eyes.

"Asad, stop being stubborn. Get up, come on. I have to make breakfast" She pleaded letting go of the duvet while he clutched it against his chest.

"2 more minutes" He mumbled turning to his side. Zoya shook her head taking her hair to one side leaning forward and holding it over his face. She mentally did a countdown watching the water slowly drip onto his face. His forehead creased in irritation as his hand came flying towards his cheek to wipe it off. Zoya looked up at the ceiling giving up.

"Akdu Ahmed Khan, get your ass up now" Zoya scolded him; she watched his lips move trying not to smile. She grabbed the duvet and wrapped it over his head; Asad's hand came out from the sides and grabbed her waist turning over with her. "What on earth?" Zoya spoke stunned feeling the duvet over her face with him pinning her down. He removed the duvet off her finding her struggling to breathe underneath. He chuckled seeing an annoyed expression on her face, he reached forward and kissed her forehead.

"Good morning Mrs Khan" Asad grinned at his wife, Zoya looked at him warningly. He moved off the bed and stood up brushing his hair back while Zoya sat up fixing her hair.

"Are we done?" She asked him sternly. He nodded putting an end to his drama. She pointed towards the bathroom; he nodded obediently and walked off towards the bedroom. He stopped when his eyes fell on what she was actually wearing. She wore a smoky coloured chiffon saree wrapped perfectly around her body. His eyes widened seeing her bare back as she moved around to fix the bed. He sighed in admiration. He came towards her and pulled her shoulder making her spin around a few times before landing in his arms half dangling off the floor. He closed his eyes hearing her shriek, she blinked at his face.
"What on earth is wrong with you Asad Ahmed Khan?" She asked baffled, he opened his eyes and stared at her.

"I just can't seem to get enough of admiring you Mrs Zoya Ahmed Khan" He replied in the same tone as her. She reached for his neck with both of her hands and pretended to strangle him. "I hate that I love you so much that I cannot even pretend to strangle you" She rolled her eyes. Asad laughed at her expressions before picking her up and hugging her tightly.

"I don't want to go to work" He breathed out. She kissed his neck.

"Asad, you are allowed to take days off. It is your own business. What's wrong though? You're usually not like this?" She pulled back and placed her hand on his cheek.

"I don't know, I feel unusual today." He shrugged his shoulders. She moved her hand over his forehead.

"You do feel warm." She spoke worriedly. "You know what, take the day off." She brushed her thumb over his cheek pressing her eyes at him. "I hope you're not coming down with anything." She reached up and placed her cheek against his clutching him against her. She pulled back feeling his arm wrap around her waist so that she could lean back. "Okay, are you satisfied now? Why did you have to get wet under the rain the other night? You were in the office all day yesterday working non-stop." Zoya ranted while he just stared at her face.

"Zoya, you said the rain was romantic. So I-" Zoya placed her hand over his mouth knowing he was going to give her a long, annoying explanation that she wasn't going to like.

"Go freshen up. I will make you breakfast. I think you might need to take something for this temperature before it gets worse." She brushed both of her hands over his cheeks worriedly.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded at her before slowly letting her go and walking into the bathroom. Zoya stared at the bathroom door concerned. He doesn't usually do this; he is definitely coming down with something. She fixed the bed and headed towards the kitchen.

"Good morning Ammi, are you okay? How come you're up so early?" Zoya kissed her cheek finding her sat on the dining table. "Sorry, I'll just make breakfast now." She started getting busy in the kitchen.

"It's okay Zoya, me and Humeira are popping out now. We are going to do breakfast outside today." Dilshad explained with excitement. Zoya turned around and faced her with a surprised look on her face.

"You what?" Zoya asked again.

"Shopping!" Humeira squealed running towards the table.

"HAWW? Without me? When was this plan made?" Zoya frowned.

"Last night. I have a few things to buy and so did she" Dilshad told her. "You can come too." Zoya went into deep thought.

"No, you guys go. I don't think Asad is feeling too well. I'm going to stay here just in case he needs anything." Zoya told them. Dilshad shot up from her seat.

"What happened? Is he okay?" She asked worriedly, Humeira nodded at her question. She pressed her eyes at them.

"Just a temperature, I think. Don't worry, I am here" Zoya held Dilshad's hand to assure her.

"He got wet in the rain the other day." Dilshad said thoughtfully.

"I know Ammi, I told him to just call a mechanic but no he insisted on fixing the car himself in the rain" Zoya shook her head disappointingly. Asad pressed his forehead hearing their conversation walking out of the room. Humeira pressed her lips to contain her laughter, Zoya warned her with her eyes to shut up.

"He has you, he will be fine" Dilshad smiled.

"Ammi, whatever your daughter in law has said, don't believe any of it" Asad wrapped his arm over his mother's shoulders and assured her. "I am fine" He watched Zoya raise her eyebrow.

"You don't feel fine" Dilshad's hand went over his forehead. "You were at work all day yesterday. Asad why did you get out in the rain to fix your car. This is just..."

"Ammi, he will be fine. I'm here. You both go and get your luxurious breakfast and shop" Zoya assured Dilshad pushing her towards the front door.

"Bye guys!" Humeira waved back at them getting into the car with Dilshad. Zoya smiled at them both before closing the door.

"You're here?" Asad smirked sitting down and picking up the newspaper. Zoya tried not to look too worried seeing his hands go over his forehead.

"Don't start now" She chided making a cup of ginger tea and placing it in front of him.

"Zoya, coffee please?" He looked up at her. She ran her fingers through his hair before caressing his forehead with the back of her fingers. She nodded.
"Thanks" He kissed the back of her hand.

"Eat something and get back into bed." Zoya told him applying butter to his toast. She turned around with two plates in her hand and placed them in front of him.

"The bed that you were fighting to get me out of?" He asked her, his voice overflowing with sarcasm.

"I didn't know..." Her voice trailed off not finding an excuse.

"That is why, every morning, you are a meant to place your hand over my head lovingly" He picked her hand up and placed it on his forehead, "And kiss me awake. You didn't do that today so you didn't know" He pressed his lips together seeing her face. He was really enjoying this. He loved annoying her.

"No, we're not going to do that Asad. Stop it, you're doing this on purpose" She bit into her toast aggressively knowing that he was annoying her on purpose.

"Me fixing the car in the rain, wow Zoya, how did you come up with that?" He asked getting back to his newspaper.

"Because Ammi really wants to know that you decided to test my rain is romantic" theory. Right?" She threw at him. "Tamater, come eat" She motioned with her hands finding her rush down the stairs.

"Late for my classes" Najma tapped her watch. Zoya quickly wrapped an aloo paratha and ran towards her.

"I will drop you off." Asad offered from the table.

"Thanks bhabie" She took the wrapped paratha off her, "It's fine Bhaijaan, I got it. Byeee!" She ran through the door.

"That girl is always in a rush" Asad shook his head. Zoya nodded in agreement.

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"Asad?" Zoya whispered softly, but she heard no answer. She was sat against the window ledge with a book in her hand. She faced sideways to find him fast asleep. She threw her legs over and walked towards him. She brushed her hand over his head and pulled the duvet over him properly. She kissed his forehead. Her head shot back towards her ringing phone.

"Hey" She held the phone against her ear and ran out of the room closing the door shut behind her. "What happened?"

"Hey, you okay?" Asim asked from the other side.

"I'm fine. Asad has just come down with a fever. How are you?" She asked back, sitting down on the sofa.

"Oh no, hope is okay. I'm okay thanks." He replied. The line went silent, Zoya stared at her phone.

"Are you still alive?" She joked, he laughed on the other side. "I know why you rang me. I haven't told him anything yet, I just cannot seem to bring it up. I don't know how he will react. I just don't know..." Zoya sighed.

"I know, it's okay don't worry. I will speak to him. I just don't know how I feel wanting to make him my brother in law instead of him being just my best friend's husband" He chuckled.

"Oi, that is my husband you're talking about. You're lucky that you will be related to him" Zoya praised her husband. "What did aapi say? I couldn't speak to her properly."

"She will speak to your mother in law" Asim replied.

"Your future mother in law." She corrected him, "And my mother." She smiled breathing out a sigh. Everything was going to be fine. She will try to speak to him soon. "I will speak to Ammi tonight and Asad too. He is unwell so I don't even want to bring it up today but when I feel like the time is right, I will speak to him. And tamater, I need to speak to her as well." Zoya closed her eyes realising she had a lot of people to talk to.

"It's okay Zoya, I know these things take time. I will do everything in my power to make sure everything is okay and done correctly. I promise I won't let you down, you have done so much for me already." Asim spoke thankfully; he really appreciated everything Zoya has done for him.

"I know you won't let Najma down. I have faith in you" Zoya smiled. "You take care of yourself. Armaan wants to speak to you, give him a ring. And just be patient, everything will sort out, I will make sure it is. It's just been crazy sorting out Ayaan and Humeira's wedding." Zoya explained.

"I understand, don't worry. I will give him a call now. I heard about the new deal in India, you want me to join you next month?" He asked her.

"We will see when it comes to it. I still need to get in touch with them. Right now, I don't even know what I am doing, I am not busy or anything, my head just feels like it's going to burst. The conference and the meeting will last a few days so I'm guessing your company would be much appreciated."

"Always at your service boss. Take care please, bye." Asim joked before hanging up. Zoya laughed placing the phone down and picking up the laptop. She decided to send an email to Digitech Industries as she did not want to speak to any one of them right now. She jumped up and ran towards her room to check on Asad before coming back and sitting down. She held the phone against her ears while typing away on the laptop.

"Ammi, where are you both?" Zoya asked hearing her pick up on the other side. "What, you're going to see aapi now?" She shook her head, "are you both not tired?" She laughed. "Okay, no, what today? Is Ayaan with you? Is she coming too? Do you want me to come over?" She glanced towards her room door while listening to her mother reply to her questions. Shireen and Rashid have gone over to Zeenat's house to discuss a few things regarding the wedding. She knew the adults will be able to handle it but she wanted to be there with Asad. "No problem, if you need anything, just give me a ring. Okay, bye." She hung up and concentrated on the email.

"Zoya?" She heard Asad's soft call, her head snapped towards him. He stood near the door wrapped in a thick woollen shawl. She was about to get up but he shook his head in a no and came towards her. She quickly sent the email and glanced at her husband to see if he needed anything. She watched him curl up on the sofa placing his head on her lap. She brushed her hand over his head and caressed his forehead.

"You need anything? Do you want to eat something?" Zoya bent forward and whispered softly into his ears. Asad slowly opened his eyes,

"You're all I need." He replied looking up at her. She kissed his forehead caressing his cheek.

"I'm here. You sleep" She brushed her hand over his eyes and closed them. She looked over at the laptop and picked it up onto the side of the sofa. Her eyes went over her husband sleeping peacefully in her lap; her one hand caressed his head. His temperature was increasing; he didn't like wet towels on his forehead so she couldn't even do that. She sighed pondering over whether she should call the doctor or not. She looked over at the laptop screen; she received a reply straight away to her email. She re-read the email a few times trying to understand what it actually said. The signature on the bottom seemed so familiar, she couldn't figure out where she saw it. She brushed away all her thoughts and opened a new email to confirm the dates on the email. She closed the laptop shut once she was done and sighed. She kissed Asad's forehead again wondering what she was going to do about Asim and Najma.

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"Ammi, can I speak to you?" Zoya knocked on the door entering her room to find her busy folding some of the wedding clothes.

"Yes, beta. Come on in. How is he?" Dilshad asked her.

"Better than yesterday. The doctor just came and went again. I didn't want to bother you; you were resting after praying so thought will let you know what he says after you get up. He said he will come by in the morning again to check on him." Zoya explained sitting down next to her. "Don't worry nothing serious. His fever is just a little stubborn, it's because he has been overworking himself and then got wet under the rain when he stubbornly went and tried to fix the car. He went to work the next morning and didn't take care of himself. Your son is stubborn Ammi."

"I know" Dilshad laughed. "What's up, tell me." She turned around to face her. Zoya leaned her head towards the door.

"Tamater, come inside." She called her. Najma hesitated behind the door not knowing what she should do. She entered the room looking down at the floor. "Come sit here next to me" She reached for her hand and pulled her to sit down next to her.

"What happened, will one of you tell me." Dilshad asked worriedly.

"Ammi, our tamater is in love" Zoya started not knowing how to word any of this. She felt Najma's hold on her tighten. Dilshad's face lightened up hearing the word love before creasing in the next moment. "Okay, before you decide anything... listen to me."

"Who is he?" She stopped Zoya with her question..

"Asim" Zoya closed on eye, scared of her reaction. Dilshad got up, Zoya followed her. "Ammi, they both really love each other. Asim is a nice guy, he will keep her happy. They both... Ammi" Zoya put her hand out trying to explain to her but Dilshad didn't face her.

"Is this true?" Dilshad asked Najma. Najma shook her head in a no, Zoya made eyes at her, Najma nodded to her. "Well?" Dilshad turned to face her.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Ammi, I won't love him, it's okay..." Najma burst into tears. Zoya and Dilshad exchanged glances. Dilshad burst out laughing.

"It's okay beta." She came towards her and held her shoulders picking her up. "Asim is a wonderful boy. I couldn't have thought of a better guy for my daughter" She nodded cupping her face and brushing away her tears.

"But bhaijaan..." Najma whispered.

"Don't worry your Zoya bhabie is here. She will speak to him" Dilshad comforted her, Zoya's mouth opened wide.

"Haww, no Ammi. The whole point of this was for you to speak to him." Zoya said stubbornly. Dilshad faced Zoya with one of her arm wrapped around Najma.

"He is your husband" Dilshad told her, Najma laughed wiping away her tears.

"I know he is, but he is your son" Zoya sat down on the bed in deep thought.

"Stop worrying, I know Asad too likes Asim, he is a nice boy" Dilshad caressed her daughter's face. "I can't believe it is time for me to give you away" She teared up.

"Ammi, no crying please. It is not time for her to go yet." Zoya got up and placed her hand over the mother-daughter duo. "Okay, shall we think of a back-up plan?" She asked them nervously. They both nodded, "Silent treatment?" They both nodded at her before hi-fiving her.

"Not fair, why are you all plotting against jeeju for?" Humeira entered the room startling them.

"Now now Humeira, we women have to stick together!" Zoya placed her hand over her shoulder and dragged her into the circle.

"I would advise Asim to come speak to jeeju. Speak to him directly and ask for Najma's hand." Humeira spoke thoughtfully. Najma covered her face while Zoya and Dilshad looked at each other.

"Your jeeju needs to get well first." Zoya sighed, "Ammi I will come back up and help you with those clothes. I am going to go down and check on Asad."

"it's fine. We will do that. You stay with bhaijaan" Najma assured her. Zoya nodded and went out of the room. She took a deep breath staring at her empty house. She was glad she told Dilshad everything, she felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders. Why was she so worried? She knew Asad, she will be able to speak to him and convince him. He is her husband after all. And she is Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. She obviously has a longer name than him.

She entered her room to find Asad awake and leaning against the bed. She shook her head.

"You are ill, so no work. What is this Asad? You usually don't want to go to work and now that you're not. Because YOU.ARE.ILL. You want to work now? Put that phone down and look at me." She scolded Asad as he stared at her going from loving wife-mode to scary wife-mode.

"I am looking at you" His voice came out hoarse. She placed her hand on her waist.

"You are impossible." She stormed towards him kneeling on the bed and grabbing the phone off him.

"Zoya, that was important. Just one message, please?" He tried to reach for it but she held it behind her. "Okay, you send it for me then. Please?" He pouted, she nodded coming forward and leaning against his chest. His arms wrapped around to cradle her, she held the phone in between them. "Post-pone the construction site inspection to end of next week. Send out an email to the all the new contractors regarding the new rules and regulations. Thanks Prasad" Asad dictated while Zoya typed away on the phone.

"Thank you Prasad, you are a star" Zoya repeated typing away before showing it to him. He looked at her, she smiled widely at him. He nodded at her to send it.

"Thank you for everything" He kissed her forehead. She has not slept properly for the last two nights because of him. Her sleep constantly broke to see if he wanted or needed anything. She also placed a few wet towels on his forehead. She was so worried about his temperature that he couldn't even protest against those wet towels. She has been running in and out of the room, and he knew she was exhausted.

"Thank you for what?" Her hands turned both ways on his chest and neck to make sure his temperature was down. The side of her head felt warm against his chest, she moved back and felt his forehead.

"I'm feeling much better doctor. And for your sleepless nights" His grip tightened around her.

"Side by side forever Asad. Don't you dare thank me again. This is nothing compared to everything you have done for me. I have promised to love and care for you forever. I feel lucky that I have gotten the chance to look after you, because it is always you going out of your way to make sure I am okay." She kissed his chest. He pecked the top of her head.

"What have I missed?" Asad asked her. Her eyes went wide, she pulled away and looked at him.

"Why, who told you what?" She questioned.

"Oh my drama queen. I'm asking you, what have I missed. Do you want to come back into my arms?" He held his hand out to her. She nodded suspiciously before slowly resting against his chest. "So I'm guessing something did happen?" She was about to get up but he held onto her tightly to stop her from moving.

"No, no of course not. I er"

"Zoya"

"I confirmed the dates for that conference the other day. It's just after the wedding, will you be okay without me?"

"How many days?" He asked her. He should have asked how many minutes.

"Four days." She replied amused.

"I will manage somehow, for the sake of your business." He smiled not wanting to think about the future just yet.

"Okay, if you say so" She laughed. She looked up at him. "Asad, can I ask you something?"

"Why do you sound so unsure?"

"No, I mean... I was thinking about tamater's marriage..." Zoya started unsure, she wasn't so sure if her voice even came out.

"Tamater?" He sounded shocked at her suggestion, "Why do you have someone in mind?" Zoya pulled away surprised.

"Yeah I-" She glanced over at her phone that started ringing; she stared at it until it stopped. "I have" Asad's eyes moved towards the phone again, she followed irritated. "Asad look at me..."

"I think you should get that. Go" He motioned with his head. She nodded in defeat and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" She got off the bed and walked towards the window; she looked back at Asad and pouted. He held his hand in front of his face and demonstrated his fingers for her to smile. She faked a smile at him.

"Hello Mrs Khan, this is Sameer calling from Digitech Industries. How are you today?" The voice greeted her on the other side.

"Hi there, I am okay thank you. How are you?" She replied leaning against the window ledge and playing her eyebrows at Asad.

"I'm good thank you. Now I know you must wondering why I have called you" Zoya nodded into her phone, Asad laughed. "Haha, I don't know why I just imagined you nodded. Okay, Sir was wondering when you could arrange a day to meet him next him. I know the conference is next month; he wanted to meet you and confirm a few details with you as he is going Bhopal for a few meetings. Since you're going to be partners for the next project, he wanted to see you." He explained.

"Next week, erm, yeah I can do that." She confirmed seeing Asad nod. "You just email or text me the address and details. I will get back to you. Yeah?"

"That's fine. Thank you for your time madam. You take care, bye." Sameer hung up. Zoya placed the phone on silent and sat back on the bed.

"You know that project Armaan was talking about? Well these guys want to meet me next week before the conference. In between all of this wedding madness, I knew this would happen. I need to retire asap" Asad laughed seeing her look up at the ceiling.

"You will manage beautifully like you always do." He assured her.

"Because you're here." She smiled at him. "Okay enough talk, I'm going to bring you food." She got up, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"I'll come out..."

"Asad please, you're not well. Dinner in bed for you today mister" She said adamantly.

"No, I have been stuck here for two days. I want to go out there and eat with you all." He also knew how to be stubborn.

"Okay, come on then." She got up and put her hand out towards him.

"Zoya, I can walk you know." He laughed placing his feet onto the floor.

"Yeah, well. Just in case you have forgotten. Come on" She played her fingers in front of him; he put his hand on hers and got up. He wrapped his arm around her and walked towards the bathroom.

"You know I would love for you to come into the bathroom with me in other circumstances, but that doctor doctor look on your face is telling me that I should go in there by myself." She hit his back. "Hitting your patients now." She gave up on his teasing and walked out of the room.

"Do whatever you want" She shouted back.

"Phew!" He wiped his forehead and went inside to freshen up. He walked out minutes later to find her sitting on the bed with his kurta in her hand. "Are you going to strip me naked?"

"You mister, need to behave!" Zoya waved her finger pointing at him. He laughed walking towards her unbuttoning his top and removing it off him. She got onto the bed and held the kurta on top of his head before helping him put it on.

"Thank you Mrs Khan" He hooked his hand around her neck and pecked her lips.

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Asad rested against the sofa and closed his eyes momentarily. His temperature had gone down but he felt horrible. He could hear Zoya and Humeira rummaging through the kitchen while Najma sat on the floor in front of him doing some work staring at the TV in front of her. That was obviously going to do a world of good for her. He heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it." Zoya shouted for him to sit back down and relax. She opened the door and stared at Asim in front of her.

"Hi" He waved awkwardly pushing past her and walking inside. She stretched forward to see if Zeenat and Anwar were behind him but there was no one else out there. "It's just me Zoe" Asim smiled at her as she gawked at him, with wide eyes. She tilted her head sideways to look at Asad who got up from his seat; Asim copied her and blocked her view. She straightened up instantly, she did not like the look on her friend's face.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asad shook Asim's hand.

"I should be asking you. How are you feeling?" Asim spoke concerned. Asad motioned with his hand to sit down,

"I'm feeling better than before thanks" Asad found it weird seeing Asim hesitating to sit down. "What's up are you okay?" Zoya covered her face. Najma awkwardly gathered all her work and rushed upstairs.

"Can I speak to you privately?" Asim spoke in a serious tone.

"No you can't, he isn't well." Zoya rushed to Asad's side.

"No, it's fine Zoya. Sure, come on inside" Asad nodded towards his room. Zoya shook her head in a no to Asim, Asad watched her weird behaviour. He placed his hand over hers on his arm and assured her, her attention moved from Asim to Asad. She stared into his eyes.
"I'll be right back" He said softly before walking into his room behind Asim. He turned to close the door to find Zoya's forehead creased and her chanting prayers nervously. What has he missed?

XOXO

Is the other guy Zaheer

Aww my poor baby is sick

Loved the update
Zoya is such a caring wife...
How will Asad react upon learning about Najma and Asim...?

I'm worried about Zoya going for that conference...will she be in danger of that guy wanting revenge..?
Please keep her safe...