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First a Happy Diwali to you all.
Secondly, I don't have much to say, only this that the following chapter contains mature content and reader discretion is advised. I have marked that portion in bold so anyone who wants to skip it will know where to stop reading and where to start again.
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Chapter 5
Zoya woke up to someone shaking her. She was sweating and shaking. She got up with a start and found Asad leaning over her.
"Zoya you were having a nightmare," Asad said with his hands on her shoulders.
"They will kill me... They will kill me... They will kill me too.."
Asad stood there, watching her talk in a state of shock. As much as he tried to calm her she didn't stop talking. "I remember now, it was the blood... and seeing Ali's body covered in it. He died... Protecting me Asad. He had a wife and two children and now... Now they have been left without a father... because of me," she was crying again. He sat down beside her and took her in his arms to try and comfort her.
"Zoya there was nothing you could have done to save them. They knew the dangers of the jobs they held and by giving their lives they became heros to those in the profession and to their families." She nodded her head in agreement but was still sacred to be alone in the room. Looking at him she said "Please don't leave me, I'm afraid of being alone, could you please stay here until I fall asleep again," she asked him wiping the tears from her eyes?
Asad sat down beside her and took her in his arms cuddling her head in the crook of his neck. He could well understand what she was going through, she had seen death from near and knew she couldn't trust anyone easily. But why did she trust him? And why did he feel this compulsion to protect her. Shaking his head to clear it off these questions he nodded his head and answered her "Of course I'll stay. Go back to sleep Zoya. You're safe now." He said helping her lay down.
Asad was strangely taken by this woman. He liked the smart way she had thought out her escape, that told him that even in a crisis she managed to think with a level head no matter how scared she had been. There was also something vulnerable about her that made him want to shelter and protect her. He noticed that the black hair she now had suited her more then her natural brown had. Her brown hair would have suited her more had she had some bronze highlights in it he thought. She had a pretty round face with the blackest eyes he had ever seen on anyone. Asad stared down at her as she slept, she had full lips, the kind you just wanted to kiss. They sort of pouted making a man want to kiss the softness of them. He was shocked to feel his member rising. What the hell was the matter with him, she trusted him to keep her safe from harm and here he was wanting to kiss her and take her to that wonderful world of passion.
She was sleeping, he should leave right now before anymore lustful thoughts entered his head. It had been months since he had been with a woman and his body was reacting to the beauty that lay in front of him, deep in her sleep. He wanted to lay down beside her, cuddle her and fulfill every desire his mind and body could image. He closed his eyes trying to control his thoughts that seemed to have gone out of control watching her sleep so peacefully. His thoughts though drifted to Tanveer, she was a beautiful woman and could have graced the cover of any fashion magazine, but she was also a gold digger. He had married her, thinking she loved him as much as he had her at the time. Within a few months he'd learnt better. The only thing she loved about him was his money and what it could do for her. The detective in him made him gather up some dirt on her before he filed for divorce. He wasn't going to let her end up with half of his fortune if he could help it. She'd loved to tell her friends how she had tricked him into marrying her, he had gotten her on video tape three times telling different friends that little tidbit of information. He also got pictures of her with a male friend at a nearby motel. When he finally filed for divorce and went to court she got nothing. When the judge handed down his judgement she flew into a rage throwing her lawyers brief case at him and calling him a rotten bas***d.
Over the years he had become hard, he trusted no woman with his heart and when one hinted around about them living together he broke it off quickly. He dated a couple of women on a semi regular basis and they both knew the score, he wasn't interested in marriage nor living together. He closed his eyes, the smell of Zoya's hair the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.
He woke up with a raging hard on and he realised that his hand was cupping her naked bossom. Sometime during the night he had managed to slip his hand under her t-shirt. It had ridden above her hips, thanks to his wandering hand and he could feel her nakedness through the material of his pajama bottoms. If that wasn't bad enough Zoya's hand was laying against his member and every time she moved, it would move with her. He couldn't help himself, it seemed like his hand had a mind of it's own as his fingertip lightly brushed against her hardened peak. She moaned and moved her hips towards him. She was still asleep and Asad was desperately trying to figure out how he could move his hand away without waking her. He moved his hand just slightly then stopped when hers began caressing him. Oh hell she was dreaming of being with someone and his body was reacting. He tried to move his hand again and this time hers grabbed his, moving it back up to her bossom.
"You started this, please finish it," she said softly.
She had opened her eyes partially, her look dreamy and needing. She pressed his hand against her bossom encouraging him to carry on with his caresses. She moved her hand back down to his bulging member and slipped it inside the opening of his pajama bottoms. She wrapped her hand around his member and began to stroke him slowly. Asad couldn't help but respond to Zoya's caresses, even if he had wanted to his body wasn't about to let him deny the pleasure he was feeling. Zoya turned so that she was leaning on his chest, her face even with his.
"Do you need instructions," she asked him just before planting her lips on his?
Asad moved quickly pushing her down onto her back, never taking his lips from hers. Her mouth was so soft and pliable to his kisses, her tongue dueling with his building on both of their passions. His hand massaged her bossom, his fingertips teasing the peak into hardness. It had been to long since Zoya had felt the caress of a mans hands on her body. Her desire had sprung forth like the spring blossoms on the trees, reaching out for that warmth to make them flourish and grow. His kisses filled her with that wanton desire you feel when you can no longer control the urges your body is making. Kissing had always been an integral part of fanning the flames inside her into a raging fire. If a mans kiss didn't strike the spark to ignite the flame inside her then he would never be able to fill her with desire. She had dated a couple of men over the years since her divorce. But they hadn't been able to start that fire and she had ended the relationships before they even began because of the lack of spark. Asad wasn't a hurried up lover, taking the time to bring her arousal to it's peak before thinking of his own gratification. Zoya wasn't selfish either and felt lovemaking was a two way street. She would always give as good as she got in return.
"Zoya are you sure? I feel like I'm taking advantage of you!"
Zoya lay there looking into his eyes. It was more like her taking advantage of him. Men like Asad, very seldom were attracted to women who looked like Zoya. She could see a tall, beautiful, young woman wrapped in his arms, a woman of breeding, from money, someone who could model for one of those Big Beautiful Women Catalogs. Not somebody who lived paycheck to paycheck, who worked a forty hour week.
"I don't know which one of us started this? We can blame it on the circumstances of us just feeling like anyone else who might find themselves in the same circumstances that we were in last night. We can even blame it on the natural urges our bodies feel being this close to each other. It really doesn't matter to me the why's or wherefores of it. I just know it has been a very long time since I have felt desire or wanted to share it with someone until now." She said, softly caressing his cheek with her hand.
Asad rolled over onto his back looking up at the ceiling.
"I understand that Zoya but I still feel as if I'm taking advantage of the vulnerable state you're in."
Zoya leaned up on her elbow and looked down on his handsome face. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that no matter what he said he was still aroused. She reached down taking him firmly in her hand before she spoke to him.
"I don't care Asad, I won't feel guilty and neither should you. You can put all the blame on me because I'm not willing to deny myself something that I very much want and need."
She gave him no time to answer her as she immediately leaned in and kissed him on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her on top of himself and then tangled his hand in her hair, holding her head firmly while their lips danced a dance of their own. Her mouth worked it's magic on his for a long time, making Asad clutch at her shoulders trying to get her to stop before he lost all control. He gently pushed her off him flipping her on her back. He had her arms pinned down onto the mattress as he leaned down kissing her hungrily and deeply. He forced his tongue in her mouth forcing hers to surrender to his ardent kisses. Still holding her down he broke the kiss and placed his mouth on her neck. He heard Zoya's indrawn breath as he sucked on her soft skin. She immediately became all soft and pliable, melting under his attention to her soft spots. Her breathing quickened as he continued with the attention that he paid to every part of her body. In an attempt to touch and fell each other, they literally tore away clothing from their bodies and as they lay back, her legs parted under him, making place for him in the most intimate way and with one strong stroke he felt them become one, joining together as so many others have done through the history of mankind.
Asad was positive that the majority of people who came together did not make love, instead they just mated as man and animals have done since the beginning of time. He hadn't made love to a woman since the first three months he was married to Tanveer. He had slept with them yes, but to make love to a woman you had to feel love for her. Anything else was just lust and the need to release pent up desire. Yet in all these years he had never felt guilt until today. He couldn't fight the passion Zoya had ignited in him, his body wouldn't let him deny it, but he still felt guilty about acting on those impulses and for enjoying them.
They were both close to coming to the end of the passionate journey they were on, when the alarms went off in the house. Asad jumped up off of Zoya and they both glanced at the TV to see what had set the alarms off. A black car was coming up the driveway and Asad could clearly see three men in the car.
"Hurry Zoya, get in the safe room," he said pulling her quickly to her feet. Grabbing onto her t shirt she quickly threw it over her head and they hurried downstairs where Zoya opened the door to the safe room while Asad waited to answer the door. Once she was locked safely inside, he went over to turn on the coffee pot. Whoever was coming he wanted them to think he had just gotten up and was having his morning coffee. Zoya's heart was racing as she watched the monitors on the wall. She heard the doorbell ring then watched as Asad moved from the kitchen to the living room entryway where he opened the door to the three men standing there. "Asad Ahmed Khan?"
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