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Aju

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Posted: 10 years ago

#911

Originally posted by: Kanwal4salman

ye wala emoticon mat bhej

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KostinsQueen

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Posted: 10 years ago

#912

RES
UNRES...

Nayuuu...mere PD ( Pyaari Dushman 😆 😆)

Dear You wrote amazing ...while reading i experienced Nostalgia about QH..AsYa one of my fav jodis...

Unspoken Words...the apt title for the story dear...the title itself said that there are many words in the heart of Asad & Zoya which yet to be spoken to each other & to them selves...Asad as usual stubborn & firm...Zoya bubbly,cuty,lovely... You had clearly explained in Part 1 the unacceptable relation between them & the struggle they have to do each other daily .Part 2 clearly protrayed all the family characters & their will to keep AsYa together .Part 3was little bit funnier with Mathew but that turned to a emotional one ...which showed the emotional side of Asad too.

Coming to Part 4 , which brings twist to the story & zoya realizing that there was other angle of Asad which he buried forever , Part 5 again the conflicts between them was very well written.Part 6 ,showcasing the past life of Asad ,his past love , Part 7 ...Zoya's determination to know about Asad's past & Asad Blurting out his anger ..presenting the reason for his hatred & anger towards her ...Part 8..My fav ...Armaan coming into light , Zoya's funny mingling with him which made Asad Jealous.

Part 9 went deep into their hearts which clearly showed that they have only hatred towards each other & how they were being suffocated to be with each other... Asad's slap to stranger shows that he can't be physical with a girl ...that too his wife portrayed how gentle Asad is no matter what he is trying to hurt Zoya.Also showed that they may hate each other to the core but they can't display their difference to the family which showed the dignity of a wife & husband.

My Fav Part 10 ...Regular hubby-wifey fights & sensible asad trying to lower his wife's voice so that his mom won't hear ...inorder to make her calm they both ended in a KISS...Unacceptable Kiss...Unwilling Kiss...which made both of them more far from each other.Again Armaan's presence brought some jealousy in asad & their quarrels & warnings to each other about Zoya's mobile , clearly showed that neither of them will back off.Both are stubborn in mind ...indirectly displayed that both were stubborn not to hear other's heart & not to express their feelings to each other.

Nayu dear ...what can i say ?? u presented each & every point so sensibly ...i read all this parts in one go till late night .Thanks for sending this story & thanks for making me to read this.Thanking for giving me the feel of one of my Fav Jodi AsYa's presence , once again for remembering their nok-jhoks...Luv u for this dear...Keep writing...

P.S : You really know how to keep readers on Cliff hanger , Do update fast & clear the MU between Asya pretty fast dear ...

Love,
Suhasini

Edited by hasinig89 - 10 years ago

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sj_qh_kabhi

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Posted: 10 years ago

#913

Omg they argue and fight soo much
I felt bad for zoya when she was crying
Asad is too much sometimes
Loved their kiss though..;)
So will she really stand in the rain
Asad will get her in before its too late.. I hope
Awesome update
Next update soon plz
Can't wait to read more

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 10 years ago

#914

Originally posted by: hasinig89
RES

unres soon 😉

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 10 years ago

#915

Originally posted by: cutie15
Omg they argue and fight soo much
I felt bad for zoya when she was crying
Asad is too much sometimes
Loved their kiss though..;)
So will she really stand in the rain
Asad will get her in before its too late.. I hope
Awesome update
Next update soon plz
Can't wait to read more

thank u dear😊
happy u liked it..
yeah they fight too much..
u will find that in next update that she will be in rain or not??
going too update soon..

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 10 years ago

#916

Originally posted by: asyafreva
Oh my God!

He harbours such a strong hatred for her...

I feel really bad for her... Asad should clear his misunderstanding first...

Update real soon

yeah he is acting too much hard ..
thanks ..they will clear all that soon...

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 10 years ago

#917

Originally posted by: sweet_tehs
Iss kehte hai update wo bhi mast wala..
Enjoyed reading the whole part..
Awesome.

Thanks Aapi..😊

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 10 years ago

#918

Originally posted by: msingh27
Beautiful update...love asya nokh jhok..am loving how asad is teasing zoya & getting on her nerves
can't wait for the next chapter to see Zoya's reaction to his last comment..that was hilarious
thank you for the pm
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thank u so much 😊
glad u are loving asya fights..

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 10 years ago

#919

hey all🤗 well thank u so much for amazing response on last update..i get it u guys like Asya fights too much...😉...so here again i m with next part of this ff..hope u guys will love it like same as last one😊

Enjoy Reading

Part 11
After Asad was done with his work, he stood up and stretched himself. He heard a beep sound. His eyes fell on Zoya's mobile on the sight table. Picking it up, he saw that her sister Aisha had sent her a message;
"Why aren't you picking up my calls??? I have to tell you something important."
And sure enough, as he ran through her mobile, he noticed that she had sent Zoya a countless
number of calls.
He heard the sound of lightening outside. And he suddenly realized how cold it was. He approached the cup board and took out a brown coat from inside to wrap it around himself.
His aching body began to relax instantly due to the warmth of the coat. He closed his eyes to enjoy the moment...it was then that he remembered...he walked briskly towards the terrace outside his room.
The cold air hit him. God, was it freezing. And dark. He saw her standing outside, shaking wildly, her arms wrapped around her chest to give herself some warmth.
"Great," he mumbled.
Zoya looked up at him. She felt cold and shivered profusely but there was no way she would appear frail in front of him. She tried to maintain her composure as he deliberately wore the coat in front of her.
She just wouldn't give him the satisfaction that she was being tortured...
A wave of happiness ran through her body though; maybe he had had a change of heart and seeing her terrible condition, decided to give her mobile back to her...
"Hey," he said, whim in his voice. "Can you pass me that chair?" He pointed towards a plastic chair that was placed in one corner. "You know, it might get damaged if it stays in this rain for too long."
Zoya gaped at him.
So he had more feelings for a damn chair than an actual human being?
"I would have taken it myself," he stated nonchalantly, "but I don't want to get wet."
She looked at him venomously and blurted it out to him;
"If you want that chair, go take it yourself."
He stared at her and then a smirk came across his face.
"Sure." He nodded and went inside the room. A moment later, he appeared with an umbrella over his head. He walked towards her in the rain, picked up the chair and brought it inside.
Zoya felt enraged beyond point. So he can use the umbrella but she couldn't? She was fuming now.
"And Zoya," he stopped suddenly before moving inside, "you can come inside if you want to."
Her hopes began to rise all of a sudden. "So will you give me back my mobile?"
"Of course not. That deal is still there. Say sorry and only then you will get your mobile back." He stood there for a minute, waiting for her reply.
Zoya glared at him. "I-won't-say-sorry." She declared furiously.
"Fine." He said. "Enjoy the rain then."
And he went inside the room, leaving behind Zoya, more enraged than before.
There was another sound of thunder and Asad's eyes flew open. He searched wildly for a light
source. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the darkness and his hands fell on a solid object. He picked it up and pressed it. A faint light emerged out of it; he realized it was Zoya's mobile.
The room was brightened up immediately. He sat up on the bed and took a breath. Then his eyes fell on the terrace. Suddenly, the terrace lit up as if someone had turned on its lights; light poured inside his room and illuminated everything. It was strange.
But then he remembered it all... of course it was Zoya. She probably had turned on the lights. He
couldn't bare the cold which was inside his room; he could only imagine how freezing cold it must be outside.
He slipped into his shoes and slowly went towards the terrace, making as little noise as possible. He saw her standing with her back facing him. Her clothes were all drenched in rain. She didn't know that he was gazing at her. They stood like that for a long time.
Then slowly, she turned around and looked at him straight in the eye.
"All I wanted was..." she began slowly, "freedom... freedom from you Asad. But all I got from you was torture."
He gazed at her intently; his heart beat quickening suddenly. Even from a long distance, he could figure out that her eyes were dark.
She started moving back now, taking small steps each time she said a word;
"But I can't bare it any more."
She had gone back a long distance... wait, why was she moving back?
"Zoya," Asad started coming towards her.
"Zoya!"
He saw as she fell down on her back from the railings of the terrace. Rushing towards it, he looked down and saw her lying in a pool of blood... all color drained from his face as he saw her dead body.
Yet another sound of thunder. His eyes flew open. He sat up straight on his bed and rushed towards the terrace. The moment he reached the railings, he looked down.
There was nothing there... he didn't know whether he should have felt joy or not. He just searched wildly everywhere for her but failed in every attempt. Then, he heard a whimpering sound.
Wheeling round, he saw Zoya sitting on the entrance of the terrace, her body quivering slightly. And then it hit him... it was all a dream.
Asad heaved a deep sigh as he approached her shaking body. She had her face buried inside her
knees and was oblivious to his presence. He came close to her and sat down beside her.
"Zoya," he said softly, "Zoya." He poked her slightly this time.
She raised her head and her tired eyes met his. Her teeth were chattering.
"Get up and get inside," he ordered.
"Fir..rrs...ssttt giivveee meee myyy mobb...illl..e," she stuttered.
Asad let out a grunt.
"It is damn freezing here and all you care about is your stupid phone. There, have it." He took out her mobile from inside his pocket and handed it over to her.
She took it with shaking hands, a smile forming on her face. As she clutched it weakly, it fell down from her hands a moment later.
"See what you have done to yourself now?" Asad questioned in an agitated tone, picking up her
phone and handing it back to her. "You can't even hold it straight. Now come inside before you do yourself any more damage."
As she stood up, she fell down again, too weak to walk. He let out another sigh, this time of frustration.
Holding her arms, he tried to pick her up himself but she just wouldn't budge;
"Whaaattt arrreee..."
"Carrying you inside." He answered for her, "you don't look like you have enough energy left inside you to walk by yourself."
"I wiilll g..oo..ooo on myy ownn."
She jerked his hand away and stood up again, this time with resolution. She would go inside the room herself...without his help. She felt glad when she was able to take a few steps inside...a few more...there's the bed, I can see it, she thought. Just a few more and then I'll be lying on it...I'll be off to sleep.
But then her temperature rose up so suddenly that she felt herself falling...but Asad had grabbed her before she could hit the the floor.
She half-heartedly protested as he scooped her in his arms and hauled her up inside the room. The last thing she heard when finally subconscious took over her was Asad placing a hand on her head and cursing himself.
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"She stood there dancing in the rain for- "
"Wait a minute, did you say dancing?"
"Yes Armaan. I said dancing. And then I came to her and- "
"And I'm guessing that you started dancing too." Armaan guffawed.
"Yeah and then we started hooting too," Asad said sarcastically.
"The thing is Asad I can imagine Zoya doing it but you... I mean you can barely even whistle."
Asad rolled his eyes.
"Are you here to check my wife or to pass sarcastic comments about me?"
"Asad," Dilshad said. "He's trying his best. He just needs to know what really happened to diagnose the disease."
They were standing in his room. Zoya was lying on the bed; beaded sweats coming from top of her head.
"Please Ammi," Asad replied, "It's simply flu. Not some serious disease."
His mother shrugged. "What do you think Armaan?"
"Well, I just think that Zoya couldn't bare the shock that her husband danced with her in the rain and she got," he smiled, "love-sickness."
Asad rolled his eyes once again. Her mother burst out laughing.
"Now c'mon, I would have become sick too if you had danced with me. I'd get what they call- " he bend his first two fingers of each hand, "bromance sickness."
It was impossible for her mother to control her laughter now. She fell down on the sofa, lying in
Asad's room and doubled over with laughter.
"Seriously, what kind of a doctor are you?" Asad asked skeptically.
"Ah well," Armaan replied, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. "you are right, it's just flu. She should be alright in a few days. But why was she dancing in the rain anyway?" He added on a serious note.
"That's what women do in rain." Asad shrugged.
He saw Armaan eyeing him a little skeptically now; he knew perfectly well that Armaan hadn't bought his lie
but thankfully, he didn't say anything in front of his mother.
"OK, I'm writing you some medicines now." Armaan said, scribbling in his notebook and handing a page
to Asad. "That should fix her up."
*********
"Zoya," Asad said, slapping her face a little to jerk her awake, "Hey, wake up."
She mumbled some incoherent words and remained slumbering.
"God, you are so annoying. Wake up already!"
She opened her eyes slightly and saw him standing beside the bed.
"Let me sleep," she murmured, changing her position to the other side and snuggling the blanket.
"What the hell?" He remarked but then he heard her snoring.
"Ah, forget it." He rushed out of the room, irritated.
Asad sat on his couch, a book in his hand. Every now and then, he would glance at Zoya who was
still sleeping. He wondered how she could sleep for so long. It had been fourteen hours and she still
hadn't woken up.
He heard a knock on the door. Approaching it, he opened it and saw a maid outside.
"Sir, I have to check on Miss Zoya," the maid said.
He nodded and allowed her to come inside. He saw as she dipped a piece of cloth in the water and
place it on her head.
For the next fifteen minutes, she kept on doing that.
"I think her temperature has gone down a little now," the maid remarked finally.
She expected a reply from Asad but he just remained silent, concentrating on his book.
A few minutes later, she went out of the room.
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"Is it still raining?" Zoya mumbled as she felt water dripping over her head.
"No," Asad remarked, "I'm just dripping water over you from this glass because you just won't wake up."
Zoya's eyes flew open and sure enough, she saw Asad holding a glass of water though he placed it on the sight table once he saw that she had woken up.
"Finally, you are awake."
She gazed at him. "What kind of a absurd way is that to wake someone up?"
"That's the most appropriate way when the other person just refuses to wake up," he countered.
"Well then you wouldn't mind if I used this method on you too."
"Whatever," he said, picking up a bottle and a spoon from the sight table, "Drink this."
"What's this?"
"Poison I especially imported from France for killing you."
"Huh?"
Asad let out a grunt.
"It's medicine. What else do you think it is?"
She grabbed it from his hand and after pouring it on the spoon, drank the medicine. He placed the bottle back on the sight-table.
"Now go to sleep," he said.
"I thought you wanted me to be awake."
"This medicine causes drowsiness. So even if I told you to remain awake, you wouldn't be able to do that.
And sure enough, she started feeling sleepy and before she knew it, she had sank back into her bed.
"Just one thing Asad," she mumbled, "why are you doing all this?"
Asad shrugged and looked at Zoya whose eyes had started closing. He knew that sleep had started
to take over her and she wouldn't remember any of what he said now. In every way, he was safe. Sure
enough, she didn't hear when he said;
"Because I saw you die and I just couldn't bare that it was because of me."

Edited by Kanwal4salman - 10 years ago