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Originally posted by: Chillichick

Wonderful update!

But felt really bad for Zoya when she was in the kitchen wondering about her relationship with Asad after haseena asked about them bringing in a baby...

Asad is sometimes simply so damn akdu and dumb!

Hoping that they soon realize their love for each other...

thanks for reading and the wonderful comments 😊

Originally posted by: Amin21

Lovely update

Hope things get better soon between them

Waiting for next update

And best of luck for your exams

thanks for the lovely comments 😃

Originally posted by: allwaysasya

beautiful update
zoya trying to stay away from asad
she accept his job offer
asad's reaction to zoya's dress was beautifully written
thanks for pm update soon

thank you for the amazing comments 😊

Originally posted by: suganti

cute and beautiful chapter.

asad and zoya are working together now..nice

thanks for reading 😊

Originally posted by: -SilverSparkle-

Thanks for the PM. You're one of the few authors on this forum, that develop captivatling engaging fiction, enjoyed reading this chapter, highly anticipate the upcoming ones.

Awww...thanks dear 😃

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Chapter 16

The next morning, Asad woke up to a similar situation like the previous day. His room silent and empty. "Jab se office shuru hua hai, tabh se yeh gayab kaha hojati hai," Asad wondered as he pushed the blanket off and put his feet to the ground. Forty five minutes later, Asad walked into the dining room to see his mom arranging breakfast as usual. "Ammi, Zoya kaha hai?" he asked, picking the newspaper in his hand. "Main yaha hoon," came her reply. Asad turned around and felt his world halt. There she stood! She looked breath-taking in an orange and royal blue anarkali. Her hair was pulled back in a braid, few strands caressing her left cheek. Small silver jhumkas adorned her ears and her eyes were filled with kajal. Zoya felt her heart thump against her chest. The way he was looking at her at that moment sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to look away but his chocolate colored eyes captivated her. Someone coughing broke their trance. Asad turned to see his mother who had a teasing smile on her face. "Kya hua Asad?" Dilshad asked innocently. "Kuch nahi Ammi, breakfast deh dijiye, office jaana hai," he replied, taking a seat. The next moment, he felt his wife placing the tray of breakfast in front of him. He thanked her without looking up and started eating. Zoya and Dilshad too sat down and started eating. In a bit, Asad and Zoya left for work. Silence prevailed in the car as they drove towards their destination. Zoya was confused. "Kal jab maine skirt pehena toh complain karahe the. Aaj toh maine Indian pehena hai woh bhi itni acchi dress, kuch nahi bola. Allah miyan, iss Akdu ki problem kya hai?" she told herself. Asad, on the other hand, was trying really hard to keep his eyes on the road ahead. His eyes seem to wander towards his beautiful wife on their own accord, no matter how hard his mind tried to tell him otherwise. And who could blame him? She looked ethereal today. Since the day, he laid eyes on her in the wedding lehenga, his heart had decided that she looked the best in Indian wear. And every time since then, her anarkalis only made her look breathtaking. But, he couldn't bring himself to tell her that. Asad Ahmed Khan's best weakness, more like problem...never able to convert his inner feelings into words. Will he ever be able to tell her? Only God knows! They reached the road that lead to the office and suddenly she told him to stop the car. Asad was confused but pulled over to the side. "Kya hua?" Asad wondered. "Mr. Khan, mujhe lagtha hai keh mujhe yehi utar jaana chahiye. I mean keh agar hum milkar office jayenge toh sabh koh paata chalega na," she replied. "I am not letting you go alone, and I don't care what people say," Asad said. "I do Asad. Aap boss hai, aapko kohi kuch nahi bolenge but I am still new at the company. I will walk from there, you can drive," Zoya explained. Before he could say anything, she got off the car. "I will be fine Mr. Khan, aap jayiye. I will see you in five," Zoya informed as she shut the door. Asad couldn't believe her! She was just going to leave him in the middle of the road and start walking away. She is crazy, he inferred. Asad waited till she was quite ahead of him before he started driving again.

Zoya reached the office and was about to walk in when she heard Vijay, one of her colleagues call her. "Hey Zoya," he said. Zoya greeted him back with a smile. "Wow...you look really nice today," he said. "Oh, thanks," she told him. "But have to say keh tum kal aur bhi acchi lagrahi thi. You should consider wearing skirts often," he joked. Zoya felt awkward that he was commenting on her dressing. "Vijay, thanks for the idea. But, tume nahi lagtha keh meri dress meri choice honi chahiye," she retorted. "Mrs. Zoya sahi keha rahi hai Vijay. Aur waise bhi tume yaad dila doon keh office ka time 9AM hai and right now, time is 9:05," Asad informed. Zoya saw Vijay become red and struggle with words as he mumbled a sorry and left from the place. "Thank you Mr. Khan," Zoya said with a smile but instead, received his stern glare. "You are late," he told her and walked in. "Maine kya kiya hai? Phele toh inn kehliye ready ho aur phir compliment bhi nahi diya. Aur agar kohi aur deha raha tha toh bhi inne problem hai," she mumbled. But wait, maine inn kehliye thodi ready huwi hoon. Mujhe anarkali pehena tha issliye pehena hai. I don't care about what he wants me to do, she lied to herself. With a dull face and slouched shoulders, Zoya walked into the office for her second day of work. Few hours passed as she moped around in her office, barely concentrating on the work that was in front of her. Around lunch time, someone knocked on her door. "Come in," Zoya invited. Prasad informed her that Asad wanted to see her in his office. Zoya felt her lips raise up in a smile but controlled herself to be professional in the office. "Give me two mins, main aati hoon," she told him. After Prasad left, Zoya did her happy dance on her chair. "Akir Asad koh meri yaar aayi gayi. Of course! Kaise nahi aati, aaj main itni acchi joh lagrahi hoon," she told herself. Zoya happily bounced her way to his office. She stopped, recalled that she had to knock and did. After getting permission, Zoya walked in to see him on the phone, barking orders to whoever was on the other side of the line. He motioned his hand that told her to come in and sit. Zoya did as told. After a few minutes, Asad finished the conversation and turned towards her. "Zoya, we need the system security checked, right now!" He ordered. "Kya hua Asad? Has there been a security breach?" She questioned. "Yes, I have doubts that some of the confidential files have been hacked. I need you to check and fix it right away," Asad told her. "I will start working on it, but Asad it takes some time. I mean I haven't even had a chance to look through everything yet," she said honestly. "I don't care dammit! Get it done!" He yelled. Zoya jumped in the chair, surprised at his sudden loud voice. "Ok, it will be done," she told him.

Asad saw the spark that she had walked in with disappear from her face. He realized what he had done. Why was he screaming at her? It wasn't her fault. "Zoya, listen!" he called out. "Mujhe kuch nahi sunna hai," she said, with her back towards him. "Kya samaj the yeh keh kuch bhi bolenge aur main sun lungi," Zoya thought angrily. Walking, she didn't notice where she was going and hit her knee of the couch. Her foot twisted and she felt a jolt of pain run through her leg. "Ahhh," Zoya yelled. The next moment, she felt him next to her. "Tum samaal kar nahi chal sakthi?" Asad said as he helped her take a seat. "Woh aapse gussa thi toh dekha nahi kaha jarahi thi," she confessed. Asad tried to hide his smile but failed. "Aap mujh par haas rahe hai?" Zoya wondered. "Nahi, aisa kuch nahi hai. Apna pair dikhao," he told her. "Nahi! Mujhe aapki help nahi chahiye, jayiye yaha se," she said angrily. "You do realize keh yeh mera office hai," he pointed out. "Fine! Main chali jaungi," Zoya said but as she tried to stand up, she felt her leg twitch. "Tum kahi nahi jarahi ho, yaha baito," Asad said, making her sit down again. "Let me check," he said, kneeling down. "What? Nahi, main theek hoon," she said. "Zoya, dikhao," he said. "No Mr. Khan, I am fi...," her words halted mid way when his hand touched her foot. She hissed in pain and he looked up at her, worried. "It hurts," she admitted. "Sorry, main dhere se karonga," he told her. Zoya closed her eyes in pain but also trying to control this feeling that was going through his body. She saw the concern transcribe through his face as he examined her foot. Zoya felt her lips turn into a smile. This was the first time, he was talking care of her with so much concern. Asad saw her foot swell up and he knew that she has hurt herself. He quickly went to the drawer and got the first aid box. "Mr. Khan, iss sabh ki kohi zaroorat nahi hai. I am fine," Zoya stated. "Zoya, chup raho and sit," he ordered. She huffed but having no choice, obeyed him. Seconds later, he applied some cream on the dorsum of her foot and wrapped it with a bandage. Zoya felt better but it still hurt. As she was about to stand up, "I am sorry," Zoya heard him say. "Har baat par chilana zaroori nahi hota hai Asad. Main jaanti hoon keh you were tensed but this is not the way to talk to someone," she said, upset. "I know, and I am really sorry," he repeated. "Theek hai, I am forgiving you, for the last time," Zoya said, pointing her finger at him. "Yes mam," Asad said, bowing down in front of her. Zoya giggled seeing him joke with her. She tried standing up but seeing her hurt, Asad moved forward. His one arm went around her waist and the other held her wrist to support her walk. Each step they took forward together made Zoya's heart beat faster and faster. She would have never imagined this day would ever occur in her life. She couldn't believe that he was supporting her to walk forward. She felt her heart flutter. Zoya kept looking at their intertwined hands as her face broke into a huge grin.

As they reached the door, Zoya stopped him. "Main chali jaungi, I mean bahar sabh rahenge," she tried to explain. "But, tum chalogi kaise?" he asked, worried. "I will be fine, don't worry," Zoya told him. Asad was apprehensive but he knew that he couldn't be with her outside the office. As their hands lost touch, Zoya felt like a piece of her rip away from her. She smiled at him and stepped out. "Zoya, kya hua tumare pair koh?" Vijay said, seeing her limp. "I just twisted my foot, I am fine," she replied. Vijay stepped forward to help but Zoya moved back. "Main chali jaungi," she said and excused herself. Back in the office, Asad felt his blood boil! How dare he? She was his wife. But, Vijay was just trying to help? His mind reasoned. It doesn't matter, she was his! Zoya reached her office but she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She looked at the bandage on her foot and grinned. "He did it for me," Zoya thought happily. "Ok Zoya, focus! Need to work on the security system," she reminded herself. Day passed, and Zoya tried her best to do what was needed in order to solve the problem. But, it was going to be a lengthy process and she couldn't complete it by the end of workday. Asad walked out of his cabin to see the whole office empty. As he was about to leave, he saw that his wife's cabin light was still on. Hadn't he told her more than an hour ago to go home, what was she doing here? He thought. Asad walked into see her concentrating on her screen. "Tume ghar nahi jaana?" He said, making her jump. "Asad, you always give me a heart attack," she accused, placing her hand on her chest. "It is not my fault that you are lost in your own world," he explained. "Whatever Mr. Khan. Kya chahiye aapko?" She asked, her eyes drifting back to her computer screen. "Ghar chalo," he told her. "Kaam abhi khatam nahi hua hai toh main nahi aasakthi, aap jayiye," Zoya replied. "Zoya, everyone has left. Work day is over. Ghar chalo phir I will call the doctor to inspect your foot," Asad stated. "No Mr. Khan, I have to finish this. Aap jayiye, main aajaungi," she said, adamantly. "Yeh ladki itni zid kyun karti hai," he thought, rubbing his temples with his hand. For Zoya, the conversation was over. She returned to working on her computer when she suddenly felt his arm around her waist. And the next instant, she was in his arms. "Asad, yeh aap kya karahe hai? Put me down!" Zoya ordered. But, her request fell on deaf ears. He only held her tighter and pulled her closer. Zoya was trying to hard to control her pumping heart and the fluttering butterflies that were running around in her stomach. But, his closeness was making that extremely difficult. "Mr. Khan, kya karahe hai aap? Someone will see, just put me down!" Zoya pleaded but he kept walking. "Mr. Khan," she yelled. "Stop screaming! Office mein kohi nahi hai," he reminded. "I want to go back to my office, let me go!" She told him. "Aisa kuch nahi karengi aap," he sternly stated. "You can't make me do what you want," Zoya huffed. "Let's see," Asad casually replied. Reaching the car, he opened the door and placed her in the passenger seat. As she was about to get up, Asad held her shoulder and moved her back into the seat. He bent closer to buckle the seat belt. Zoya got a wiff of his cologne and that made her realize how close her husband was. As Asad locked her in and turned to leave, Zoya felt her hair getting tugged at. "Ahhh Asad, my hair," she said. Asad looked down to see few strands of her hair stuck in his shirt button. For the next few minutes, he struggled to remove the hair but was unsuccessful. In the struggle, he moved closer than he already was. Zoya felt his stubble rub her cheek. A gasp escaped her lips at the contact and her fingers curl around her anarkali. Her eyes closed on her own accord, afraid they might give away her true feelings. Asad was too focused on removing the hair to notice anything at the moment. He finished and stepped away. Hearing the door close, she opened the eyes and saw him get into the driver's seat. "Allah miyan, yeh kya horaha hai mujhe. This is going to be really hard," she thought.

After reaching home, Zoya tried to walk on her own but she couldn't due to pain. Seeing her struggle, he gathered her in his arms again. "Asad please, I can really walk you know," she said. "Sure, and make your injury worse," he taunted. Before she could say anymore, Dilshad walked up to them. "Zoya, kya hua? Tum theek toh ho?" She asked concerned. "Ha Ammi, bas choti si chot hai. Paata nahi Mr. Khan koh itna baada issue kyun banana hai," Zoya informed. "Issliye kyun ki aap irresponsible hai. Agar aap dekhar chalti toh yeh sabh nahi hota," he replied. "Accha, aur mujhe chot kyun aayi? Because you yelled at me," she said. "Bas karo tum dono! Asad, isse room mein lekar jao, I will call the doctor," Dilshad interrupted. "Jee Ammi," Asad said, as his eyes glared at his wife. "I can't believe that you are blaming me for this," Zoya said dramatically, as they entered their room. "I am just stating the facts," he told her. "Allah miyan, what is wrong with you? Mujhe chot lagi hai, at least be a little nice," she said angrily, as he placed her on the bed. "I am going to check if the doctor is on his way," Asad said and left from there. "Akdu number one! Phele toh inki wajase mujhe chot lagi aur aabh woh bhi meri galti hai. Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan ek number keh akdu hai, aur paata nahi inke saath mera kya hoga," she wondered, looking at the door where her husband has just walked through. Little while later, Zoya saw Asad, Dilshad, and the doctor walk in. "What happened Mrs. Khan?" The doctor questioned as he unwrapped the bandage. "Its all because of Asad, I fell," she pouted. "What? Aisa kuch nahi hai doctor, it was an accident," Asad said. Zoya knew he was piercing her through his eyes but she didn't care. The doctor just smiled as he examined the foot. "It doesn't look like a fracture but there is some swelling so I suggest you rest for a day or two, and I will give you some medication which will help with the pain and inflammation," the doctor explained. "Rest? As in mujhe pura din bed par rehna padega," Zoya said shocked. "Yes Mrs. Khan," the doctor replied. "Par, mujhe office jaana hai. I have work to do," she told the doctor. "Aap uski fikar mat kariye, it's fine. You need to rest," Asad intervened. "Health is more important, alwalys," the doctor added. Soon, the doctor left and Asad also went to get her medications. Dilshad helped her change and bought her dinner in the bedroom. "Ammi, aap kahiye na Asad koh keh mujhe office mein kaam hai. Aaj bhi main kaam karahi thi aur woh mujhe yaha utha kar lekar aagaye," she complained. "Zoya, its for your own good beta. Tumari chot theek hone tak tum office nahi jaogi," Dilshad said. "Aap bhi? You are supposed to be on my side," Zoya whined. Dilshad chuckled, "Aabh khana khalo phir tume dawayi bhi leyni hai," she said. "Ewww Ammi, I hate medications. Kitni khadvi hoti hai, mujhe nahi khana," Zoya said, making a disgusting face. "Medicines toh aapko leyni padegi, no excuses," she heard him say. Both Dilshad and Zoya saw Asad enter the room. "Nahi khaongi main," Zoya challenged. "Aap mujhe challenge na hi kare toh accha hoga. I got you here from work then I can also make you take the meds," Asad sternly stated. Zoya pouted as she looked at Dilshad. "Sorry Zoya, but I am with Asad with this. Asad, aabh tum hi samalo isse, main jarahi hoon," Dilshad told her son. "Nahi! Iss kaneez toh iss Akdu Jahapanah keh reham par mat chodiye," Zoya dramatized. "What?" Asad said, surprised. Dilshad just laughed and left the room.

"Did you just call me Jahapanah?" Asad questioned. "I am hungry," she replied, as she grabbed the plate and started stuffing her mouth with food. He just shook his head and went to change. "Thank you Allah miyan, bacha liya aapne," she said silently. When Asad returned, he saw that she had finished her dinner. Zoya saw him walking towards her, "Allah miyan, main chup kyun nahi reha sakthi. Kuch bhi bolna zaroori hai?" She scolded herself. "Kuch kaha tum?" He asked. "Woh mujhe dard horaha hai," Zoya said, trying to divert the topic. He moved forward and pulled out the prescribed medications from the packet that the pharmacist has given him. "Yeh ley lo, it will help," he said, giving her two tablets. "Asad, please. Mujhe nahi chahiye. I hate medicines," Zoya said, making a grimace face. "Tume theek hona haina so come on, eat," Asad said, handing her the tablets and a glass of water. "But Asad," Zoya said when he cut in. "Chalo, open your mouth," he ordered. She sighed but the authority in her voice made her do as told. Asad put the medicines in her mouth and made her drink the water. Zoya felt the bitter taste of the medicine go through her throat and started coughing. He rubbed her back and made her drink a sip more. "You are ok?" Asad asked, worried. Zoya nodded affirmatively. He helped her lay down. Pulling the duvet on top of her, "get some rest," Asad said, caressing her cheek. Zoya felt her cheek fill with color as she felt the warmth of his hand. Things have started to feel so real, like this is how they were meant to be. She was afraid that the closer he got to her, the harder it will be to hold onto her feelings. And she was scared that if she admitted her feelings then she would get hurt. And she wasn't ready for that. Lost in thoughts, Zoya didn't know when she drifted off in sleep.

The next morning, when Zoya woke up, it was almost 10. "Allah miyan, itna late hogaya. I am supposed to be at work," she told herself. Limping around, she freshened up and dressed herself. As she walked out the room, Dilshad came up to her. "Zoya, tum kaha jarahi ho?" she questioned. "Ammi, office jaana hai. Already late hogaya hai," Zoya replied. "Beta, tumara pair theek nahi hai. Tum kaise...," Dilshad stated when Zoya intervened, "Ammi please, mujhe office jaana hai. Sirf doh din huwe hai aur main already off kaise le sakthi hoon. Aap bhi Asad ki taara mat boliye na," she requested. "Lekin Zoya, tumari chot," Dilshad said. "Main bilkul theek hoon, please jaane dijiye na," Zoya replied. Dilshad was hesitant but agreed. After all, who could not agree to Zoya Khan. Asad was on a conference call when he saw his wife limping inside the office. "What is wrong with her? Yeh yaha kyun aayi hai?" he thought. Frustrated, he walked out of the cabin. Reaching her, "tum yaha kyun aayi ho?" Asad probed. "Main yaha job karti hoon, Mr. Khan," she reminded. "It's not funny Zoya! Go home," he commanded. "I am not going," she firmly stated. "Zoya,..." Asad started speaking when one of the employees disturbed them. "Zoya, kaha thi yaar? You are ok?" Aanchal asked. "Yeah, I am fine. Just a small sprain," Zoya replied with a smile. "Let me help you," Aanchal offered. "That would be great, thanks," Zoya said. Flashing her smile at her husband, Zoya walked away. Asad felt his nostrils flare. How irresponsible can she be? Yeh ladki mujhe pagal kardegi, he mumbled and walked into his cabin. The day passed with Asad constantly checking up on his wife without her knowing. He was apprehensive about her foot getting worse if she constantly kept using it. At the end of the day, Asad walked into her cabin to see Zoya jumping with joy. "Asad, you wont believe it! I found it! I found who tried to hack the system," she announced. "Who is it?" Asad said. "It is someone from the south, Bangalore. It is weird...why would someone from there try to breach our system?" Zoya told him. "I will have my PI's look into it," he replied. "No! I can find them," she said. "Kaise?" he said, confused. "Mr. Khan, aap toh jaante hai keh Zoya Khan kuch bhi karsakthi hai. I am going to setup a trap and they are going to fall into it," she said happily. As he watched, Zoya quickly typed on her computer and within minutes, "done," Zoya said. "What exactly happened?" Asad wondered. "Just wait for it!" Zoya told him, hoping that her bait will be taken. "Ok. Aabh chalo ghar jaana hai," he said. "Can I wait to see if I catch the person?" she asked, like a little kid. "No Zoya. You need to rest, chalo," Asad said as he moved her chair back and picked her up. "Asad, I can seriously walk you know," she said. "Not if I can help it," Asad replied. "What?" Zoya questioned, bewildered. "Tum ek second bhi ek jaaga nahi bait nahi sakthi. I am surprised that you stayed in your cabin all day," he said. Zoya giggled, "Kya karoon, bachpan ki aadat hai," she confessed. "Wonder how Ammi aur Abu ne tume samals hai," Asad thought out loud. "Let's just say they were never bored," Zoya said, making him chuckle. Lost in their own world, they both failed to notice the pair of eyes watching their every move.

Days passed, and Zoya's foot wa healing. The past few days have been the best days of her life since she has come to India. Sitting in her office, she recalled how he had taken care of her, giving her medicines on time, making sure she doesn't walk unnecessarily. Of course, he had yelled at her for being careless but it showed that he just wanted to protect her from getting hurt again. Her lips curved into a smile remembering those precious moments. Asad, on the other hand, sat in his cabin thinking about his beautiful wife. He was impressed with Zoya, she had picked up the job and its details really well, really fast. He hadnt expected that. In fact, he didnt know what he expected when he had offered her the job. Asad couldn't understand why he had asked her to work with him. He thought she was annoying, messy, and very very inconsiderate then what happened that night that caused him to say those words. He didn't know. Or maybe he just didn't want to accept it. A knock on the door disturbed his thoughts. "Come in," Asad said as he composed himself. When he looked up, Asad felt his heart thump. There she stood, with her gorgeous smile on her face. He saw her rush into the room, "Mr. Khan, I have this idea," she said excitedly. "Kya hua Zoya?" he asked, wondering what idea she had come up with now. "Asad, I want to build this network that will help protect the files and I can organize them in which only some people can have access to secure files," Zoya explained. "Sounds like a good idea," Asad replied. "So, main yeh setup karna shuru karoon?" she wondered. "Of course Zoya, tume mujhse poochne ki zaroorat nahi hai," he told her. "Par office aapka hai aur aap mere boss hai toh," Zoya replied, not sure how to complete. Asad stood up from his chair and walked towards her. Zoya looked at him, puzzled. Stepping closer, "Zoya, main jaanta hoon keh yaha kohi nahi jaanta keh humara kya rishta hai. But, hum toh jaante hai. Aur, yeh office sirf mera nahi...humara hai," Asad said. Zoya felt her heart skip a beat. She smiled. Just hearing him say that meant so much. He was accepting her to be part of his life. Zoya moved towards him, tiptoed up and placed a peck on his cheek. Asad felt his face fill with color. She giggled seeing him blush and ran out of the cabin, leaving a grinning Asad behind. Walking out, Zoya almost bumped into someone. "I am sorry," she apologized. "My pleasure," someone said. Zoya cringed at that voice and took a step back. "Kya hua Zoya? You were expecting someone else?" he mocked. "Vijay, stop it! Tumari batameeziya har din badhte jarahi hai. Main Mr. Khan koh baata dungi," she warned. Vijay snickered, "aur main tumare pyaare pati koh, keh tum yaha office mein kya kya karti ho?" he stated. "What?" she said confused. "Nothing sweetheart, some things are meant to be kept secret," Vijay told her. She just pushed him out of her way and left. "Iski problem kya hai? Pichle kuch dino se he is behaving so weird. Should I tell Asad? Nahi...he will probably freak out and paata nahi kya karenge. Main samalungi," Zoya decided, returning to her office.

That night, the door slammed shut in the Tahir household. "Why cant you understand Imran, I am not doing this?" she told him. "But, why not? Asad bhai keh paas itne paise hai toh main thode kyun nahi ley saktha?" he said, angrily. "Imran, main apne bhai se paise kaise maang sakthi hoon. It is not right," she explained. "Oh come on Najma, its just a few lakhs," he yelled. "Mujhpar chilao mat. I can't believe that you are the guy I loved," she said in disbelief. "Please Najma, itna dramatic hone ki zaroorat nahi hai. Asad bhai keh paas jao aur thode paise ley lo. That's all," he said, casually. Najma looked at him shocked. Since they have returned from their honeymoon, this has been a constant issue between them. Imran had lost some money in his business and was facing losses. He was pressurizing her to ask Asad for money but she wouldn't do it. She didn't think it was right to ask her brother for money. "Imran, you can take a loan or something. Main tume apni saari jewelry deh dungi but I just don't think I can ask bhaijaan," she told him. "Forget it Najma! You obviously don't care about me or this family. Agar tume meri thodi si bhi fikar hoti toh tum meri help karti," Imran stated. "Imran, listen to me," she pleaded but he was gone. Najma felt tears stung her orbs. She couldn't believe that the guy she knew and had fallen in love with had changed so much. She believed him to be a good guy, an honest man. But, how wrong she has been? Her husband and mother in law were only interested in her brother's money? Is that all she was to them? A money making ATM. Her family have given them so much during the wedding. And now, they wanted more money. "Allah miyan, kya karoon main?" Najma thought as she sat there in the dark, silent room.

Few days later, Asad was pacing through his cabin, like an injured lion in his den. He had just returned from his wife's empty office. Asad had gone there to ask her if she would eat lunch with him but she was gone. He had put in so much effort and courage to walk into that cabin, only to find it empty. He had even tried calling her, but her phone was out of reach. Half an hour later, he saw her walk into the office. Her laughter echoed through the hallway as she high-fived one of the employees, Ajay. "You are too funny. Anyways, Happy Birthday again," Zoya said as she shook hands with him. Asad could see everything from his cabin window. He felt his chest burn seeing her laugh with someone else. He wanted to bite Ajay's head when his hand touched hers. As Zoya wandered into her cabin, she felt him behind her. Before she could realize, the door slammed shut and he pushed her against the wall. "Kaha gayi thi?" he said, with gritted teeth. Zoya felt caged in his arms, as his fingers pressed into her shoulders. "Asad, hua kya hai?" she asked, trying to control the pain in her arms. "Where were you?" he repeated. "I...it was...It was Ajay's birthday so he just took some of us out for lunch," Zoya told him. "I can't believe this! You went with him?" he said, his rage increasing by the second. In his fury, Asad couldn't differentiate right from wrong. All he knew was that the day he wanted to ask her out for lunch, she had chosen to go with someone else. Zoya was really confused. Why was he reacting his way? "Asad, it was just lunch. Aap aise kyun...," she was speaking when he interrupted. "Just shut up Zoya! Phir se khabhi Ajay keh saath ya kissi aur keh saath jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai," he firmly stated. Zoya couldn't believe it. What gave him the right to talk to her like this? She pushed him away with all her effort. "Aapki problem kya hai Asad? Aap toh khabhi mujhse acche se baat nahi karsakthe aur kohi kare toh aapko problem hai," she yelled. The next instant, Zoya realized what she said. She saw his chocolate brown orbs fill with pain. She moved forward but he stepped back. "Asad, I didn't mean to say that. Main toh bas...," she tried to explain but her words were cut short when his lips slammed into hers. Zoya felt the heat of his lips against hers. Her body felt cold against his. She couldn't think...she couldn't react. Everything went blank! For Asad, it was important to remind him that she was his and he didnt know how else to do that. Her soft lips that he had wanted to taste for so long felt like heaven against his. He nibbled against her lips, desiring for more. But, when she didn't respond, reality hit him! What was he doing? This wasn't supposed to happen. He felt his stomach twist his disgust. How could he? He wasnt the man who forced himself on a woman...even if that woman was his wife. As soon as he freed her, Zoya ran into the bathroom and shut the door. She fell to the ground as tears roll down her cheeks. Yeh kya tha? Why did he kiss me? What just happened? She felt so confused! One second he yells at her, the next he kisses her. Why was he so emotionally challenging to understand? "Kya chathe hai mujhse? Aur main kya chathi hoon?" Zoya asked herself as more tears felt to the floor.

Hello Hello,
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Omg
I have no words
That was fantastic
So so intense
And so awesome
They are getting closer and the feelings are getting hard to control
And omg he just kissed her bcz he was so jealous
But i felt bad for zoya
Asad's behavior is so bipolar
Can't wait to read more
This is just sooo good
Thank you