ASYA SS: Arranged Kum, Love Marriage Zyada (UPDATED Pg. 32) April 9 - Page 23

Hi Radiance, I don't really plan to update this. At least haven't thought about it so far. That's because I'm working more on my FF.

I know that I ended this SS on the promise of Zoya in a sexy dress for Asad's eyes only. Well if you're interested in reading about how I imagined the same scene in a different context here it is:

You can even check out the rest of the FF if you want.

d/k

N if u can plzz update soon 🤔

She was rushing out adjusting her watch-strap. Hurry, Zoya! You'll be late again. She'd promised to meet Tamatar at her college canteen for lunch.

She heard brakes squeal to a stop outside and the car door slam.

Uh oh, sounds like Jahanpanah. And a very angry Jahanpanah by the sound of it.

Gee Zoya, two guesses who he was angry at.

The front door crashed open, swinging drunkenly on its surprised hinges. His slitted eyes laser-beamed on her and his jaw tightened even more. It could well have been a T-Rex's gaze landing on its human dinner from all those Jurassic Park films.

As if, she snorted to herself.

She waited for him to start bellowing at her. Because that's what he did best. He always morphed into this angry bull avatar whenever in her company--typical fire-breathing and acid-dripping Mr. Khan.

Mr. T-Rex Khan. Tyrannosaurus Jahanpanah.

Asad's chest heaved; his head lowered.

Zoya couldn't resist a smirk: yep there it was, the mad bull pose.

Asad saw red. He was really trying his damnedest to control his breathing. But her cool grin and that raised eyebrow---

It infuriated him as never before.

"Fix it," he hissed through gritted teeth.

She actually had the gall to laugh at him? Him? No one laughed at him.

"You know the rules, Mr. Khan. Say sorry and I'll fix your phone for you. It'll just take two seconds."

He snorted a very dangerous and dragony snort. Zoya's lips curled in merriment. Hah! You don't scare me at all, Mr. Khan.

"I. Said. Fix. The. Damn. Phone."

I'm not retarded, she wanted to holler. I heard you the first time, you big bad wolf.

"Bite me," she retorted and swiveled on her heel.

He yanked her arm back and twisted it behind her back. Zoya's eyes flared in surprise. No, she still wasn't afraid of him. But there was something that flip-flopped around somewhere inside of her.

"Do it."

"No," she stated. Softly.

"Zo--Ms. Farooqui!" he shook her after letting her arm go and gripping her by her forearms.

"It's really simple, Mr. Khan. I'll do what you say when you do what I say."

His cheekbones sharpened and that glacial jaw? Surely, it was close to splintering if he clenched it any tighter. Don't call me Shirley. She was obviously going crazy--where the heck did that come from?

Her head was fogged over; her heart groped for a footing in the dark. And unbidden, unchained, her hungry fingers rose to trace that live wire of a pulse in his forehead.

Asad flinched.

Those vise-like hands loosened their grip on her arms. His eyes closed shut in desperate surrender when he felt her cool hand cupping his cheek.

"Why do you let yourself be so angry, Mr. Khan? What is it about me that infuriates you so much?"

His empty hands dropped to his sides.

Three hours later at work he still couldn't get her words ... or the feel of her hand on his cheek out of his mind. A stress-headache rolled and writhed behind gritty eyes. Or was it hunger-induced? He had skipped lunch, hadn't he?

Asad pushed back from the table to moodily glare out the window. How was it that all his anger had evaporated at her touch? Thick billowing smoke blown away by a gust.

He'd wanted to fling her back against the wall but had stepped back instead. It was only when he got to the door that he'd rememberd to smash his phone at her feet.

He was still supposed to be angry after all. Little did he know what else he'd left at her feet.

Asad swiped a hand across his forehead.

Something known yet unnamed churned inside him. Everything named and known brawled against it. Visions tiptoed in and danced in his head. Visions of her lips ... his hand rising to touch them ... his thumb tracing ... stroking--

No. It wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He needed to stay mad. If he didn't ... everything would be over.

"Bite me," she'd said.

His heart hiccuped and stuttered. He--

Asad slammed his fist into the wall.