#2 AsYa FF: 'Mohabbat Zindagi Hai.' *Ch#19 Coming Soon* - Page 18

"So is Zoya Zoe or she is the other Farooqi? Wait other Farooqi!! Who is the first Farooqi by the way?" Asad wondered. The more he is trying to know the more he is getting puzzled. "Leave this thing here!! I have to follow the doctor first when she will become fine then I will continue from here." With this thought he began to unbutton his shirt. "But wait what if Zoya is my ZOE?" A smile appeared on his face at the single thought of Zoya being Zoe.

"Yes Asad what if I am YOUR Zoe?" Zoya asked. Asad stopped unbuttoning his shirt as he turned towards the door. There she stood with a sly smirk playing on her lips. For a moment he was lost in her but he was brought back in the real world by Zoya's voice. "Answer me Asad what is I am YOUR Zoe?" She asked again taking small steady steps towards him. "Are you my Zoe?" Asad questioned instead. "Question as the answer of a question is not a proper answer." She mocked standing in front of him. "And why should I answer your question?" Tracing his face with her index finger she moved closer. "You have to." She whispered in his ear. "I don't have to answer that." Asad replied pulling her closer through her waist.

Breaths mingling, nose touching with eyes locked both stood lost. Asad closed his eyes as he saw Zoyas' face inching closer with her hands roaming on his now bare chest. "Asad..." Asads' eyes snapped open as he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Ammi..." Asad exclaimed in shock. His eyes frantically searched for Zoya or anything that could confirm her presence. "Asad...?" Dilshad again called in order to gain his attention. "Yes Ammi." He replied removing his shirt completely frustrated with his imagination. "Are you okay?" Dilshad asked placing his cup of coffee on the table. "Yeah... I am totally fine." He replied with a smile. His eyes again secretly scanned the whole room which didn't go unnoticed by Dilshad. "Expecting someone...?" "Urmm... No." Dilshad nodded acknowledging his answer. "After drinking coffee do take your medicines." Dilshad said cupping his face. "Sure." He held Dilshad's hand that was on his cheek.

Asad slumped on the couch as soon Dilshad left the room. "What is wrong with me? I am hallucinating about ZOYA FAROOQI, the girl to whom I just met a week ago. God something is terribly wrong with me." He threw the shirt in his hand on the floor to only pick it up after some minutes. "Focus Asad focus..." He took deep breaths to calm his unusual heartbeat. "Asad you got a deep attraction for that ZF." He admitted taking a sip of his coffee. His mind was diverted by the shrilling voice of his cell phone. "Haider my savior..." He exclaimed as he saw Haiders' name flashing on the screen.

Zoya whimpered a little struggling to open her heavy eyes. "Rise and shine sun shine. It is time to wake up." Helen chirped as she saw Zoya trying to sit. "Sun shine and me...? Nice joke Helen." Zoya mocked as she sat up properly with the help of Helen by her side. "Whatever... Let's make you eat something. You must be hungry. Go get fresh." Zoya nodded while trying to stand up but only to fall on the bed. "Argh my head..." Zoya complained with closed eyes and her hand on her head clutching her hairs. "That must be the after effect of the medicine. I was expecting it. Here have some water." Helen informed helping Zoya drink water. "Feeling better?" "Yeah a little better... Where is Asad? He must have brought me home. I need to talk to him." Helen smiled a little but then shook her head in negative. "Zoya you can't go now. First eat something then medicines and then you can. Otherwise your shoulder will ache badly." Helen proposed setting the plates on the table. "When your own life is a pain for you and others you don't feel any other pain." Helen stopped as these words slipped through Zoya's mouth. "Zoya you..." Before Helen could correct her or talk to her Zoya was gone to the washroom. "You are not a pain Zoya. You are a blessing, for EVERYONE. When are you going to realize this??" Helen whispered in low voice.

"Phuphi where is Mr. Khan? "Zoya asked as she entered the kitchen after having medicine. "Mr. Khan???" Dilshad asked confused. "Tch Asad. Where is Asad?" Zoya clarified. "He is must be in THE GYM." Zoya could sense curtness in Dilshad's voice. "What happened?" Zoya asked placing a hand on her shoulder. Dilshad gave Zoya a hard glare before removing her hand from her shoulder. She moved towards the opposite counter and continued her job. Zoya took a deep breath sensing Dilshad's extreme anger. "Phuphi now what have I done?" "At least you realized that you have done something." Dilshad snapped at her. Zoya was taken aback at Dilshad's voice. "She is damn angry." Zoya thought.

"Mind to share my crime detail?" Zoya jumped on the slab near Dilshad such that she was in front of her. "Ms. Zoya Farooqi GO to your room. Now..." Dilshad ordered with her speed of cutting increasing. "Phuphi what have I done?? Tell me at least." "That is the problem that you don't even realize what you have done". Dilshad mumbled audible enough for Zoya. "Phu..." "Dare you call me Phuphi?" Dilshad warned pointing knife at Zoya. "Whoa. That is scary." Zoya commented giving a nervous chuckle. Dilshad took a deep breath before resuming her work completely ignoring Zoya. Zoya began to ponder over her acts of the day trying to figure out the reason of Dilshad's anger.

Humaira exited her room to start her curses on Asad and his plan. "I will kill Asad Bhai. What a stupid plan he made. Arghh now how the hell should I deal with piece of cloth??" "Choti Ammi!!!!! Choti Ammi!!!!!" Humaira shouted in annoyance while entering the hall. "Humi..." Zoya whispered in concern before running out of the kitchen making Dilshad frown. "God this girl..." Dilshad remarked on Zoya's careless nature as she ran with her fresh wounds. "Humi why are you shouting...?" Zoya asked as soon as she entered the hall. "Aapi... I am so sorry did I disturb you?" Humaira immediately apologize thinking she woke Zoya up by her shouting. "Tch... Come on. Don't be ridiculous. But why were you shouting?" "See Aapi this dup..." Humaira was going to tell Zoya when she stopped. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was going to spill the beans. "Actually I am hungry so I was just... Irritated that is it." Humaira fumbled with her words and dupatta.

Zoya scanned Humaira with doubtful gaze making Humaira swallow the imaginary lump formed in her throat. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zoya finally asked after observing Humaira for complete five minutes. "Uncomfortable?? W...Why would I feel uncomfortable?" Humaira replied pouring water for herself. With her back facing Zoya she looked towards the door expecting someone to come and save her from Zoya. "Humi you are behaving weird." Zoya probed with a frown. "No Aapi. Nothing is like that... It is just your misconception. Asad bhai you will pay for it. Just because of you I am lying to Aapi." She mumbled the last part inaudible to Zoya. "Are you sure?" Zoya was still unconvinced. She knew Humaira was hiding something but she didn't push her to edge. "Yes." Humaira exclaimed with a tight lipped smile.

"Allah she is looks like a police constable for now." Humaira thought before looking at Dilshad who was setting up the table for tea time. "Choti Ammi let me help you." She took a step forward to only fall flat on her face cause of dupatta. Humaira closed her eyes in fear with a scream escaping her mouth. Zoya who was standing at a distance on two steps was observing Humaira. As if she saw it coming that she pulled Humaira towards herself preventing her to fall. Zoya's lips twitched in slight pain as Humaira held her shoulder tightly in fear. "Humi for how long are you planning so stay like this?" Zoya mocked to which Humaira opened her eyes. "Or better I should leave you so that you fall straight on your butt. What say?" "NO!!!" Humaira screamed gripping Zoya's shoulder more tightly. Zoya chuckled while making Humaira stand properly who was trying to calm her heart beat. "Humi why are you using such a big dupatta when you can't handle it?? Wear jeans or something like that if you are uncomfortable." Zoya suggested. "I can't. I wish I could." She replied instantly making Zoya frown. "What?? But why...?" Zoya questioned with her eyes widened.

"Because Asad Bhai hasn't allowed us to wear jeans." Najma came to the rescue of Humaira as she knew that she can lie to anyone but not Zoya. "Sorry?" Zoya was confused at first but suddenly something triggered.

"Ms. Farooqi I want to talk something important to you."

"Yes speak but quickly ok!"

"Ms. Farooqi let me come straight to the point. There are some rules in this house which you have to follow. And one of them is that you can't wear jeans till you are here."

"Okay fine... Anything else! If not then can I leave??"

"Tell me it is not true?" Zoya mumbled with her eyes ready to jump out of their sockets. "It is the truth Zoya and you have to follow him." Najma lied hiding her smile which she feared will change into laughter soon. "Allah Miya what's wrong with you?? In which century is he living??" Zoya shouted while standing on the couch. "Zoya try to understand!! It is useless to go against him. You have to do what he is saying." Najma tried to make Zoya understand. No doubt that she and Humaira were now enjoying Zoya's reaction. "No way...!! No hey!! I am not his slave that I have to obey him!! I am NOT going obey him at all! He has gone mad. He has lost his brains." Zoya shouted.

Dilshad who entered the hall from the kitchen saw the situation and frowned hearing such an allegation on Asad. "Najma what are...?" Dilshad tried to interrupt but was interrupted as Asad made an entry adding fuel to the situation. "What is happening??" Asad said entering the hall. Zoya glared at him as if she will eat him alive. If looks could kill Asad would have died 1000 times by now. She jumped down from the couch and marched towards Asad. "Problem is asking himself that what the problem is." Zoya commented sarcastically. "This is because of you. And you are asking what happened?? What do you think of yourself huh??" She said pointing a finger at him making Najma and Humaira chuckle silently at her back.

Dilshad confusedly looked at them. "What did I do?" Asad asked. "What did I do?? Wrong question... You should ask what I didn't do. You asked me to stop wearing jeans!!! Who are you to say that??" Zoya yelled while Dilshad looked shocked. "Why will Asad..." Dilshad again tried to interrupt but Asad replied before her. "Yeah!! You are not allowed to wear Jeans in the house!! Better obey!! Ammi one coffee please..." He went towards his room before Zoya could even reply. He went winking at Dilshad making her understand his play. "He will never stop irritating her." She mumbled shaking her head moving back to kitchen. Zoya stood rooted at the spot baffled. She could not believe that he is the same Asad she left behind. "Such a big orthodox moron he is. Do whatever you want Mr. Asad Ahmad Khan I am not going to follow you. My name is also Zoya Farooqi." With a determined look she turned to see Najma and Humaira.

"He is a JERK." Zoya commented to them while shaking her head. She could still not believe that Asad can say something like this. She was again reminded of her past memories.

"Come on Zoe you look gorgeous in jeans also. It is just you were looking super gorgeous today in that traditional suit today." Said a 16 years old Asad to 14 years old angry Zoya.

"But people call girls wearing jeans really bad in character." Zoya whispered with her eyes downcast.

"A person cannot be judged by his or her clothes. It is the person character that people should see not clothe. Those people are douche bags. Just ignore such people." Asad suggested.

"Will you ever stop anyone from wearing jeans??" Zoya asked with a cute pout on her face.

"That depends..." Asad remarked playfully only to get smacked by Zoya. "Areyy I was just kidding. Of course I won't Zoe. It is totally a person's choice not anyone else. That sounds so ridiculous." Asad replied honestly with yuck expression over the single thought.

"You are the best friend any one can get. I wish everyone gets a friend like you." Zoya confessed hugging him making Asad smile.

"But I don't want people to get friend like me." Asad replied with a serious face.

"Why?" Zoya asked breaking the hug with a frown set on her face.

"My market value will fall badly." Asad expressed making Zoya chuckle. "Why are you chuckling? I am so serious. Why type of friend you are?"

"Asad you are impossible." Zoya commented while looking at his fake serious face.

"Exclusively for you." Asad winked at her before ruffling her hairs making her smile.

Zoya came out of her past memories as she felt the burden on her heart increasing. "I need to endure this." Saying this she left to her room. Najma and Humaira who were stifling their laughter by pressing their lips tight broke into fits of laughter once Zoya was out of sight. Asad who was hiding behind the pillar came out laughing too. "That was a nice start." He commented. "What nice start? I was so dead." Humaira said taking a long breath. "Not my fault if your sister is a Hitler." Asad teased while ruffling Humaira's hairs. "Not my fault if my son is a prankster." They turned to see Dilshad standing with her eye brows raised. "Bother to explain what is going on?" "Oh my sweet Ammi let me explain it to you. The thing is that we are just having fun. We selected Zoya because she behaves like a jailer. So we are just trying to lighten up everything." Asad told her the half-truth while wrapping his arm around her. He knew he can't tell Dilshad everything in front of Humaira and Najma.

Cutlery clattering with random gossips going on the Khans' and Siddiqis' sat on the table on tea time. Razia's eyes roamed around to see Zoya but she wasn't here as she expected. She sighed before sipping her tea back. "Oh yeah I remembered Asad will you join us on Saturday?" Dilshad asked making Asad give a blank look. "Where?" Asad asked back taking a sip of his coffee. "See I told you. I was expecting it only". Razia said as if a matter a fact. "Asad I think I told you that we have to attend Amal's marriage functions. She is your friend. How can you forget it?" Dilshad informed and scolded him slightly at the same time. "Ooh that thing huh! I will join you but only on reception. I won't join you all tonight." Asad replied slightly embarrassed on forgetting his own friends' wedding. But it wasn't his fault too.

The last few days have been quiet hectic for everyone, especially HIM. First Zoya came, then her astonishing acts and last but not least she disappeared only to come back injured. As if that was not less he gets to know about the danger lurking around her. He shook his head recalling the past few days. "Razia will Zoy...?" Gaffur asked but stopped as Razia interrupted. "I don't know anything about her. Totally depends on her." Razia ended with a sigh. Asad noticed the pained look on Gaffur's face as Razia ended. "Don't worry she will join us for sure." Asad announced getting up from the table. "And may I ask how you are going to tame the LIONESS? She will eat you up. Already your drama pissed her off." Ayaan asked munching his biscuits. Najma and Humaira told him about everything. "If she is a lioness than don't forget that I am also a LION. And no matter what the final verdict is always of the KING i.e. LION not LIONESS." Winking to Ayaan Asad left to his room pondering over his strategy. "I hope everything goes well." Nikhat commented while everyone agreed with her.

At night:

Zoya was working on her laptop when Helen entered not before knocking. "Zoya I need to talk to you. It is urgent." Helen tried to be calm as much as she can. "Calm down. Come sit." Zoya kept the laptop aside gesturing Helen to sit next to her. "Zoya there is news from US..." "Are Rehan and Sehar okay? Or did anything happen to HIM?" Zoya asked immediately with a pause in between. She immediately picked her phone to only let Helen pull it from her. "Listen to me first. Rehan and Sehar both are okay. And HE is also okay. But he is missing you. Zoya do you think that leaving him there was a right option? I mean I really don't think it is a good idea." Helen began to talk about other thing and the news was left long forgotten. "It is dangerous for him to be here. And Ammi also don't know anything yet. I don't want any problem for him. And secondly Sehar and Rehan are there." Zoya replied going near the window. She also misses HIM but she can't risk his life. "I agree that Sehar and Rehan are there but Zoya NO ONE CAN FILL YOUR PLACE IN HIS LIFE. Why don't you get it?" Helen said angrily while turning Zoya towards her. "I am not leaving him. Just let me settle everything here then I will return back to New York. I am not planning to live her to my whole life." "And how many days will it take?? Helen questioned but Zoya remained quiet. Her eyes stuck to one direction. Helen saw Zoya's eye widen up as she was going to ask her Helens' phone rang up. Zoya turned to Helen to see her eyes widening up. "Helen/Zoya ..." That was all Zoya and Helen whispered together after Helen ended her phone call.

(Italic parts are of Asad's pov.)

Asad sat on the couch after changing with several thoughts running in his mind. Zoya was again not on the table at dinner. Her food was sent to her room. What is this girl? I can't understand her even an inch. So outgoing at a moment and then all of a sudden she turns up a cold hearted girl. Weird beauty queen I must say. I cannot deny that I have started to like her. Asad snapped out of his thoughts only to see Zoya. "What are you doing here?" Asad asked Zoya who entered his room without knocking. "Mr. Khan Najma is not feeling well. Since everyone is gone to some wedding ceremony so I thought to inform you." Zoya replied moving towards him. She was looking around the room secretly.

Before Asad could respond Zoya was sitting next to him on the couch with her hand on his mouth. She signaled him to stay quiet. "Yes Mr. Khan we need to take her to the hospital." Zoya lied aloud making Asad's eyes to widen up. He tried to remove her hand but Zoya kept her gun on his forehead putting a stop on his protest. Zoya was holding her gun behind her but she brought it in front when she saw Asad is going to protest out loud. "Just do as I say! No noise. Say LETS GO out loud. Nothing else. Understand?" Zoya whispered and Asad nodded. "Let's Go." Asad said out loud and stood up as Zoya's closeness was affecting him badly. But Zoya was the least to bother to care about this thing all her concentration was towards a certain direction.

Asad began to move towards the door when Zoya held his hand. Asad was about to say something with Zoya kept her hand on his mouth again. "Silent." Zoya whispered slowly. She took Asad's hand and made him stand on the wall opposite to the Bathroom. Asad looked at her confused. His eyes were ready to jump out of the sockets as he saw Zoya loading up her revolver. "What are you doing?" Asad whispered in her ears. Zoya ignored him and gave him a knife making Asad confuse like hell. There were standing like if a person enters the room can easily see them but if a person comes out of bathroom he/she cannot see her certainly. Zoya took out a remote from her pocket and pressed a button on it. Soon Asad saw a shadow on the room's door raising his thumbs up. Asad looked back at Zoya to see her taking a deep breath before turning towards him. "Don't move from here. Not even a single inch." She whispered. Zoya pressed another button on the remote which caused the person standing outside the door to open the door. The door opened revealing Helen who was also holding up a gun. Helen gave a thumb up to Zoya before closing the door loudly. After five minutes of silence Asad heard a door opening. He looked towards the door but there was no one. He turned towards his left to see a shadow on the ground. "What the hell? Who is in my bathroom?" Asad thought. He came out of his thoughts as Zoya checked her revolver one last time before signaling Asad to hold his knife tightly.

Somewhere on Earth:

"Where is your boss?" Asked a man in his 20's to a goon probably.. "Boss is in his room. I will inform him that you are..." The goon was left behind as the man walked ahead without listening anything further. The man was tall in height with good muscles. His hairs jet black while his black eyes complimented his fair complexion. His bent clearly showed his anger with his hands closed to form a perfect fist. His eyes were red showing the real image of the storm going on inside him. He stormed into the room where a guy, so called BOSS, was relaxing on the chair. As if it added fuel to the infuriated man as he held the boss by his collar immediately. "I told you that I will tolerate everything but not a single scratch on my SISTERS. Why did you send those assholes to her college?" The boss smirked due to which a punch graced his face. "Cool down dude. I sent those goons to confirm whether your FIRST SISTER is back or not. But tch my bad luck that she isn't." "YOU HAVE NO CONCERN WHETHER SHE RETURNS OR NOT. STAY IN YOUR LIMITS." The man roared grabbing his neck. Due to the commotion some goons entered the cabin. They were going to grab the guy but were stopped by his roar only. "NO ONE WILL MOVE FROM HIS PLACE." He threw the boss on the floor that was still showing no anger or any sign of rage. "I am warning you that NO means NO danger for my sisters." He warned pointing his finger at him.

Boss stood up with him thumb cleaning the blood from the corner of his lips. "I won't hurt HUMAIRA but no guarantee for Zoya. I just want to settle scores with her and secondly I want something from her if she gave then well and good otherwise..." "I WON'T ALLOW IT!!" He roared grabbing his collar once again. "Till when?? Someday or other she has to die why not from my hands?" Boss mocked adding fuel to the fire. "Until I am alive you won't be able to hurt her. Hurt is far you won't even be able to linger around her." He replied pushing him away and returning at the same speed at which he entered. "We will see." The boss smirked while removing the blood oozing out of lips.

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