Hello everyone,
I recently watched Qubool hai all over again, and fell in love with Asya again. This is my first OS on Asya, so hope you all like it. I would appreciate it if you guys hit the like button.đł I am planning on making this a three-shot if I get enough likes.
This OS starts from when Zoya thinks that her Abbu had died 15 years ago, and decides to leave for New York.
Asya OS: "Never Leave Me"
He couldnât believe what he had just heard. âRehne ki koi vajah bhi toh nahi hai mere paas Phupi,â she had said. But for some reason, he felt angry at hearing those words. What did she mean that she has no reason to stay. What about him? Is he not reason enough. Couldnât she stay for him? He was angry, but more than that, he was hurt, and he didnât know why. Why did it affect him so much? Afterall she was just a guest, she had to leave one day. He shouldnât be this upset over a guest leaving, that too a guest like Ms. Farooqi, who didnât have any tehzeeb. But how could she leave him like this? âYeh ladki mujhe pagal kar degi,â he said while massaging his temples.
On the other hand, Zoya was sitting on her bed thinking about the events of the last few days. Her purpose of coming to India had been fulfilled. She was devastated finding out about her father but had somehow found peace in the fact that her father didnât deliberately abandon her. She finally got all her answers to why her abbu didnât try to find her. Her train of thought took her to Mr. Khan. She thought about how she wouldâve handled herself without him being there with her. She would have completely broken down. She always felt safe with him. Whenever she was in trouble, he was always there for her. âAllah miyan, New York mein agar mai kisi musibat mein hui to mujhe kaun bachayega,â she asked her Allah Miyan with her eyes wide. She heard a brief knock and her room door barged open. There he was, standing at her room entrance with a painful expression. Was that the answer to her question? Was God trying to tell her that he will always be there to save her from any kind of trouble? She came out of her thoughts.
âAllah Miyan, what's wrong with you Mr. Khan? Koi aise kisi ke room mein aata hai? Bina knock kiye?â
âMeine knock kiya tha Ms. Farooqi. Aap hi kisi aur duniya mein khoyi hongi.â He saw her nostrils flare and smiled to himself. She took a long angry stride toward him, with her finger pointing at him.
âMr. Khan! Aap..â Before she could finish her sentence, he had held her hand and pulled her toward himself.
Zoya looked into his intense eyes and felt heat creeping up her face. What was he doing? First, he barges into her room like that, and now this. Just when she was thinking all this, she felt his gaze at her.
âMs. Farooqi, what did you mean when you said there was no reason for you to stay?â He asked in a low voice, he sounded hurt which confused her further.
âMr. Khan aap khud bhi confused rehte hain aur mujhe bhi kar dete hain. Aap mujhse aise kyun pooch rahe hain? Aakhir maine ek na ek din to wapis jana hi tha.â Her voice got low in the last sentence. âAap hi batayiye kya reason hai mere paas rukne ka? Bataiye na Mr. Khan?â She didnât know why she was getting mad at him all of a sudden.
âMs. Farooqi, wo actually..â
She slightly pushed him away and turned around. âMr. Khan aap jayiye yahan se. Mujhe sona hai, subha meri flight hai.â
He couldnât take it anymore. Her reminding him again wasnât helping at all. He aggressively turned her around and her hands landed on his chest. One of his arms circled around her waist and pulled her closer. She could feel his heartbeat furiously, which matched hers. Her eyes met his. His other hand caressed her cheek so gently, that she would have fainted. âAllah miyan, yeh Mr.Khan ko kya hogya..?â she thought to herself.
âMs. Far...Zoya, kya aap sach mein wapas jana chahti hain?â She was about to say something when he put his hand over her lips. Zoya could feel his other hand on her waist. His eyes didnât move away from her face even for a second.
âShhh! Mujhe bolne dijiye aaj Ms. Farooqi. Kya aap mere bina reh payengi?â Her eyes went wide at what he had just asked her. Her heart was beating wildly against his chest, and so was his. He had mustered up all his courage to ask her this question, and he wasnât going to leave without an answer, come what may.
Zoya didnât know why but she didnât have an answer to that question, even though she had asked the same question to herself a few minutes ago. âVaise to Zoya Farooqi sab kuch kar sakti hai, par kya woh Mr. Khan ke bina reh sakti hai?â She had never been this nervous in her life. Asad kept looking at her and tried to read her face. She was lost in her own thoughts. What was she thinking? He wondered. When he didnât get any answer, he pressed his hand against her waist, making her eyes meet his.
âKya aap chahte hain main ruk jau Mr. Khan?â He was getting annoyed. He had asked her a question and she couldnât answer it with another question.
âSawaal pehle maine poocha tha!â He decided to up his game a little, or else he would never win from his Zoya. Wait! His Zoya? âYeh ladki mujhe sach mein pagal kar degi.â He thought.
âPar jawaab pehle mujhe chahiye.â
He groaned at that. He was trying so hard to control himself but he couldnât do it anymore. He pinned her against the wall, making her gasp. He caged her between his arms. Both his arms rested near her face on the wall behind. He could tell she was affected by the closeness, so he couldnât let this chance go.
âMr. Khan!â is all she could say.
âHmm!?â he hummed totally lost in her. His face was so close to hers, even he forgot that he was supposed to make her answer.
âMain aapke bina kaise rahunga Ms. Farooqi.? Hmm? Please bataiye mujhe.â His forehead came down to touch hers. Zoya could hear the sincerity in his voice. She had never imagined Mr. Khan to say all this.
âAur mai jaanta hun that aap bhi mujhe boht miss karengi. Haina Zoya?â He looked at her with expecting eyes.
âHmm!â She hummed when his thumb came to caress her cheek lightly. His thumb traced her lip, making her moan.
âToh ruk jayiye na.â Her heart skipped a beat hearing him plead like that. She felt her eyes tear up. He wiped her tears and looked in her eyes. Right hand still caressing her cheek, his left hand came to rest on her back before pulling her closer than she already was. A gasp escaped her lips.
âKuch toh boliye Ms. Farooqi. Aap nahi jaa rahi na?â He brought his face close to her ear. Zoya could feel his breath on her ear which was making her go crazy. He wanted to know what she had been thinking. Her on the other hand was feeling all sorts of things. She couldnât talk with him being this close to her. âJi!â She breathed out. He sighed in relief and couldnât help but smile. With that he bent his head further and breathed in her hair, making her close her eyes. He looked at her closed eyes and exclaimed, âBeautiful!â Her eyes flew open, locking with his once again. There was an unknown desire in both of their eyes, that they couldnât put words to, but both could feel it. She bit her lip in nervousness. His eyes followed her every move. He groaned when she bit into her lip. Asad was not in his senses anymore.
âZoya, I want to..â he didnât get to finish his sentence.
âKiss you so bad!â with that she pulled his head down and sealed her lips with his. Asad was shocked would be an understatement. Damn! She was bold. Zoya had heard Asad groan, which had made her go crazy and lose her control.
He came out of his shock and deepened the kiss, his mouth firm and warm, as he wrapped his arms around her. Their hearts were beating wildly against each other'. Suddenly a kiss didn't seem enough.
Zoya didnât know what got into her. Just a minute ago, she was all flustered and now she had just kissed Asad shamelessly, and then she placed her hands on his chest making her way down to his six-packs. She had always dreamed of this moment, and now that she had a chance to feel his abs, how could she not take it. Her hands roamed over his taut stomach, making him groan.
âZoya, you are killing me!â he said before capturing her lips once again. This time they kissed slowly and passionately. Zoya felt fireworks going through her body. Sparks flying. His hands were on her waist and hers on his chest. The kiss was getting passionate as time passed. Asad took her bottom lip and slightly bit it making her smile.
Their foreheads touched. It was perfect. They both had never felt this way before. Asad knew he loved her at that very moment.
âMs. Farooqi!â
âAllah Miyan, whatâs wrong with you? Aap itna sab kuch hone k baad bhi mujhe Ms. Farooqi bula rahe hain.â
He chuckled. Only his Zoya could get mad after all that just happened between them.
âZoya! Iâm not good at expressing myself, but main itna kehna chahta hun ke jabse aap aayi hain, meri zindagi badal gayi hai. Aapne mujhe hassna sikha diya hai. Mujhe Ammi aur Najma k ilawa kisi aur ki bhi parwah hone lagi hai. Aap kehti thi na mere dil mein seena nahi pathar hai.â Zoya chuckled at this. âAapne mujhe yeh ehsas dilaya hai ke iss seene mein bhi dil hai. Shayad aap ke yahan se jaane ke khayal se mujhe yeh ehsaas hua ke aapke bina main adhoora hun. Zoya I canât imagine you going away from me ever now. Kya kar diya hai aapne mujhe? Hmm? Mujhe nahi pata yeh kab hua aur kaise hua, lekin Zoya, main aapse kehna chahta hoon ke mujhe aapse muhabbat ho gayi hai. That I love you Zoya Farooqi!â He said it without any doubt in his mind. He had never been this sure in his life. He could see relief, love, happiness, and all kinds of different emotions on her face. And then he saw her tear up again.
Zoya was beyond happy listening to his confession. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
Asad could tell those were tears of happiness so he just wiped them with his thumb and cupped her cheeks lovingly. He patiently waited for her to talk. She stepped closer and hugged him. She rested her head on his chest and his hands came around her waist, hugging her back.
âYouâve made me the happiest woman in the world today,â She said against his chest. She could feel his heart beating just as fast as hers.
âDoes that mean..?â he trailed off.
Zoya broke the hug but didnât move away. His hands still lay where they were and hers rested on his chest right above his heart.
âMr. Khan, main soch nahi sakti thi that ek din aisa bhi aayega jab aap mujhse yeh sab kahenge. Aap nahi jaante aaj aapne mujhe kitni khushi di hai. I love you too Mr. Khan. Iss Kaneez ko bhi Jahanpanah se muhabbat ho gayi.â She laughed at her own joke. âWell issi baat par ek sher arz hai,
âBina pyaar ke jeene wale, shaks hai hazaar,
Jahapanah six packs ne kiya aaj iss kaneez se apni muhabbat ka izhaarâ
He picked her up and twirled her around. They both were on cloud nine. They laughed together. Asad suddenly stopped and put her down. Her face was glowing and he couldnât take his eyes off of her face.
âIâm so lucky to have you,â He stated.
âNo! Iâm the luckiest one,â She said proudly, stepping forward to close the gap between them. She stood on her toe tips, wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Their lips molded with each other, moving in perfect sync. They couldnât help but smile into the kiss. Asad looked in her eyes for a moment before pushing his body against her and trailing his lips down her neck, finding her sweet spot. Zoya couldnât hold back the moan. He pulled back and just when she thought it was over, he blew over the wet spot he made, causing her to moan and hold his hair tighter. He pulled himself up again, his fine eyes meeting hers.
âI love you!â She couldnât help but say again. He smiled and then a smirk formed on his lips.
âYou love me or the things I am doing right nowâ She blushed and bit on her lip again.
âYouâre not going to stop, are you?â He chuckled looking at her lips.
âNever!â Saying that she ran away from him, laughing. He smiled and ran behind her. This is how they spent the whole night. Laughing, teasing, kissing, and talking.
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