AsYa SS: The Heart And The Mind *DISCONTINUED* - Page 4

Wow!! I’m so loving this story😍 Loving all the twists! How i wish things would have gone this way!

Awesome work❤️

Originally posted by: sj_qh_kabhi

Wow!! I’m so loving this story😍 Loving all the twists! How i wish things would have gone this way!

Awesome work❤️

Thank you so much!❤️

Hey guys! Here's the 6th chappy! Enjoy!

The Heart and the Mind

Chapter 6: Voids Filled

Asad was sipping his coffee at the dining table nervously. How in the world was he going to break it to his mother and sister that he was going to New York alone? They would surely be upset.

Argh what do I tell Ammi and Tamater?! That I'm gonna go get Zoya back from New York? Actually on second thought that might work, but they'll still want to come along. C'mon Asad THINK! I can't even delay this, I have to go for work- wait a minute. WORK! I'll tell them I have to go to New York for some kind of deal! YES!!

Dilshad was busy making breakfast when Assad's voice caught her attention.

"Ammi! Tamater! Can you please come here? I have to tell you something important."

"Yes Bhaijaan?"

"Haan Asad?"

Dilshad and Najma came hurrying to the living room. Tanveer peeping out of her room.

"Ammi, Tamater, I have to go to New York."

Najma squealed, "Does that mean you're bringing Zoya back?"

"I don't know, we got a call for an important merger. So I'm going for business."

Asad smirked internally.

"Oh...okay." Najma mumbled, disappointed.

"Asad, even if you're going there for business pay Zoya a visit. I'm sure she'll be glad to see you. And while you're at it, if possible, bring my daughter back?" Dilshad requested him, eyes brimming with tears.

Yes Ammi, I'll bring back your daughter...and my love.

Wow dude, real cheesy.

Asad nodded, "Yes. I-I'll try Ammi."

"Yaaay Bhaijaan! Who knew you were so romantic?" Najma said dreamily. Tanveer was scowling from the door of her room.

"So what I also wanted to tell you is, Ayaan will be staying here and taking care of you both while I'm gone. It might take more than a week so...a-are you okay with it Ammi?" Asad asked, just in case.

Dilshad nodded.

"Okay, so I'll be leaving on the 15th of December. I'll miss you guys. So, so much." Asad pulled them into a warm group hug. Just then a voice at the door made them jump apart.

"Arre Bhai what's this?! ME TOO ME TOO ME TOOO!!" Ayaan ran into the house and pulled the family together for another group hug. All of them laughing.

Tanveer was fuming. How was she going to carry out her plan now?! She couldn't even do anything because she noticed Ayaan was glaring at her after they broke the hug.

The next three days were of excitement for the Khans. Dilshad gave him a dozen dresses she'd bought for Zoya, saying 'give them to her when you meet her' but Asad politely (and quite romantically too) declined, saying Zoya was going to come home anyways. Najma was just happy and smiling. Ayaan was winking at his Bhaijaan every chance he got. Asad was almost always smiling to himself like an idiot.

He was thinking about how he could confess his feelings to her. Planning what he could say to her to make her feel beautiful. How he could caress her soft cheeks and run his hands through her hair.

Mmhmm? Where else would you run your hands Asad?

His heart chimed in. He got butterflies in his stomach as he dwelled on the thought.

Oh shut up! What the hell are you thinking?

He shut his thoughts up as he smirked to himself, and closed the zip of his finally packed suitcase. He would leave today morning. Asad had woken up before sunrise to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything.

He walked out, dragging the suitcase behind him only to find Ayaan waiting for him, chilling on the sofa.

"Arre wah Bhai, you're up already? Excited are we?" he smirked.

"Of course I am Ayaan, isn't it obvious?'

Ayaan nodded, impressed by his brother's sudden surge in romance.

"Jaa Simran! Jee le apni zindagi!" Ayaan yelled dramatically, Asad rolled his eyes again.

JFK Airport, New York

Asad strolled out into the New York sun, taking a deep breath of relief. He had finally landed in New York after a long and tiring flight filled with crying babies, snoring men and loud, gossiping women. He decided he needed some sleep first and went to his hotel near Times Square.

He soon fell asleep after settling down in his hotel room, a certain someone blessing his dreams.

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Zoya was hanging some photos in her new apartment in 5th Avenue. She changed the positions several times to fit her liking but none of them were good enough! Giving up. she walked to the kitchen to get herself the leftover pizza from last night. Just then, her doorbell rang.

"Argh! What NOW!" she mumbled angrily and opened the door.

"Hello beautiful!"

"OMG! You're here!" she squealed and threw her arms around the guy's neck.

"Of course I am! I wanna help my artistically challenged best friend decorate her house! I don't want a beautiful apartment like this to turn into a circus tent now do I?" he smirked. Zoya smacked him on the head playfully and motioned him to come in.

"Sooo? How's my sister from another mother?" Zoya asked, nudging Jesse in the shoulder.

"Oh Dia's fine. How could she not be? She's with ME after all!" Jesse said in mock pride, pulling his non-existent collar up.

"That's exactly why I asked! She's with YOU, of all the people she could be with." Zoya retorted.

"Aah jealous are we?" Jesse teased.

"What?! Eww no! Besides..."

"Yeah you like that idiot from India right?" Jessed rolled his eyes.

"Yeah! And stop calling him an idiot!" Zoya huffed.

"What? I'm not wrong, he's an idiot for letting you go!"

"It's okay Jesse, he's not like most men. Yes, he's got a short temper and doesn't like talking, but that doesn't mean he's got no heart!"

"Okay, okay I'm sorry. We good?"

Zoya gave him a thumbs up and continued hanging the photos up.

After 3 long hours of decoration, Joey slumped down on the sofa and dialed his wife's number.

"Heyyy gorgeous! What say we meet for lunch?" he waited for a reply then suddenly pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at it in horror. The voice from the other side was shouting at him, causing Zoya to laugh hysterically.

"Hey hey hey babe slow down! I don't wanna lose my ears before we go to that concert at the Garden!"

"To hell with the concert!" came the voice from the phone.

Jesse gasped in fake shock, "Hey c'mon! I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry for forgetting our 3-months-after-marriage anniversary! Just meet us at The Coffee Project in half an hour okay babe?"

"I hate you!" huffed the voice from the phone.

"Yeah I love you too babe see ya!" Jesse cut the call and sighed in relief.

"You forgot your 3-months-after-marriage anniversary?!" Zoya gasped, mocking Jesse.

"Oh shut up! Let's go."

They reached the café in 20 minutes. Zoya was just wearing a denim jacket over her loose white t-shirt and black leggings. That was the way she usually dressed. Even though she loved wearing jeans, leggings were just something she adored! Zoya caught an empty table and sat down along with Jesse.

"Can I get you both something?" asked the waiter for their table.

"No, we're just-"

"I'll have a large caramel frappe, with extra whipped cream, a dash of hazelnut chocolate, 3 sugar cubes and loaded with chocolate chips!" Zoya ordered, leaving Jesse to gape at her. The waiter smiled meekly and hurried away.

"You sure you're gonna be able to finish that?"

"Of course! Why else would I order it?" Zoya said, flipping her hair like a diva. Jesse rolled his eyes at her. The door of the café opened again, sending chilled wind throughout the area. Dia had arrived!

"Well well well look who here!"

Zoya and Dia squealed and hugged each other tightly.

"Gosh girls it's only been a week since you met!" Jesse pointed out.

"SO? You have no idea how long that week was for me!" Dia argued. Jesse fell silent, causing Zoya to snicker and raise a brow teasingly.

They chatted and discussed for about an hour before finally leaving the café.

"Bye Zoe!" Dia called out and waved at Zoya frantically.

"Bye guys! See y'all tomorrow!" Zoya called out from a distance and turned around to walk to her apartment, since Jesse and Dia had taken Jesse's car. She was honestly happy to walk home. Zoya loved watching the city lights at night, even though it was mostly crowded.

She slung her purse over her shoulder and strolled across the footpath. Seeing the different kinds of fashion stores that were glimmering proudly on the sides. Suddenly Zoya's phone started ringing. It was Api. Zoya quickly accepted the call and greeted her Api.

"Assalam-Waleikum Api! How's everything over there on the other side of town?" Zoya giggled.

"Zoya! Forget about all that! I have to tell you something." Zeenat said ecstatically. Making Zoya wonder what the hell happened.

"Api, first you calm down. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.-"

"Zoyaaa listen na!"

"Arre?! Itna kya hua? Aap-"

"Zoya listen to her beta!" came Anwar's voice from somewhere far behind Zeenat.

"Arre ab to Jeeju bhi bol rahe hain! Itna kya hua Api tell me naa!"

"Zoya! Guess who just visited us!"

"Arre Api what the fu-"

"Zoya!"

"I mean what the hell Api! Right now you were willing to tell me, now I have to guess? Just tell me woman!"

"No! At least try guessing!"

"Fine." Zoya huffed as she walked down the street of the Brownstone houses she always adored. She was just wandering around now!

"Was it...Aditi?"

"Nope! Lemme give you a hint, it was a guy." Anwar chimed in.

"Don't tell me Jesse visited!"

"Na-uh wrong!"

"Uhmm...was it Mahir?"

"Nope! Why would it be Mahir? He's all the way in India, he did call once though. We thought it's just a prank, he was talking about some kind of Naagin voodoo-"

"Api, I don't care! Just tell me who it was!"

"Okay okay it was-"

Before she could hear who it was, she bumped against a strong chest, causing her phone to fall down from her hands.

"Zoya? Zoya are you there?" Then the line got cut.

Zeenat looked at the receiver, confused. "Yeh call toh cut ho gaya! Do you think she heard what I said?" Zeenat asked Anwar, who was laughing.

"Has kya rahe ho?! I'm serious Anwar! Do you think she cut the call because of the answer?"

"Zeenat, she never heard the answer! She must've stumbled or something which caused the call to cut."

"How can you be so sure?" Zeenat asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"I know my Zoya!"

Zeenat scoffed and went in the kitchen.

"You know what Zeenat? We'll call her again sometime later! OKAY?" He shouted out the last portion of the sentence, knowing Zeenat would just ignore him.

Anwar rolled his eyes, "Dono behen, ekdum opposites!"

Zoya clenched her eyes shut and waited for the concrete floor to hit, but it never did! She was held firm by a familiar pair of muscular arms. Zoya slowly opened her eyes and looked into the chocolate brown orbs she so loved. They were looking back at her with... love?

"A-aap?" Zoya asked bewildered, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. A gesture Asad instantly fell in love with. He pulled her closer by the waist.

"Haan! Mein. Aap ko kaun laga?" Asad's voice was breaking.

"V-vaise nahi, I mean- what..what are you doing here?" Zoya's carefully plastered barrier was on the verge of collapse.

"I...I came here because, woh actually-"

Damn it Asad speak up! Tell her, tell her what you feel!

He'd practiced this so many times! Why was this happening to him?!

"Miss Faroo- Zoya. I just came here for some merger for my company. But I- I tried to find you, all day. I don't know why, but the fact that we're both in the same city and haven't seen each other...it..it tormented me."

Butterflies exploded in Zoya's stomach. She would've fallen to the ground if Asad hadn't been holding her.

"Mr Khan wha-"

"Please Zoya, let me say everything I want to say. Everything I've always wanted to say, but was afraid to because I thought I would lose you. I'm so, so sorry Zoya." He leaned closer and tightened his hold around her. Zoya felt goosebumps erupt on her body as Asad buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"M-Mr Khan...what..." Zoya couldn't form a coherent sentence. She was purely shocked and touched by Asad's words. He didn't hate her! In fact, she even thought he was having the same feelings as hers. But then she remembered Phoopi's words, 'you've got to stand strong in the face of my emotionally challenged, idiotic son!' Zoya laughed sadly, holding on to him. She'd forgiven him, but he'll have to prove he's worth it, she decided.

She felt warm tears on her shoulder and pulled away to look at Asad.

"Mr Khan! You're crying..." Zoya said, trying not to break down herself.

"Mr Khan, let's... let's go to my apartment and talk okay?"

He wiped his tears and nodded, "Yeah, okay."

"Oh shit! I almost forgot!" Zoya facepalmed and bent down to pick up her phone. Asad simply smiled at her, glad to have his old Zoya back. Blushing furiously, Zoya dialled the number of her Api.

"Hello, Api! You were saying something...sorry the call got cut, I bumped into someone and dropped my phone." Zoya said looking at Asad apprehensively. Asad shrugged.

"Yeah I wanted to tell you, guess who visited us!"

"Arre yaar Api! Just tell me!"

"Okay! Okay, Asad visited us! He said he was looking for you!" API squealed, Zoya gaped at Asad.

"Zoyaaa? Zoya! Are you there? Ya Allah yeh ladki bhi na..."

"Y-yes Api. I'm here I uh- I need to go. Bye!" Zoya cut the call and looked at Asad angrily. Asad was stifling a laugh.

"Mr KHAAAN!" She whined, "what's wrong with you Mr Khan? Why didn't you tell me this?"

"You never asked!" Asad shrugged. Zoya glared at him but soon softened her gaze. When had her Jahapanah become so playful?!

"M-Mr Khan, do you wanna come along? We'll uh, we'll you know, talk? Over coffee?" Zoya asked nervously.

"Sure! I-I need to talk to you anyways.." Asad agreed happily.

I'm sorry Zoya... I've hurt you so much, but...but being the strong, breathtakingly beautiful woman you are, you're still so carefree! Thank you, for reminding me how much I love you every second I look at you.

"Mr Khan?" Zoya snapped her fingers in front of Asad's dreamy eyes. Asad blinked out of his reverie.

"EARTH TO MR KHAN." Zoya taunted.

"Sorry, let's...let's go."

And they walked to Zoya's apartment, Asad's arm instinctively going around Zoya's shoulder, making her blush profusely and wonder, when did Mr Khan become so romantic?

They reached Zoya's apartment when Zoya's phone rang once again, rolling her eyes, she checked who was calling her. It was a video call from Jesse. She accepted it and held the phone in front of her face.

"Hey beautiful!" chimed Jesse's voice. Asad clearly heard that phrase and tensed.

"Hi, Jesse I'm kinda in the middle of something right now, um could we talk later?"

Asad's mind was reeling, who the heck is that guy, why is he calling her at this time of the day and why does it seem like a regular thing? There was a lump of worry in Asad's throat by now.

Who's Jesse? Ya Allah please don't let it be her boyfriend or something. I can't lose her. Not this time.

Asad cleared his throat to gain Zoya's attention as they entered her apartment.

"Uhm Z-Zoya, if you don't mind me asking, who...who was that on the phone earlier?"

"Oh that! That was Jesse, my best friend's husband! He's like a brother to me!" Zoya declared happily. Asad felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Gussa sambhalo Asad Miyan! Zoya isn't anyone else's yet, but you'll have to make her yours before she is. Otherwise you'll lose her... forever.

Precap: NY tour with a dollop of AsYa!😉

(I know I promised jealous Asad in this chapter, but I kept on writing and the chapter kept changing😆There'll definitely he more of jello Asad in the next one!😃)

Hope you guys liked this chapter! This was my first time writing an AsYa 'moment', so it probably sucks but I'll be happy to read your comments and 'moment' writing tips if you guys have any! Love y'all!❤️

~ Meg

Asad being romantic is just lovely❤️ Awesome update. Loved how asad and zoya met😍 Can’t wait to read more 🙈❤️

Awwwww

I love this Asad! This is such a lovely track and I am loving it!

You write so well!

Originally posted by: sj_qh_kabhi

Asad being romantic is just lovely❤️ Awesome update. Loved how asad and zoya met😍 Can’t wait to read more 🙈❤️

Thank you! Honestly I couldn't stop from writing a romantic and sad Asad. For some reason I love reading/watching how Asad needs Zoya! Your comments mean a lot to me!❤️

~Meg

Originally posted by: fatima30

Awwwww

I love this Asad! This is such a lovely track and I am loving it!

You write so well!

Thank you!! I'm glad you're loving the track and liked the romantic part. Especially the romantic part😅. Thank you for letting me know I can write 'moments' nicely! Your comments make my day!❤️

~Meg

Heyya guys! Welcome to the preview of the seventh chappy. Happy reading!

P.S: Imp note after preview!

The Heart and the Mind

Chapter 7: Preview

Zoya entered her apartment and switched on the lights. Revealing to Asad the most colorful house he'd ever seen! He liked it, to be honest. The color palette was selected nicely. There was a fluffy turquoise L-shaped sofa in the living room, with many pink and blue throw pillows on it. There was no carpet, just a plain maple wood flooring with a few navy blue rugs here and there. But one specific wall caught his attention. It was the wall besides the door to a huge balcony, exactly opposite to the main door. The wall was filled with photos of Zoya. Zoya with her friends, Zoya with Zeenat and Anwar, and Zoya with his family. No, their family.

Asad smiled and went closer to the photos, while Zoya hurried away to change and check the kitchen to get something to eat. There was a photo of Zoya with a guy that caught his attention next. She was draping her arm across his shoulder and laughing. Her dimples stealing the spotlight. How he wanted her to smile like this when he was with her. He wanted to make her laugh and hear the sweet melody all day long.

"Mr Khan!" Zoya called out from the kitchen, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" he answered.

"I-I don't have anything in the fridge, are you okay with ordering?"

Asad rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. What was she eating then?!

"What are you saying Miss Farooqui how-" Asad stopped in his tracks as he laid eyes on the most desirable sight he'd ever seen. Zoya was wearing denim shorts and a loose, long-sleeved white t-shirt. He guessed she'd taken a quick shower because her hair was wet and set loose over her left shoulder. He gulped and stepped closer to the kitchen counter. Asad's head was dreaming up different images of those long beautiful legs wrapped around him, he was sure he was going to have several sleepless nights now!

"Mr Khan! I'm asking you something!" Zoya said, flailing her arms around to gain his attention. Little did she know his attention was only on her.

Asad blinked several times before he answered, "What?...Oh yeah, sure yeah, w-we can order."

Zoya furrowed her brow in confusion as to why Asad was acting like this. She picked up her phone and dropped down onto the sofa. She sat on the rightmost part of the sofa, where the sofa bent 90 degrees so she was able to straighten her legs out. Making Asad stare at her even more.

He was new to this side of Zoya, the hotter side.

Yep Asad, you just called Zoya 'hot'. Damn, this woman's really changing you! Just freakin' looking at her, she's gorgeous. A beautiful woman with a heart of gold, that's what she is.

Her slender legs and the wet hair kissing her cheeks was entirely too much for Asad to handle! He quickly decided to check his phone for any messages from his office.

"Mr Khan, should I order pizza or would you prefer something else?"

"Uhm... pizza's fine." Asad quickly answered without looking at Zoya, because if he did, he'd definitely lose control.

Zoya gaped at Asad. "Allah Miyah! When did you start liking pizza?!"

"Ever since I started liking you." Asad said, tearing his eyes off his phone to look Zoya in the eyes. A beautiful blush crept up her cheeks, Asad got up from his chair and walked towards Zoya. He sat down on the main sofa beside Zoya and gently took her hand in his, his gaze still lost in her eyes. He raised his other hand to caress her petal-soft cheek, which was colored by her blush.

"M-Mr Khan?"

"Hmm?" He hummed in a husky voice.

"You...really like me?" Zoya asked, still unable to believe that Asad had expressed his feelings so easily.

"Yes! Why else would I say it?" Asad placed the hand which was caressing her cheek on their held hands. Deciding in his mind that he would tell her the 'love' part later.

"No it's just, I'm sorry Mr Khan but sometimes I-I have this horrible feeling that, whatever you've been saying and doing it's-it's just out of guilt! And I'm so sorry," Zoya lifted their clamped hands to settle on her lap, which sent shivers down Asad's spine because the back of his hand was touching her smooth thigh. "I'm so sorry, for all the trouble I caused you." Zoya looked up to meet his eyes, which were glistening with tears.

"Zoya...don't you dare apologize for being the best thing that ever happened to me." He said sincerely. Zoya gasped at the statement and laughed sadly.

"So, I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" Zoya asked raising a sly brow.

"Yep!" Asad said. Slowly lifting up their hands to his lips. He placed a lingering kiss on the back of Zoya's hand, making her gasp slightly.

Okay to be honest I kinda posted this by mistake😅. I wanted to click save draft but clicked post in a hurrry so I just edited it to be a preview to the monster chapter ahead hehe. Sorry!

~Meg

P.S: Imp note below! ↓

So here's the 'imp note' as I've been calling it😆.

So here it goes, I've decided to make this story an SS instead of an FF. Because, I really don't have the thinking capacity (yet) to write a story long enough to qualify as an FF. But I'll definitely be writing many TS/OS/SS's, and when (and if) I finally think up a story that could qualify, I'll obvs write it down for you guys! So I'll be ending this story in 10-15 chapters okay? Sorry if I disappointed you!

~ Meg

Omg! That chapter was intense! I loved how zoya was affecting asad so much.. and Asad speaking more than woh actually 😍

And it’s okay if this is an ss too! You are doing awesome❤️

Waiting to read more😘