Lost Without You {AsYa FF} *on hold* - Page 18

Why such small update...such a cliffy😔😔

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

Itnaaaaa chotu saaa...woh bhi bina Asya wali...

Mujhe nai chahiye

Mein jaa rahi hun 😭😭😭😭😭

Sorryyyy!! But what if I say that the second part has a buttload of AsYa in it?

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

Aur long wali doosri update keliye ek hafta aur...nahiiiiiiiiiiiiii

It'll be worth the wait, believe me 😄

But give sooo much AsYa scenes. Ok ..only asyaaa

Omg! This was short but it’s okay.. I’m just excited for the next update! Aahhh asad will comfort zoya for sure right? Update sooooon🙈🙈🙈❤️❤️

Originally posted by: friendsall

Why such small update...such a cliffy😔😔

Sorry! Hope you like the next one!🙂

Originally posted by: sj_qh_kabhi

Omg! This was short but it’s okay.. I’m just excited for the next update! Aahhh asad will comfort zoya for sure right? Update sooooon🙈🙈🙈❤️❤️

Yeah this was the shortest chapter I've ever written...I think. Next update is coming in a min!

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

Update karo na pleaseee

Aaj hi aa raha hai bhai!

Originally posted by: sj_qh_kabhi

Update soooon❤️

Just completed the chapter, posting in a minute!😃

NOTE (for continuity purposes!): Okay so just to clear everything out, I kinda proofread the story and cringed at my lack of continuity. So y'all know, it is usually very cold in NY during the winter, and rn clearly I haven't written anything about Christmas or something because Asad's b'day was on Nov13, SO after the whole success party fiasco, new year's has already passed. It has been quite a few months that AsYa have been missing each other. So now in the story it is summer again. Idk why but I felt like this should be known😄😅

Lost Without You

Chapter 14B: Of Care, Trust and Desire

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Farhan whirled around in surprise, to look at Asad, who was barely controlling his anger. His breath was ragged and his nostrils flared.

"Well, well. Reputed businessman Farhan Abbas chasing down a helpless woman. Bit dishonorable don't you think?" Asad said, smirking at Farhan while his eyes blazed.

He was speeding past a shortcut to his own apartment when he saw Zoya running across the pavement into the opposite direction. It was like fate had magically brought her before him, it amazed him.

Zoya stared at Asad's broad back. His muscle bunched beneath his navy blue shirt, her heart fluttered as she realized that he was defending her, protecting her.

Asad pulled back an arm and punched Farhan hard in the gut, the man was laid out in a second. Zoya almost smiled. His strength was something she never thought she would need one day. Asad's back was still facing her but when two other strong hands gripped her tightly from behind and she yelped, he turned around like a flash. They had dragged her back to the taxi.

"Let me go!" Zoya screamed and started thrashing around in their hold. One of the men was hugely irritated and he smacked Zoya across the face, causing her to let out a painful cry. Her cheek stung worse than anything and tears were spilling out of her eyes. The other man too smirked and decided to have some fun, in his way. He too hit her, causing her lower lip to bleed.
Asad ran to the taxi in absolute anger and kicked one of the men in the stomach. They loosened their grip on Zoya and she quickly took the chance to hide behind Asad.

"Zoya! Run! My car is just around the corner, the driver will be waiting!" He said through punches, Zoya stared at him in worry.

"But what about-"

"GO!" He yelled as he dodged a heavy fist. Zoya turned to leave but was blocked by a swaying Farhan. He held her wrist firmly.

"Where do you think you're going?" He slurred, Zoya went off at him in fury and started doing everything she could to free herself. Scratching, hitting, kicking. But Farhan's grip only grew tighter and more intimate. By the time Asad had beaten the two burly men, Farhan had managed to drag a kicking, screaming Zoya halfway to the damned taxi. Quickly dashing to them, he seethed at Farhan before pulling Zoya back to himself. Zoya felt as if she was being stretched like candy. Her arms felt weak after Asad's sudden pull.

"Don't you dare touch her." Asad said to Farhan through gritted teeth and with all his strength punched him right in the ribs, there was a sickly cracking noise that rung through him. "And if you be you be your cocky disgusting self again and try to get her, I swear..." Asad paused and punched him in the face, blood spurted out Farhan's nose and he groaned in pain. "I. Will. Not..." Asad punctuated each word with a blow to Farhan's face. Zoya gasped and grabbed at Asad's shoulders to stop him before he ended up doing something he would regret.

"Mr Khan enough!" Zoya said weakly, the fatigue and the pain were taking her over.

"F**king. Spare. You." He kept punching Farhan as Zoya kept telling him to stop. Farhan was already unconscious, and his face was covered in his own blood, so was Asad's fist.

"A-Asad!" Zoya managed to speak out before collapsing on the warm sunlit pavement floor. Asad broke out of his angry haze as soon as he heard his name from her mouth. His heart almost stopped when he saw Zoya lying like a rag doll on the pavement. After immediately, and rather frantically, calling the doctor, he gently scooped her up in his arms and finally took her to his car. He admitted that he cared for Zoya Farooqui hell of a lot more than he knew.

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Her head was pounding, it was dark but flickers of dim light were seeping through her eyelids, she was lying on a comfortable, warm bed. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Zoya curiously looked around, she wasn't in her room. There was no way this could be her room. It was way too luxurious and eloquently designed.

The dark wooden door clicked open.

"Hey." Said a smooth voice that comforted her yet sent tingles down her spine. "You've been out all noon. How are you feeling?" He said softly whilst looking into her eyes. She gazed into his eyes and saw something in them that she hadn't seen from him before, something different.

"Thank you." Was all she managed to whisper.

"Don't thank me, I would've done that for any other woman." He said nonchalantly and thought he saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes.

"Still. I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there."

"Don't think about it more. It will only make it worse. I'll bring you something to eat, you look pale." He said and before he knew it, he had placed a gentle kiss on Zoya's forehead. Like it was the most normal thing! Not realising what he had done, he walked out of the room to get her some food.

Zoya on the other hand, was in a pile of mush. How his lips had felt on her forehead amazed her. For that one second, she had felt like she was home. She sighed in longing, this man was driving her crazy. She smiled softly when he returned with freshly baked garlic bread and tomato soup.

"Here, have this." He insisted and placed the tray on the bedside table. Zoya gingerly took a piece of garlic bread and bit down on its buttery goodness. She moaned in satisfaction unknowingly. Asad sucked in a breath, she had no idea how sexy that was.

"What?" Zoya asked apprehensively, when she noticed him gaping at her. He suddenly broke out of his dreams and shook his head. Zoya continued gulping down the pleasant soup.

After she finally placed the empty bowl on the tray, Asad gulped and stood up. "Y-you get some rest, I'll keep this." He picked up the tray and turned to leave.

Almost as if his wish had been granted, he felt Zoya's soft hand wrap around his wrist. Heartbeats doubled, he looked at her with curiosity.

"Stay."

"I'll be back in a-"

"Please."

With that Asad obliged and sat down near her now folded legs. She was sitting cross-legged under the heavy blanket.

"What happened?"

"How did you find me?"

"I didn't find you. I saw you, running from that b****rd." Asad whispered, just the mention of Farhan was enough to rile him up.

"I'm sorry." Zoya whispered back. She had caused him so much trouble, so many times. She couldn't help feeling guilty. Asad looked surprised.

"For what?"

"For... everything." Zoya said softly, shaking her head. "I've caused you so much trouble, your reputation is getting hurt and...I can't help but feel guilty. I know I've been a pain in the neck for you and-" She was shushed by Asad keeping his index finger on her soft lips. Asad stifled a groan. He could never get enough of those lips.

"You've never been a pain in the neck for me Zoya. Even if I say so in a fit of anger, I will never mean it. You know what you are?" Asad asked, Zoya looked at him with curious eyes and thought she saw a flash of mischief go across his face.

"W-what?"

"You're a pain in the ass." Asad chuckled teasingly and Zoya glared at him for a second before bursting into laughter herself. "And she finally smiles!" He announced, mesmerized by her smile. She could never know how much one smile of hers meant to him.

"Meanie." Zoya mumbled between giggles and pouted. She didn't know how or when it happened, but their eyes locked. Both of them couldn't look away. The laughter in Zoya's eyes caught Asad like a moth in the flame, meanwhile the intensity in Asad's eyes melted Zoya. Asad's hand automatically raised to brush away a few loose strands of hair from her forehead. He tucked them behind her ear and traced his fingers down her cheek.

Zoya revelled in his touch and closed her eyes in ecstasy. He was stroking her swollen cheek, the one that had been hit. But when Asad stroked it, it felt like he was healing it. There just something about Asad's touch that made her want to tell him to never stop. It made butterflies erupt in her stomach and sent shivers down her spine. His fingers seemed innocent, yet scandalous. Loving yet wild. Zoya let out the softest sigh as Asad's hand slid down from her cheek to rest on the crook of her neck. In her state of euphoria and pleasure, she hadn't noticed a tear slide out.

"You're crying." Asad whispered in worry, whilst gently wiping the teardrop with the pad of his thumb. Zoya fluttered open her eyes.

"I...I guess." She said and sniffled. "I'm just...so...done with everyone!" She sighed. Asad nodded in understanding and shifted to sit next to her on the bed. Zoya turned to look at him, her back facing the bedroom wall a few metres away. They both sat staring into one another's eyes, in the middle of the bed.

"I for one, understand how that feels." Asad said suddenly, but assuring. "Like nothing's going the way you want it to. Like the world has a problem with your existence itself."

"Yeah. I mean...you know, everyone I ever truly loved...left me. Or broke my heart. I just... can't live like this anymore!" Zoya's eyes brimmed with tears again. "I can't live in fear. My father... despises me! My stepmom and stepsister both want money from me even though they-" Zoya paused as she realised what she had blabbed about. Asad was looking at her with real concern, his brows furrowed and eyes huge with worry. "I-I never should've put this on you. I'm sorry-" She started frantically getting off the bed.

"It's fine. Everybody's broken. So am I." Asad gently lifted his arm to put it around her shoulders, but paused before making contact and looked into her eyes, asking for permission. She nodded slightly and he smiled. Zoya rested her head on his broad shoulder and let out some silent tears, Asad kept rubbing her upper arm soothingly and whispered sweet nothings into her silky hair. Lost in their own little bubble, they cuddled closer together.

"Isn't it funny?" Zoya suddenly smiled into Azad's chest and whispered. Asad pulled away to look at her dimpled face.

"What's funny?"

"Every time we meet, outside work, we always end up having an intense heart-to-heart or..." Zoya trailed off, her heartbeats going up tenfold by the thought. Asad knew what she was referring to, but wanted to hear it from her sweet mouth.

"Or?" He said huskily, once again brushing away a fringe of her hair from her face. He loved this effect he had on her.

"O-or...you know..."

"Hmm?"

"We kiss." Zoya breathed. Both of their chests were heaving, they stayed in their position.

"What if...we kept the habit?" Asad asked, as his eyes were almost black with desire. Zoya saw him looking into her eyes with immense intensity, her lips parted and she smiled a bit.

"Exactly my thoughts." Was all Zoya could manage to whisper before Asad swooped down and captured her lips with his, once again. It was the sweetest kiss she had ever experienced, even Asad couldn't wrap his mind around the innocence of the act. She had changed him so much, yet he was the last one to notice. He hadn't had a woman in bed for the whole of the last few months, and to his surprise it had felt absolutely normal. Rashid and Ayaan knew exactly what was going on, because they had teased him about it mercilessly, although he denied everything they had said! The gossip magazines were having a blast, they kept saying Asad Ahmed Khan had lost his 'charm'. But everyone who knew Asad, knew that wasn't the reason.

They broke the kiss only after they lost their breaths. Both their eyes were locked on to each other, "I missed you." Asad breathed out before bringing their foreheads together. Zoya blushed and smiled gently.

"Truth be told, I missed you too." Zoya said softly and placed a sweet kiss on his deepening dimple.

Hi! Hope you guys liked it! As promised this chapter has loads of AsYa! And the next chapter has a buttload of them too!! Also, I've decided that I'm going to keep the updates weekly, I've figured that one week gives me the perfect amount of time to write an acceptable chapter. So the updates from now on will be posted on Sundays! Considering that, I've given you guys this update a day early! YOU'RE WELCOME xD

Love you guys!💖

Ohh my god...u updated early and aww what an update !

My heart goes out to AsYa and how dare Farhaan ...glad Asad almost killed him !

Is that a progression in their bond? I think soooo! Loved the update and thank youuuu for the early surprise...u know I don't mind it..hahaha..keep them coming...now waiting for next weekend