Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 28 July 2025 EDT
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki: Episode Discussion Thread - 23
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CRYING FAMILY 29.7
HOLAAA PEEPS! I am on a roll today, a clean apartment, 4 dozen muffins and 4251 words! I feel like Superwomannn. I am kidding. I wish. Anyways, this is the next part. When I started this story I planned for the four of them to be on their way to the farmhouse by now, but there is just so much to write about. OMG. So this is the next part. I love how excited y'all are for the farmhouse, like I am just going to transport them there without sexiness in the middle, NO. The trip to the farmhouse is going to be the amazing part ;) I HOPE. Anyways, I am going to go write more after I feed myself and bother people. Enjoy this chapter and let me know what y'all think! 😃
& This is Asad and Arnav's house in my head! AINT IT BEAUTIFUL?
Chapter 7
Asad's POV
She is driving me crazy. Absolutely frikin crazy. First she wears those sinful yoga pants that cling to her perfectly. Then she chooses the treadmill in front of the mirrors allowing me to see her slightest movement in said yoga pants and tight t-shirt.
I am trying, trying so hard to be a gentleman. I never have problems like this, but this girl, just looking at her makes me want to grab her and kiss her until we both can't breathe. I feel like my brain has reverted back to that of a teenage boy, I wasn't even this bad back then.
Going to work out with her was a bad idea, a VERY bad idea. If she looked sexy before, she was devilishly hot all sweaty and flustered. I didn't miss how she seemed to ogle me, in fact two parts of me loved it. My ego and my stupid heart. My ego was placated by her obvious admiration, my heart was joyous at the fact that she found me desirable. Due to the second reason, I have to try harder to avoid her now. It is one thing knowing that you are insanely attracted to a girl , and another knowing that she seems to reciprocate those feelings. It makes your plan to not fall in love with her a whole lot harder.
Love was a weird emotion, it makes the strongest of men weak. Like my nana and my uncle, two of the strongest men I knew, who got reduced to nothing due to love. My father may as well be on the same path, he couldn't survive a day without my mother. They had never spent a day apart since they got married. My father could have been the richest man in all of India, expanded all over the world, but he wouldn't. Why? Because that would cause him to leave my mother's side. I absolutely admired him for it, his love for my mother and my mother's love for him was immense and admirable. But love had made him weak, I knew for a fact that he would follow the same path as my nana. He would give up on life the day something happened to my mother. And I was destined to do the same, but I won't. I won't let anyone control my existence. I wouldn't fall in love.
Which brought me to my current problem: Zoya. Zoya's not making it easy on me, she is a tease. Well I teased her first, and she is the feisty type that can't stand to lose, so she one upped me. She decided to stretch in front of me, I never knew watching someone stretch could be so erotic.
Her chest pushed out, her sexy flat stomach exposed enough to show a hint of silver around her belly button leaving me to wonder if it was in fact pierced. And then she bent over and moaned, it went straight to my nether regions. Her moan was so damn sexy and my body yearned to make her make that sound again, and again.
My attraction to her body I could have handled, but why is she so...so perfect? Her laugh sounds like tinkling bells, the exact same as it did two years ago, and brings a smile to my face. Her smile lights up the room and her eyes draw me in. She is beautiful but she doesn't know it, which makes her even more so. She doesn't seem to notice how all the eyes follow her when she walks into a room, she is oblivious to the appreciative stares she received on our excursion to the gym.
I loved that about her, she was innocent almost. Her adorable facial expressions, the way she scrunches up her face when thinking, every emotion she feels plays across her face like an open book. But she is still a mystery. How is she so calm in the face of such danger?
And the way she defends her friend, it is like she'll even die for the people she loves. She seems so strong, so optimistic and so...so perfect.
But she is annoying. Why? Because she doesn't listen. She always wants to argue. Most people just shut up and listen to me when I talk, but not her, she must question every word that comes out my mouth, this infuriates me and makes me want to kiss her crazy until she can't speak. The mouth on this girl, she has an opinion about everything, needs a reason for everything, needs to know everything. It is like she is a sponge...wants to absorb everything. Apparently now she also finds the need to question my actions.
"Mr. Khan, I asked you a question. Were you or were you not about to kiss me earlier?" She questioned while I sat on the couch. She'd come out of her shower, her hair wet and to the side wearing a tight black t-shirt and matching shorts. Damn Akash for buying her sexy clothes.
I decided to answer in the best way possible when trying to not fall in love with the girl you are supposed to be protecting.
"Uh...uhm, woh actually..."
"Woh actually kya?" She snapped.
"Nahi...woh actually...I was trying to distract you. That is it." Yes Asad! Good excuse, I gave myself a mental pat on the back.
"Acha? It didn't seem like that, I was out of pain by the time you leaned in to kiss me." She retorted fiercely, walking closer to me. Damn, did she smell good! Like vanilla, ungh, I wonder how she's taste- bad thoughts Asad! Bad thoughts! STOP.
"I think you should stop day dreaming, it is a bad habit." I snapped not looking up from my laptop. Yes, show her attitude, so she leaves. Good Asad.
"Oh really?!" She said, her hands on her hips and her eyes full of anger. She looked even more beautiful when she was angry. Damn it Asad, you shouldn't have looked up. "Stop flattering yourself Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan, I would NEVER day dream about you, there is plenty of suitable men to day dream about." She said angrily.
"Excuse me?!" I said angrily. "What do you mean plenty of men?"
"Jealous?" She asked smirking.
"No." I said, even though I was. "Zoya, can you please leave me alone and go to sleep?"
"What the hell is your problem? Are you bipolar?" She asked seriously.
"No."
"Then how do you go from almost kissing me one second to shouting at me the next?"
"I was not going to kiss you."
"Yeah and my name isn't Zoya Farooqui. You were this close to my face." She said holding out her index finger and thumb a few centimeters apart.
"I wasn't going to kiss, I was just distracting you. Can you stop making this into something its not?"
"Whatever. I am done here." She said her face falling, she marched towards her room and slammed the door shut.
Shit. I screwed up. I held my head between my hands. What is with this girl that makes me lose my cool? I am probably screwing with her head. I am jumping all over the place, of course she'll be mad. I am sending her mixed signals.
Maybe I should go check if she is okay...but what am I going to say to her?
'Hi, I am sorry for being such an asshole, it's just that I am insanely attracted to you, have been since I saw you two years ago, yeah you didn't see me, I was just staring at you because you are that beautiful. And ever since I saw you I've been looking for you in every girl Di seems to set me up with... But I can't fall in love with you, because love makes you weak. So I am trying to push you away, but I can't seem to.'
I slammed the laptop shut and went to my room closing the door and falling on the bed. Damn it. I never should have taken this mission. I should change with someone now. But the thought of leaving her evoked that weird feeling in my chest again, the weird tightening feeling. F**k, I am already attached.
Meanwhile, across the hall...
No one's POV
10:00 pm
UGHHH. He is so annoying. Why is he denying everything? Maybe I read him wrong and he is not really interested...There were a bazillion other ways to distract me...He couldn't be interested in me anyways, story of my life.
Zoya lay down on her bed sadly. She wasn't the type to fawn over guys, but she couldn't get him out her head after seeing him that one time. And now she was stuck with him. She felt a weird pull towards him she couldn't explain but she rationalized that a man like him couldn't be interested in a girl like her.
She was still that geeky, slightly overweight teenage girl at heart. The one guys wouldn't look at twice, the girl that always had her nose buried in books, the girl that had turned into a beautiful woman but still saw her old self in the mirror.
Guys seemed to love her at first, she was fun loving and a happy go lucky person. They were attracted to her due to her charm, and unknown to her -they were attracted by her sheer beauty. But they were intimidated by her brain.
She was barely 25 and one of the most successful people in the world, her name appeared on the top 30 under 30 lists, magazines and TV. And guys seemed to have a problem going after a girl that was better off than them. The flaw was in the men that pursued her, but Zoya didn't see that. Her insecurities made her think that guys just weren't interested in her. Of course, when she told Khushi she would withstand the loudest pep talk ever about how she didn't see herself clearly, but she thought Khushi would say that being her best friend.
She didn't let it bother her...too much. Because she'd never really liked any of the men she'd went on dates with as much as she already liked Asad. So she didn't think a lot about it before but she was thinking about it now. Why? Because the man she'd just met a day ago was invading her mind. Albeit, she only just met him she felt as if she'd known him for a long time. Maybe because he starred in her dreams for a while now, his face clear the first few months and then fading slightly with time.
Zoya turned over in bed and clutched her pillow letting her insecurities get the best of her.
Why am I so stupid? I totally made a fool out of myself earlier thinking he was actually interested. He must think I am some sort of s**t. Why would he be interested in a girl like me? He could have anyone he wants, why would he settle for me?
Zoya. Shut up. You are beautiful. He would be lucky to have you. Stop putting yourself down. Inner Khushi struck again.
Not now Khushi.
No, now. You don't see yourself clearly, at all. You are absolutely stunning. And he does seem very interested, did you forget the way he held you last night, he didn't have to. There was no obligation, he genuinely cared.
Zoya closed her eyes tightly and rolled over again.
Just don't Inner Voice. She thought as sleep engulfed her.
2:00 am
For the second night in a row, Asad Ahmed Khan was awakened by a loud scream. He woke up disoriented and then remembered that Zoya was acorss the hall, that realization was all it took for him to be fully alert and on his feet. He ran to her room and threw it open.
She wasn't gasping and screaming this time, she was crying in her sleep. Asad felt his chest constrict again, but thought nothing of it as he walked to the side of the bed. If he had time to analyze his feelings he would have realized that weird constriction he felt was because seeing her cry hurt him.
Zoya was having the weirdest dream...nightmare. It had started off as a normal dream, her talking to Khushi and Asad, until Gafur Siddiqui had appeared with a gun in his hand and a menacing look on her face. He shot Khushi first, causing the first scream, and then Asad before pointing the gun at her. She stared at the ground helplessly willing for Khushi and Asad to get up but they didn't. She closed her eyes awaiting the gun shot, but instead she heard a whisper of her name.
"Zoya." She heard again, a bit louder this time. She felt a hand on her right arm as her body calmed feeling a light hum of electricity. "Zoya, wake up please." She heard as a hand caressed her wet cheek.
Asad looked at Zoya worried, she had stopped crying but wouldn't open her eyes, she was still as a statue. "Zoya." He coaxed again shaking her a bit. This did the trick as her eyes opened slowly. They were blood shot and glistening with tears.
"Are you okay?" Asad whispered his hand still on her cheek.
"Yeah..." Zoya said after a while figuring that what had happened was a nightmare, and he was okay. "Khushi...I need to speak to Khushi." she whispered.
"It's two in the morning Zoya. She must be asleep. We will go to her in the morning." He said.
"But...I need to know if she's okay."
"She is. Arnav's with her, she is completely fine. You are fine too." He said caressing her cheek slowly. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Zoya took one look at Asad before she started sobbing. That weird constriction in Asad's chest magnified a thousand times as he watched her. He got off the floor and sat on the bed pulling her into his lap, holding her tight.
She sniffled a little before melting into his chest, putting her ear against it. His steady yet fast heartbeat calmed her down immensely.
"I am sorry for waking you up again." She whispered sadly. "You can go back to sleep now."
"I am perfect right here, and don't worry about it. I'll be here as long as you need me to." He whispered placing a kiss on her forehead.
Zoya looked up at him to see that he had a slight smile on his face, his eyes full of care and concern. And just like that Zoya's negative thoughts from earlier disappeared. She snuggled back into his chest, loving how she fit into his arms. She felt like she was home in this bipolar man's arms, she made a pact to find out why he changed from this sweet guy who seemed to care for her so much and whose intense looks set her on fire to that cold and indifferent Akdu that seemed to push her away.
Asad sighed in contentment thinking how perfectly she fit in his arms. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to her. Her tears reduced him.
This is getting more complicated than I thought, as much as I want to be indifferent towards her I can't seem to. She just pulls me towards her. I can't ignore her. I'll be friends with her, just friends. Not more than that.
Asad made his own pact, to not like, or even love, her.. If only he knew that the promise was broken before it was even made. He was hopeless.
"Ca-Can you stay until I fall asleep?" She whispered looking around the dark room.
"Sure." He said laying down on his side, keeping a foot of distance between them.
Zoya closed her eyes again, thinking about how he had held her yesterday and how she had woken up in his arms yesterday. But he made no attempt to hold her right now. She shrugged the thought away as sleep consumed her.
Asad yearned to hold her close to him and the feeling scared him. He knew he was already attached to her so he chose to distance himself. He lay on the side of the bed watching her sleep instead. Somewhere between staring at her face and pondering his feelings sleep overcame him.
The two unconsciously moved to the middle of the bed, Asad's arms going around Zoya's waist protectively as Zoya buried her nose into his chest, her hand over his heart.
The sun peeked in through the windows a few hours later, highlighting the smile on their faces and the feeling of contentment they felt waking up in each other's arm. Not that they would admit it to each other, one wouldn't even admit it to himself.
On the other side of Bhopal...
6:00 am
Khushi woke up to absolute silence, she looked at her surroundings confused before the previous day came back to her. Zoya was safe, and she was in India. She got up slowly blinking a few times remembering Arnav, and there began the onslaught of emotions.
Khushi got up pulling on a sweater over her t-shirt as she moved towards the terrace. Now she could actually see the whole place, it left her mesmerized.
She decided to wake up her "friend" by sneaking into his room. She opened the screen door that led from the terrace into his room. To her surprise the bed was already made and his room was empty.
"Arnav?" She called softly but got no response. She moved out of his room into the hallway.
"Arnav?" She said a little louder.
Maybe he is in the kitchen. She thought.
"Arnav?" She said walking down the stairs. To her surprise he was nowhere to be found. This scared her immensely. She stepped outside to the pool area but he wasn't there either.
She searched the whole house growing more and more frustrated. She felt her eyes get wet as she went back inside the house. Just then she heard the front door open and ran to see Arnav standing there, taking his running shoes off. He was wearing grey sweatpants, which hung low on his waist and a white wife beater that fit him snugly showing off his muscled arms.
"What the f**k?! Where were you? You realize I have been going crazy for the past ten minutes?" She yelled at him as he turned around to stare at her wide-eyed.
He noticed the tears running down her face and pulled her into a hug. Khushi felt her body burn as she felt his hard muscled body against her.
"Shhh. It's okay Khushi. I just went for a run. I didn't think you'd wake up this early."
"It is scary waking up in a new place, all alone." She sniffled hugging him back.
"I am sorry. I didn't think..."
"No, I am sorry. It's just that I am so keyed up, I may have over reacted." She said pulling away from the hug. Both of them felt a void as she moved away.
"What's that?" She said noticing a box in his hands.
"A surprise...for you." He smiled handing the box to her.
"What is it?" She asked smiling.
"Why don't you open it and check?"
Khushi smiled opening the box and gasped.
"JALEBIII !" She squealed happily picking one up and stuffing her mouth. "Oh ma gawf...fank you sho much." She said with her mouth full.
Arnav observed her happily, the joy she got out of eating jalebis made him smile. She was like a little kid with candy, gobbling them down.
"Thank you Arnav!" She said leaning up and pecking his cheek then freezing. She blushed as she backed away.
"Khushi Gupta ko sharmana bhi aata hai?" He teased.
"Uh...I am sorry." She said.
"Don't be. If that is the thanks I get I will buy you jalebi everyday." He smiled running a hand through his hair. That is when Khushi noticed how delicious he really looked at that moment. He was slightly sweaty from his run, his hair messy. He looked absolutely lickable.
"I don't think friends stare at each other like that." He said causing Khushi to blush. "I am going to go shower." He announced walking up the stairs. "Try not to think of me naked." He teased as Khushi turned red.
She wasn't thinking about it before but now she definitely was. This came as a shock to her, she usually didn't have erotic thoughts about men. But right now she was definitely thinking about how Arnav would look in various states of undress, how his muscles would feel under her fingers and how he would taste.
It was a good thing that Arnav wasn't a mind reader because he would have definitely made those thoughts into reality if he was privy to them right then.
Khushi tried to shake herself out of it and made her way to the kitchen feeling like making breakfast. She ransacked the pantry and came upon cake mix. She opened the fridge to find eggs and milk. Then her eyes landed on a huge unopened milk chocolate bar.
'Aha!' She thought going back into the cabinet where she had seen muffin trays. She grabbed a bowl pouring the cake mix into it and adding the milk and eggs. She grabbed a knife cutting the chocolate bar into little pieces and dropping it in the bowl.
She admired the convention bake oven as she set it to preheat and the poured her mixture into the muffin tray.
She then grabbed the all purpose flour from the pantry and added milk and eggs to it. She browsed the kitchen and found butter, walnuts, artificial sweeteners and bananas.
'Perfect.' She thought smashing the bananas and adding them to the bowl along with the walnuts and two small packets of the artificial sweetener. She poured the mixture into another muffin tray and put both of them into the oven.
She cleaned up the mess she made. Just as she took the muffins out of the oven and placed them on the counter she heard the door opening followed by the voice of her best friend.
"Ya Allah! Why does it smell so good in here?" She heard Zoya squeal. She laughed to herself as she made her way out of the kitchen.
"This house is amazing!" Zoya squealed as Khushi came into view.
"I know right! And I thought our penthouse was out of this world!" I said hugging her and waving to Asad.
"Tell me I am not imagining that heavenly smell and you are making cake." Zoya said hopefully.
"How do you know what it smells like?" Asad asked confused.
"Arz kiya hai." Zoya started. "Agar Clark Kent man nahi, Superman hai. Agar Clark Kent man nahi, Superman hai. Toh mera naak, naak nahi super naak hai! Thank you! Thank you!" Zoya said as Khushi laughed.
She turned around to see Asad trying to control his laughter.
"Asad, you can laugh. I know I am hilarious!" Zoya said teasingly.
"I am just laughing at how horrible your shayari is." Asad laughed.
"I think it was pretty funny!" Said Arnav bounding down the stairs.
"See, at least someone appreciates my skills. Now can someone please tell me what that heavenly smell is?!"
"I made muffins!" Khushi said causing Zoya to jump.
"I must say I am impressed. I didn't know we had the ingredients to make anything." Arnav said looking at Khushi smiling.
"I make a pretty good hunter, plus I improvised." Khushi winked.
"Can you guys flirt later? I think Zoya is going to kill someone if she doesn't get her muffin." Asad laughed noticing the look on Zoya's face.
Khushi laughed and led the way to the kitchen. "Chocolate Chip ' well chunk-muffins!"
Zoya squealed and grabbed one biting into it. "Oh mer goff Khuf, fese are amawing." She moaned. Khushi and Arnav laughed, while Asad response was a groan. He found her moaning very sexy, and his brain decided to conjure up images of her moaning his name.
"I can't have any." Arnav pouted.
"I know." Khushi smiled. "That is why I made banana-walnut muffins too, no sugar, just artificial sweetener." She handed him one and grabbed a chocolate chunk one for herself.
Arnav was speechless, she had remembered a comment made in the passing and then took the effort of making special muffins for him.
Arnav was shocked that she had remembered a comment made in the passing. She had remembered he was diabetic and went the extra mile to make sure he wasn't left out. No one had ever done something like that for him, apart from his family.
Khushi shocked him at every turn, she seemed to care for him. A lot. Why else would she put in all that effort? Or maybe she was just like that, caring of everyone around her.
"You don't like them?" Khushi pouted.
"Nope." Arnav said causing her eyes to go wide and her smile to fall. "I love them." He laughed causing her to hit him in the arm and smile.
"Khushi bakes the best muffins. Allah Miyah, try it Asad!" Zoya said holding her half-eaten muffin to Asad.
Arnav watched shocked as his best friend, who abhorred anyone even touching his food, took a bite out of her muffin without hesitating.
Interesting. He thought.
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