AsYa FF: Inevitable Love *UPDATED* Chapter 15 pg.36 *Final Chapter* - Page 12

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It was short update ( but loved the dream
Go asad man go for it
Tell her u want her to stay )

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Short update but beautifully written. Loved that Asad is beginning to realize Zoya' importance in his life and family. So happy that he's made the decision not to let her go:-). Cant wait for the next update...

Hey everyone, I know it's been a long while since I've updated but I finally got time to work on it. So much things has happened in the show since I last updated but this FF is going its own way. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Comment and share your feedback. I will update the next chapter very soon! 😃

Chapter 12 part 2

Zoya awoke with a start and sighed when she realized she was dreaming. Dreaming that she wasn't really leaving this house today. She lifted the covers away and padded into the bathroom to wash up for the day. She was done packing and she was catching a flight at 12pm.

Was she being silly, leaving like this because of what Mr. Khan said? No she needed to leave. Because whether he was being serious or not, he was right. She was overstaying her welcome no matter how much she considered them her family.

Mr. Khan had never wanted her to stay in his house and his words were true, he probably only regretted that he spoke it out loud. Zoya's mind flashed back to Mr. Khan touching her face and calling a doctor because of her bruise. She shook her head. Not time to think of tender moments that were no doubt done just "in the moment."

Khan's Dining Table

Asad sat down in his chair as his Ammi poured his morning coffee. His eyes were however fixed on Ms. Farooqui's door. How was he going to stop her? He had made up his mind the night before and he refused to break his resolve. He may have said things in haste that hurt her but she was taking his words so seriously that she also acted in haste and decided to leave him. Wait . . . no. What? Not him. Ammi and Najma. They'll miss her. This is for them.

Who was he fooling? This was for him too. He couldn't put a name to why she couldn't leave. It wasn't as if he couldn't identify what he felt for her, it was that he feared if he voiced what his heart was telling him, it would be too real, too hard to turn away from it.

He had no clue where she stood and not knowing that information, even a little, was also grounds for non-admittance from his point of view.

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Zoya exited her room, her suitcase and small carry as well as her little purse in tow behind her. She leaned them against the wall and joined the others at the breakfast table.

"Good morning Phoopie, Najma . . . Mr. Khan." She barely breathed out his name. She refused to meet anyone's eyes and after an acknowledgement of her greeting, no one at the table spoke for the rest of the duration until Mr. Khan stood up and away from the table.

"Ms.Farooqui, may I have a word with you when you're finished?" Mr. Khan stared at her with deep penetrating eyes that she fought to look away from.

"Huh?" she spoke like an idiot in a daze.

"I'd like to speak to you." He repeated and she nodded. "Of course."

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Zoya and Asad stood on the terrace facing the morning sun. They didn't speak or look at each other but the tension in the air was high. She could feel the crackle of energy pulsing in the air between them. Zoya tapped her foot against the floor a symbol of restlessness that plagued her more and more as he remained silent.

"What do you want Mr. Khan?" She asked, fed up of waiting when he looked like he had no desire to speak. She had to leave in a little bit to get to the airport.

"Are you really leaving Ms. Farooqui?" He asked quietly still staring at the risen sun.

Zoya closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh morning breeze. She needed to clear her now muddled head before answering.

"It's been too long. I need to go home." She said, her voice a dead auto-tone.

"Do you?" He looked at her now, his powerful arms folded across his chest. She studied her intently. "I don't think you really want to."

Zoya felt her hackles rise, "And who are you Mr. Khan? To tell me what I really want?" She asked in a raised voice.

Zoya saw indecision and confusion cross his features before he schooled it into one of neutrality. "Care, I don't care. I'm just wondering why you took a decision in such haste. I hope this isn't because of me."

Zoya's heart kick-started in her chest and then anger boiled. Who did Mr. High and Mighty Asad Ahmed Khan think he was. "Why would I do anything because of you Mr. Khan? You have always insulted me, judged me and you even told me you didn't like me staying in your house so what is the problem now. Am I not leaving when you said so you have to question my decision? I am just doing what you wanted since I first set foot in this house."

Zoya scoffed and turned away from him ready to leave when she was halted. Zoya turned her head slowly, her long dark hair blowing in the morning breeze to see Mr. Khan's hand clamped around her wrist. She looked at the hand clutching her wrist up to the face that gave away no emotion.

Zoya and Asad stared into each other's eyes, Zoya searching for answers to questions she didn't know she had and Asad searching for the reason he didn't want her to go. That whole Mangalpur incident had left him feeling things he swore he'd never feel.

Zoya was changing him. That Mangalpur disaster had changed everything and Asad had the feeling that nothing would change the way he was feeling now. He had no clue how Ms. Farooqui felt in the aftermath. He just knew that almost losing her had been like an awakening and he was now consumed with her. Of her face, her smile, her stupid couplets and just her. Her presence eased an ache in his chest that he'd never felt before seeing her lying in a grave.

"Mr. . . . Mr. Khan?" Zoya's voice was soft, her eyes questioning. Seeking an answer that he couldn't bring himself to give. He was falling in love with Ms. Zoya Farooqui and nothing scared him more.

<To Be Continued>

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