FF: Through The Monsoon #1 - Link to #2 on pg 1 - Page 21

Originally posted by: MjhtFan_Mahima

Caught up with 2,3,4,5 and 6th right now

You have me addicted again



Wish u'd pm so i don't miss updates

Haha if I start sending PMs, I'd be sending out one every other day, if not everyday, and clutter everyone's inboxes :p Glad you have gotten you addicted either way (:

Originally posted by: rutu83

asad's like me - first thought goes to food 😆

dilnaj! awww 🤗asad miya this is why i forgive you for being a fool at times

Yay you're the first one to comment on the password!! Glad you liked it hahaha didn't wanna show Asad all lattoo over Zoya just yet :p

Originally posted by: braich_gal

ooo...are they gonna eat the apple now?? huh huh huh??!?!?! 😲

love the update...now update the next part!!! hurry!!! 😈

Hahaha I have noticed that no matter what I write, your attention is still on the apple. Patience!! Sabr ka PHAL meetha hota hai :p hahaha I'm so punny :p

Originally posted by: goingreen

Hahaha I have noticed that no matter what I write, your attention is still on the apple. Patience!! Sabr ka PHAL meetha hota hai :p hahaha I'm so punny :p

ohh dis is just great. am loving it. toofan hai, andhera hai, akela hain, or dono hain, phir dooriyaan kyun hain?

next next next next next next next next nexttt

Originally posted by: Rarepearl

ohh dis is just great. am loving it. toofan hai, andhera hai, akela hain, or dono hain, phir dooriyaan kyun hain?

sorry do cont soon dear.

The maha-boring maha-sangam is taking maha-long to load on the net, and so I ended up writing the next part instead :p Here you go (:

Through The Monsoon: Part 7

"Khaana nahi hai ghar pe, except for these leftover parathas," Asad announced a little dejectedly as he lifted his head out of the fridge. Zoya stood behind him holding up the flashlight yet again so that he could see what was in the fridge. She sighed loudly once Asad emerged from behind the fridge door armed with the parathas and then lowered the flashlight, flexing the muscles in her arm a little. She was actually quite tired of having to hold up the flashlight for so long, but she didn't want to admit it. Admitting it would mean admitting that technology isn't always superior either, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with a gloating Mr Khan.

Asad watched Zoya stretch her arm out as if she was trying to recirculate the blood in it. It took him two seconds to realize that she was tired of holding the flashlight, and then another three seconds to plaster a smug smile on his face. He walked over to the kitchen cabinet where he found a candle and some matches. He struck the match and lighted the candle quietly, fully aware that Zoya was watching him intently. He placed the candle at the centre of the dining table before exaggeratedly dusting his hands and then crossing his arms over his chest, staring proudly at his handiwork.

"There's nothing quite like surviving a power outage the old-fashioned way... with candles. Right, Miss Farooqui?" Asad mocked, as he kept his gaze on the flickering candle. Zoya rolled her eyes at him and placed his phone down on the dining table, switching the flashlight app off as well.

"Whatever. Main yeh plain paratha nahi khaane wali, I'll just go get my leftover pizza from this morning," Zoya announced, effectively changing the subject as well. She marched off to her room to search for the pizza box, leaving behind an amused Asad shaking his head at her retreating form.

Zoya emerged back from the room within a few minutes to find that Asad had already set the table, and was busy stacking parathas on his own plate, using a fork and knife. Zoya rolled her eyes at the extent of his OCD behaviour. He couldn't even touch parathas with his hands? Why was he so strange?

Asad looked up when he sensed her arrival, then quickly shifted his eyes to the candle and then back to her, raising an eyebrow while he was at it. Zoya suppressed her desire to lash out at him for being so full of it. There had to be another way to deal with him. Her eyes rolled to the top of her sockets as she tried to find inspiration... and then it struck her.

Zoya walked up to the table with an air, lifted the candle off of it and then proceeded to make her way to the living room, placing the candle on the coffee table. She plopped herself down comfortably on the sofa and then raised her feet to rest them on the coffee table, placing her pizza box on the cushion next to her. She flipped the box open and lifted a pizza slice to her mouth, shifting her eyes only very slightly to try and catch the expression on Asad's face.

"Yeh aap kya kar rahi ho Miss Farooqui? Can you try to behave like a human being for once and have your dinner at the dining table like a normal person?" Asad berated Zoya, his fists clenched. Oh, how he hated food on the sofa, and how he absolutely loathed feet on the coffee table. Zoya was really testing his patience this time. Much to his chagrin, Zoya simply shrugged her shoulders and continued munching on her pizza.

"Pizza ka asli mazaa toh tab aate hai, jab sofa pe lounge karke usko khaaye. Aap bhi try kijiye na Mr Khan!" Zoya chirped happily in between mouthfuls of pizza, her voice sounding rather garbled. Asad grit his teeth in frustration as he walked over to her, towering over her in what he hoped was an intimidating posture.

"Are you going to get off the sofa and go to the dining table yourself, or would you rather I forcefully carry you over?" Asad snarled menacingly, and was glad to see a hint of fear in Zoya's eyes. But he dropped his act when that fear got replaced by resolve in a matter of seconds. There was no way to scare this girl, she was much too rooted.

"Nahi, ab toh main bilkul bhi nahi jaaoongi. If you had at least asked me politely, I would've considered. But you know, main naturally kitni acchi hoon. So I'll give you another chance. I will go to the dining table, but on one condition. You try having pizza on the sofa yourself. Only then will you understand the fun of it!" Zoya answered gleefully, incredibly excited about her own idea. She pulled her feet off the coffee table and patted the area next to her, using only her eyes to indicate that he ought to take a seat.

Asad rolled his eyes upwards before shutting them, and Zoya knew that he would give in anytime now. And he did, huffing disapprovingly as he carefully sat down next to her. Zoya picked up the pizza box lying on the other side and put it under Asad's nose, nudging him lightly with her elbow so that he'd take a slice.

"Woh, haath se khaana... I mean, maine haath nahi dhoya abhi tak toh..." Asad answered, as he racked his brains for an excuse to get out of this. Eating with his hands on the sofa was already one too many rules broken. Zoya moved the pizza box away from him and placed it on her lap, looking at him a little disappointedly. Looks like his OCD would always be bigger than him.

"Koi baat nahi Mr Khan, maine haath dho liya. Main aapko khila deti hoon," Zoya answered brightly, glad that she'd found a solution to the problem. But as soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth and Asad's eyes widened, she suddenly realized how rash her decision was. She bit her lower lip and looked away, the awkwardness of her statement becoming too much for her to handle.

"Theek hai," Asad decided, in a voice so soft that Zoya almost missed it. She looked back at him in shock, her eyes locking with his intense ones immediately. He gave her a short nod, as if confirming what he had said earlier. Zoya nodded back, lifting a pizza slice off the box and moving it towards Asad's mouth, mentally telling herself to stop shaking. Asad maintained his eye contact with Zoya as closed his mouth over the tip of the pizza slice and bit off a small piece, chewing at a painfully slow rate thereafter.

"Aap theek kehti hai, mazaa hi kuch aur hai," Asad whispered once he'd swallowed the pizza, and smiled softly at Zoya's dazed expression. He nudged her to snap her out of it, and then nodded at the remainder of the slice in her hand, parting his lips slightly. Zoya moved the slice to his lips again, and he bit off another piece. As Zoya moved her hand away while she waited for Asad to finish chewing, she felt Asad's warm hand close over her wrist and guide her hand to her own mouth, bringing the end of the pizza where Asad had bitten off to her lips. Zoya smiled at the intimacy of it, and opened her mouth to bite off a piece as well. This was going a lot better than she had planned.

Both Asad and Zoya hadn't even realized when they'd finished off the whole box, as they continued using Zoya's hand to feed each other in silence. The last bit went into Asad's mouth, his tongue grazing her fingers ever so slightly. Zoya used that her thumb to brush the side of Asad's lip and wipe off a little sauce that was there. She placed that thumb in her mouth and sucked on it lightly, as Asad watched her closely. She frowned when he suddenly looked away from her distractedly.

With the no pizza left, Asad realized that he no longer had any reason to keep holding onto Zoya's wrist, so he let go of it suddenly, a wave of nervousness washing over him. He'd acted out of impulse just now, and after snapping out of that reverie, all they were left with was a pool of awkwardness.

"Okay, dinner bhi hogaya. Ab main sone jaa raha hoon. Goodnight Miss Farooqui," Asad announced as he shot up from the sofa like as though he was on fire and stumbled a little as he rushed to walk by the coffee table and make his way back to his room.

XXX

Dinner's over, Asad left, raat khatam?? (:

That is the best way to eat pizza! Good job Zoya and poor Asad and his sharam;)

awesome part