FF: Through The Monsoon #1 - Link to #2 on pg 1 - Page 29

Hey!

Hey love

amazing yaar, you write so well:D keep it up.

Originally posted by: jazmeen

Hey love

yayyy you are back eh

i had no idea that you had started another ff

I came across this title on some page of qabool hai where i hardly go nowdays.

When i read few lines I felt somthing like i have read this style of wrting and i immediately went went back to see the writer

man as soon as i saw ur name i am like wth

the first thing i did was saved link on my phone

it was quite late at night but i read all six parts of this ff and two of ur os'

man loved it

spically najma's lilttle secret

it was aosomeee

couldnt comment bfr coz of some reasons

and i have a complaint man coz of u now agian m in reading business agian lol

i quit spending so much time on reading and now m baack into it

as i check ur ff manyyy times as usual to see if u have updated

plzzz do con soon love

Hey jazmeen!! (: Good to see you here as well (: Why'd you leave the reading business at all?? Anyway I'm really glad to have pulled you back somehow :p And really glad to see that you liked my OS as well! (:

Originally posted by: --starstruck--

Ahh i haven't commented for quite some time! I'm extremely sorryyy for that!

The story is going great! and i know how wonderfully you write the mitwa moments! my favorites till now are

when Zoya was finding the cell phone in asad's pocket and the pizza scene!

you know i read some comments n most of them are asking you about the apple so i was thinking how about you change the name to "The story of the infamous apple"

haha, the apple has given this story a very snow white-y touch 😆

Ooh la la do we see Zoya eating the apple and then a kiss 😆 lol

Update soonish please! (:

Hahaha snow white is a running analogy on purpose :p And yeah I was thinking I ought to change the name of my FF hahaha but nah, I'll just stick to Through The Monsoon (: Glad you're enjoying it so far! Next part up in two minutes now hold on (:

Hello! I'm extremely sorry about the delay, it's more difficult for me to find time to write now since Ramadan started, I have a lot of other things to do. Anyway, this next part is more comedy than romance haha, romance ke liye thoda aur intezaar karna padega :p Here you go (:

Through The Monsoon: Part 8

"Rukiye na Mr Khan! It's not even 8 yet, why in the world are you going to sleep so early?" Zoya asked quizzically, thoroughly confused at Asad's strange behaviour. She weaved through the furniture to go after him when he didn't answer her. She managed to grab his wrist right before he entered his room, leaving him with no choice but to finally stop.

"Dinner hogaya, ab kuch baaki raha hai karne ke liye? No right? So what's wrong with turning in early?" Asad replied, as he tried to push Zoya's hand away from his wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong though.

"Kyunki only old people sleep at 8! Come on, we can play antakshari to pass the time!" Zoya pleaded, as she tugged at Asad and forced him to follow her back to the living room. Asad dragged his feet as he walked behind her, admitting defeat. There was no way Zoya was going to give up anyway. If he did resist and go to his room, she'd just barge right in as well.

"Par mujhe koi bhi gaana nahi aata! I don't watch any Hindi films alright?" Asad insisted, as Zoya pushed him down onto the sofa. She rolled her eyes at him before taking a seat next to him and resting her feet on the coffee table yet again, earning a low growl of disapproval from him.

"Accha! Aur woh 'Zindagi Ki Yehi Reet Hai' ka gaana kisi aur gaa raha tha issi sofa pe? Don't try to weasel yourself out of this Mr Khan. Now you can start with 'm'. Go ahead, come on!" Zoya ordered Asad, as she easily pointed out his logic flaw. Asad covered his face with both his hands. This girl was impossible. But then, so was he!

"I can't start with 'm'. I can only start with 'z'. Because 'Zindagi Ki Yehi Reet Hai' is the only song I know," Asad lied stubbornly, completely against the idea of singing to Zoya alone. He could easily think of a million love songs that could easily put the both of them in a spot if either of them sang it. And he couldn't afford to do that. His self-control had limits.

"Aap kitne stubborn ho Mr Khan! Accha theek hai. We'll play Pictionary instead! And now don't tell me you can't draw. You're an architect. If you can't draw, then I don't know how you could've possibly made it through college," Zoya pointed out, cutting off any attempt by Asad to argue his way out of this one. She smiled when Asad shrugged in response, and she quickly rummaged through the stationery on the coffee table to find a paper and pencil, setting it next to the candle.

"Okay, you go first! Here take this book, and draw out the third word on the first page you flip to when you open it," Zoya instructed, as she picked up a book that was lying there, called 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'. Zoya frowned upon reading the title of the book. Only someone like Asad would find joy in reading a book about solitude. No wonder he wanted to retire to his room. But too bad, Zoya hated being left alone, so he'd just have to find a way to deal with her company.

"The third word on this page is 'the'. Okay your turn," Asad said as he randomly flipped to a page in the book. He tried to hand the book over to Zoya, but she had her arms crossed over her chest, as she pouted at him in disdain. Asad suppressed his smile as he watched her. Her pouts always made her look really cute.

"Then just choose another word on the page Mr Khan! Why are you so exasperating?" Zoya half-yelled at Asad, as she turned towards him. Asad continued staring at her with a poker face, and Zoya began to charge forward at him to wrap her fingers around his neck. Violence seemed like the only option now.

Asad managed to figure out what Zoya was going to do as she began leaning in to him, and dodged her just in the nick of time. But that made Zoya lose her balance, and she fell over onto him, her forehead bumping against his shoulder. She groaned in what sounded like pain to Asad, so he quickly shifted around to cup Zoya's face and lift her head off his shoulder. He used his thumb to softly rub the part of her forehead which had come in contact with his shoulder.

"Are you okay Miss Farooqui?" Asad whispered, as the motion of his thumb began to slow into a gentle caress. He leaned in further to blow softly at her forehead, as Zoya closed her eyes and took in the beautiful sensation. She allowed Asad to continue to stroke her head for a while before she finally opened her eyes and nodded, to let him know that she was fine. Asad stopped moving his thumb in a circular motion as before, but didn't remove his hands from cupping her face either, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"Um, Mr Khan, main theek hoon. Why don't you try another word on that page?" Zoya finally said out loud, breaking the silence and the moment between them. Asad pulled his hands away from Zoya's face reluctantly, as he nodded and reached for the book yet again. Zoya shifted slightly away from Asad once he'd let go of her, trying to put a respectable distance between them.

She looked over Asad's shoulder as he began on his drawing, starting with an oval shape. Zoya's forehead creased in concentration as she tried to make sense of Asad's sketch, once he'd begun drawing in some details as well.

"Is it a rugby ball? Or is it a potato? Nahi nahi, what's that? You're drawing in eyes? It's a person? Oh my, this is so difficult!" Zoya exclaimed, as she got caught up in the moment. She leaned all the way onto Asad's shoulder as she tried to inspect his drawing, restricting his arm movement as well. He shot a look at her and Zoya quickly lifted her chin from his shoulder, biting her lower lip sheepishly.

"Will you please let me complete my drawing before jumping in?" Asad asked sarcastically, and Zoya quickly nodded in agreement, hoping he wouldn't back out now because of her childishness. Thankfully, he glared at her for a split second more before turning his attention back to his sketch. Zoya watched as Asad began sketching a nose, with as utmost detailing as he did with the eyes. She had to admit, he could draw excellently. But what was he drawing?

XXX

Okay so yes, what was he drawing? (:

res

Can't wait for the next part.

R