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Warning: MATURE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER!
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Chapter 16
The next few days passed just as quickly as the first few, time was flying. Zoya had come to terms with her impending departure by deciding to make the most of the time she had left with Asad. She didn't reveal her feelings to him, but tried to forget that she'd leave in a few days. She focused on enjoying the present as much as she could.
If Zoya was in a state of turmoil, Asad was no better. He didn't know what to do about Zoya. He was sure that he was falling in love with her, just what he was afraid of. But for the first time he welcomed the feeling rather than running away from it. He'd wake up beside her and admire her before setting off on their planned day, which recently involved dancing with her and planning the party. A lot of flirting ensued along with a plethora of stolen kisses. In the midst of it all, Zoya and Asad found it easy to not worry about the future and live in the now. Despite this, Asad was shocked that Zoya had not said anything about her leaving and decided not to say anything either. And that little voice in his head nagged him into believing that he was making a bigger issue of this than she was, that she didn't really care that she was leaving.
If the nagging voice in Asad's head was bad, Zoya's was worse. Her inner Khushi, along with the real deal, were both tired of making Zoya see reason. Zoya had convinced herself that this was just a fling for Asad and that she needed to make the most of it, to make memories to last a lifetime.
Yes, there are no two bigger oblivious idiots in this world. But thankfully, they both have friends that will make them see reason when time comes. But for now, they are living in there little happy bubble avoiding the future. The happy bubble which consisted of Asad, Zoya, kisses, a lot of sexual tension, laughs, stories and cuddles.
The sexual tension seemed to grow minute by minute along with the teasing. Asad knew very well that Zoya was attracted to his body, so he had started working out shirtless on the terrace, a place clearly visible to Zoya who'd stand and admire his rippling muscles, his flawless skin and the sweat sexily dripping down his torso. Zoya's blatant observations led to her being pressed up between the wall of the terrace and Asad frequently as their tongues fought and their hands wandered. Where their kisses and hands stopped, their dreams continued, they'd often wake up in the middle of the night completely flushed from the activities of dream Asad & Zoya.
Zoya was no better in the teasing department, the dance practices were more seduction practices. She'd bend over more than necessary and they'd dance closer than necessary. To say Asad was turned on by stretchy Zoya was an understatement, the cold showers he took were a testament to it.
While they fought a sexual battle Arnav and Khushi, well mostly Khushi, fought an emotional one. Arnav had his own happy bubble, being the only sane one from the four of them; he had come to terms with his feelings and accepted them. He was ready to file his resignation at the end of the week so he could continue to be with the love of his life.
Khushi, however, was in a confused bubble, her feelings for Arnav surpassed 'liking' and she knew it well. But she wasn't sure if her feelings fell under the 'love' category. She knew and admitted that she was in the process of falling in love with him but she wondered how she'd know when she was. Maybe she should wait for the moment where she could envision her wedding with Arnav to declare she was in love, like Zoya had admitted. Khushi had been shocked when her best friend walked into the room crying and admitted to being in love with Asad. It was so easy for her to realize and admit it- she could see their future. She could see them getting married down the road. But Khushi was confused as to why Zoya wouldn't talk about it to Asad. They spoke about everything apart from what they needed to talk about.
And these are the thoughts that plagued them as they woke up on the rainy morning. Everyone in the Raizada/Khan farmhouse was bustling around trying to finish last minute preparations for the party that day. The women had spent all of the day before getting poked and prodded so most of the work fell onto the shoulders of the men.
The morning brought with it an excited Dilshad and Anjali who were going through saris and lenghas to send for Zoya and Khushi's approval. The two were always ready and excited to play Barbie, and did not hesitate to take charge after Khushi and Zoya revealed the lack of traditional clothes in their suitcases.
That is why Khushi sat in between a heap of saris that they had sent for her to choose from, but her mind was elsewhere. It was still pondering her lack of response to Arnav's constant 'I Love You'. Due to her preoccupation with the subject she didn't notice Anjali knocking on her door for a while and then walking in.
Anjali watched amused as she waved her hand in front of Khushi's face but got no response. She decided to speak. "The only time a girl doesn't pay attention while choosing her clothes for a party is when there is something taxing on her mind." Anjali said sitting beside Khushi who jumped at the sound of Anjali's voice.
"Di." Khushi said noticing her presence. "I- uh."
"Why don't you tell me what you're thinking about so hard?" Anjali smiled.
"No-" Khushi started to say.
"Don't tell me it's nothing Khushi. You know you can talk to me." Anjali encouraged.
"Arnav loves me." Khushi said, the words leaving her mouth before she even decided if she wanted to tell her.
"That's good! We all know that he loves you. What is bothering you about it?" Anjali said confused, Arnav had declared as much the moment he saw her.
"I didn't say it back." Khushi said sadly as Anjali nodded. Arnav had talked to his Di about everything. She knew that Khushi had misconceptions and fears about love, but he didn't reveal why, not wanting to tell anyone if Khushi wasn't willing to share it with them herself.
"As far as I am aware there is no rule that says you have to say it back...especially at the same time." Anjali said putting her arm around Khushi as she snuggled up to her.
"But doesn't 'I love you' merit an 'I love you, too?' It makes sense right, especially when a guy like Arnav is promising to you that you're it for him? I don't know why I can't say it back, he is so...so perfect, what's not to love about him...there is something wrong with me." Khushi whined.
" Khushi! Calm down." Anjali comforted.
"But Di, I feel like a colossal idiot. Every time he says 'I love you' there is a glimmer of hope in his eyes, like maybe this time I will say it back. But I don't and I hate disappointing him."
"Don't feel like an idiot then. You have the right to take your time. And Chotte realizes that, he is waiting for you and he'll wait as long as you need because he loves you. And just because you haven't said it doesn't mean that he doesn't know that you care for him. A lot. Because you do and it's clear to everyone Khushi."
"It's not that I am sure I don't love him, I JUST DON'T KNOW!" Khushi exclaimed. "How do you even know you're in love with someone? I mean is it like someone flips a switch and you are in love? What about you Di? How'd you know?"
"It is different for everyone. I think. I thought I was in love once, not with Aman. Before that. I met this guy while I was in college and boy, was he a charmer. He could talk you into anything and he was so sweet. He asked me out and I said yes. He was a wonderful boyfriend, he used to spend a lot of time with me, buy me presents, take me places and he was just so sweet. And I thought he was it. But a month later I found out that I wasn't the only one he was dating...and I was broken. Aman picked up the pieces. Aman's family and mine were family friends and we were good friends since he was closer to me in age than Arnav or Asad were. I always wondered why we kept in touch with each other over the years after his family moved away. It was like my day wasn't complete if I didn't call, message or text him for one day. We ended up at the same university, and we picked up right where we'd left off. We were the best of friends. Aman hated Shyam but I didn't pay attention to the warnings, but Aman never said a word after I came to him crying that day. He held me and let me cry all night. He was sitting by the side of his bed, his head laying on it, holding my hand when I woke up. And that's the first time I put a name to what I saw in his eyes many times. Aman is...blunt." Anjali laughed. "I still remember him saying, 'Anjali, I know that asshole hurt you. And please don't be shocked if you see him and he is black & blue, and don't tell anyone I was the one that beat him either... No one hurts the girl I...uh...f**k this. I am going to say it before another f**ker waltz in and decides he likes you, I love you Anjali Raizada, always have and always will. So you do, uh, whatever it is you need to do, take as much time as you want to realize that you f**king love me too and then we can live happily ever after okay?' I didn't say I love you back that night. It took me a whole six months to realize it. And when I did realize it, I also realized that I'd loved him all along. Even when we were just friends, I couldn't imagine not having him in my life. I couldn't imagine my life without his stupid jokes, his tight hugs, his boisterous laugh...just the thought of him leaving made my heart clench. So he waited, it took me six months to say it back but it was worth it."
"So you knew when you realized you couldn't imagine your life without him?" Khushi asked.
"Pretty much." Anjali said. "Did that help or did I just confuse you?"
"It helped Di...I- it's good to know I am not the only one making a guy wait ages for them!" Khushi teased. "You and Aman make a great couple Di. Just looking at you two together, even if you are just sitting, it...it feels like we are interrupting a private moment. His eyes follow your every move."
"I know." Anjali laughed. "He loves me. A lot."
"Thanks Di." Khushi said pulling away from Anjali's side and pulling her into a hug.
"You are welcome." Anjali smiled. "By the way red is Arnav's favourite color..." She said picking up the red sari and winking as Khushi blushed knowing what she was going to wear that night.
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Zoya had walked into the room to notice that Khushi and Anjali were having a heart-to-heart. She had smiled and wandered to the adjacent room to see Asad getting out of bed. His hair tousled sexily as he rubbed his hand over his stubbly jaw.
"Good morning." Asad smirked sexily.
"Morning!" Zoya smiled back taking in how husky and sexy his voice sounded first thing in the morning.
Asad grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against him and leaned in. Zoya smiled closing her eyes, expecting his lips to touch hers. But they didn't, instead she felt Asad nuzzling his stubbly cheek against hers causing her to giggle. He'd been doing that a lot since she told him she liked him stubbly.
"Asad!" Zoya laughed pulling away.
"I thought I'd do that one more time before I go shave it off." He smiled.
"Nooo!" Zoya said putting her hand on his face. "I like it." She pouted.
"Ammi says I resemble a caveman and I should not be stubbly for the party. So you are going to have to part with the stubble."
"Fineee." Zoya pouted feeling the stubble with her fingers. "Want some company?"
"You want to watch me shave?" he asked amused.
Zoya nodded and said "Yeah, I have nothing better to do. And I'd like to bid farewell to my friend."
Asad laughed pulling Zoya inside the bathroom and placing her on the counter beside the sink.
He opened the cabinet and mechanically followed his age old procedure, he took out the shaving foam, then the razor, and his aftershave placing them in a straight line and cleaning the rest of the counter.
"And the OCD appears while shaving too!" Zoya laughed swinging her legs but stopped short as Asad reached for and grabbed the ends of his grey t-shirt pulling it over his head.
He smirked noticing Zoya gulp as he walked towards and placed his shirt in the laundry hamper. Zoya's eyes went wide as she blushed watching his every movement. He was now clad only in his black pajamas, which were riding dangerously low on his hips. She was drawn to his body like a moth to the flame. He was absolutely perfect, his body was sculpted to perfection, not scrawny but not overly ripped. His abs are perfect though, a thought that always ran through Zoya's mind whenever she saw him shirtless.
"Like what you see?" Asad teased, a knowing smirk twisting his lips.
"Yep!" Zoya laughed. "The bathroom tiles are very sexy."
Asad shook his head as he removed the protective cover off the razor and ran it under the faucet. Zoya watched interested as he uncapped the shaving foam after shaking the bottle then filling his palm with the white foam and lathering it over his cheeks. He slowly worked his way over his jaw covering every tiny spot and then rinsed his hands flicking water at Zoya.
Zoya smirked snatching the razor from the counter as he reached for it. "I want to try." She smiled playfully.
"Planning to murder me?" he asked lifting his eyebrow. "I think you may just slip and slit my throat."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I will not 'slip', I'll be careful, I promise!"
"I don't know..." Asad said skeptically.
"Fine," Zoya huffed getting up placing the razor on the counter. "I can't believe you are doubting the Zoya Farooqui, there is nothing in this world that I can't do."
"Trying to guilt me?" Asad asked grabbing her and lifting her back onto the counter.
"Maybe..." She smiled.
"Fine." He laughed picking up the razor and running it under the water. "Here. But be really careful, I'd like to get out of here in one piece."
Asad placed his hands on her bare knees and urged them apart moving his hands up to her bare thighs as he stood between her legs. He pressed closer so his legs were up against the counter as he stared into Zoya's eyes.
Zoya gulped suddenly realizing how intimate the situation really was. She could feel the heat seep from his rough hands into her thighs, feel his breath on her cheeks and his eyes staring intently into hers.
Her fingers shook slightly as she brought the razor to his left cheek. She took a deep breath before gently swiping the razor across it, relaxing as she got used to the feeling, her strokes became more confident. Zoya moved closer to the edge of the counter bringing herself closer to Asad so she could move his jaw around as she swiped the blade across it. She could feel the warmth emanating from his body as her arms touched his bare torso while she moved. She watched mesmerized as Asad's eyes closed and his hold on her thighs tightened and unconsciously kneaded the muscle, his fingers moving up and down her leg. Zoya let out a shaky breath as she felt that, now familiar, tightening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
By the time Zoya rinsed the razor they were both breathing heavily. Zoya wet the towel and wiped away all remnants of the shaving gel as Asad stared at her. She grabbed the aftershave and poured some on her hand rubbing it between her hands before bringing them to his face. She traced her hands all over his face feeling the smooth skin under her hands as Asad leaned into her touch loving the feel of her soft hands caressing his face.
Zoya ran her hands over his jaw a few times and dropped her hands, having finished her task as Asad opened his eyes causing Zoya to gasp at how dark and intense they were. She let out a quiet moan as Asad leaned in and hungrily took her mouth with his as Zoya's legs wrapped around him. Her hands slid all over his bare back before she latched her fingers in his hair, their tongues swept against each others. Asad's hands continued a circuit from Zoya's knees to her thighs, over her hips as he pulled her even closer so she was barely resting on the counter as his mouth moved firmly over hers.
"Is this okay?" Asad whispered pulling away slightly. Zoya nodded badly wanting to tell him to just take her. But she just settled for nodding and capturing his mouth again, resuming their passionate embrace.
Zoya took a deep breath as she pulled away to reach for the hem of her shirt, dragging it up over her stomach.
"Zoya...Stop!" Asad panted putting his hands over mine. "We don't have to-"
"We're not." She said referring to having sex. "But...I need...I need more." She panted as his mouth turned up in a grin. He removed Zoya's hands from her t-shirt and ran his hands over her t-shirt before slowly drawing it up over her head. He stepped back a little to admire the sight in front of him, Zoya clad in a black lace bra.
Zoya blushed conscious of the stretch marks that adorned her stomach and made a move to cover them up as she felt Asad's burning gaze on her.
"You're absolutely beautiful." Asad groaned running his shaky fingers over the skin of her taut stomach causing them both to shiver. Zoya pulled his lips back onto hers as their almost bare torsos touched for the first time.
"Uh...can I'" he stuttered, his fingers brushing over the elastic band of her shorts as Zoya nodded reaching down and pulling her shorts down unwrapping her legs from around him as the shorts fell to the floor. Asad's eyes roamed her body as he took in her matching black underwear. She was absolutely stunning to him. Zoya's heart pounded as Asad moved back towards her and put his hands on her knees, slowly moving them up her thighs, across her hips, over her stomach until they came to rest under her boobs.
"Can I?" He asked as Zoya nodded. They both shuddered as his hands brushed over her covered breasts for the first time. He watched mesmerized as goosebumps appeared all over the swell of her breasts, his eyes glued to the sight.
"So beautiful." he whispered as he closed his hand more firmly around the soft peak causing Zoya to let out a loud moan at the sensation. He lowered his head and pressed wet kisses all over her neck and collarbone, his hand straying on her breasts.
Zoya moaned and pulled him to her mouth, smashing their mouths together as their touches became more urgent. Her hand slid down his torso to the drawstrings of his pajamas, which fell with a swift pull. Zoya wrapped her legs around him again pulling him to her as she felt him press against him, firm and hard. They both let out a loud groan realizing they were separated by only two layers of clothing. Asad's hands finally moved from her heaving breasts to her ass as he pulled her closer, thrusting his hips against her as they both let out a loud moan at the feeling.
"Oh god Zoya." he groaned as Zoya's hips gyrated against his thrusts. Zoya let out a loud scream as Asad buried her face in the crook of her neck, his tongue tracing her collarbone.
"A-asad!" Zoya moaned moving her hips against his as his lips assaulted hers. Their tongues met thrusting and parrying against each other as Zoya's fingers buried themselves in his hair and pulled causing him to let out a low hiss.
Zoya tightened her legs around him even more and raised her hips a bit to get the friction she was desperate for. Zoya let out a little whimper with each thrust of hips against hers as she felt a fire spread throughout her entire body. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as her fingers clenched in his hair, she bit her shoulder when she felt the tension in her stomach completely relax along with every other muscle in her body. She felt like she was tingling everywhere as Asad stiffened burying his face in her hair and letting out a groan as he struggled to catch his breath.
They both sat there for a few moments as trying to calm their raging breaths feeling more relaxed and content than they had in days.
"Wow." Asad finally spoke causing Zoya to let out a giggle as she moved away from the crook of his neck.
They both laughed noticing how thoroughly tousled their hair looked and at the giddy satisfaction on both their faces.
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