FF: Through The Monsoon #2 - Link to #3 on pg 1 - Page 27

Originally posted by: -Aswini-

so can i expect it tomo😃

Originally posted by: Madame_Noddy

I read chapter 19,20 and 21 and just now and i loved them!!! Jeez i have a bad habit of missing updates don't I... *facepalm*

Anyhoo i loved the chapters! Dilshad's the smart momma and i loved the ultimatum she gave them! Asad and Zoya agreed... okay, nakli.. but they still did! in 20 you had me thinking if you'd let them kiss but no... but its jolly good as long they are together and are realizing their love for each other! and the cat had to come to know of this?! god! Continue soon please!!!

Originally posted by: Enchantress

I am waiting for the kiss. Off course it will be sone pe suhaga if Asad initiates the kiss... It looks more intense and romantic when the guy initiates it.. I don't know if m making sense.. but the fact is I want a kiss 😉, i mean I want them to kiss but asad to initiate..

Loved it.

Originally posted by: Rarepearl

oh goodness the part was awesome even without the kiss. I really love the essence of AsYa that you always put in your stories, it keeps me glued and visualize with ease. okay now it's going to be a long wait for the next part to know what Zoe does to get kissed.

continue soon dear.

Originally posted by: hsvs

Really enjoyed reading this FF- read all the chapters in one go now! 😊

You write simply but very well.

Please update soon.

The rain continued to pour in buckets the next morning despite the fact that it had rained the whole night. Zoya stood outside Asad's room door, wondering if she should knock. She never knocked; it would hardly make any sense to knock this time. In fact, it'd just make him more suspicious. She took a step back and thought about aborting the whole idea. She didn't even have a concrete idea to begin with. And what would she say after entering? Zoya scurried over to the kitchen to grab a mug of coffee. At least that'd give her an excuse to meet him.

She walked back to his room door cautiously, armed with a mug of bitter, black coffee this time. Just the way he liked it. Just as she was about to push open his door, Asad swung open his door from the other side, taking Zoya by surprise and making her spill half of the coffee on the ground. She looked up from the pool of coffee to make eye contact with Asad, who was shooting her a deathly glare, whilst holding a coffee mug of his own.

"Aap yeh kya kar rahi thi? You've made a mess now! Miss Farooqui aapko aajkal ho kya gaya hai? Mere liye laayi thi yeh coffee? Look, I know you're grateful that I came up with this nikaah idea so you have till Friday to find your father, but there's really no need for all this," Asad chided Zoya haughtily, making Zoya grit her teeth in annoyance. Now she really did wonder why it mattered to her whether or not she's compatible with this arrogant man.

"Aapke liye nahi hai yeh! I made this coffee for myself. But you suddenly came out of the room and scared me, now half of my coffee is wasted," Zoya replied, pouting unhappily at the end of her statement. Asad held his coffee mug in left hand and then reached for Zoya's mug with his right hand. He took a sip of whatever coffee was left in Zoya's mug before returning it to her.

"Main nahi jaanta tha ke aap sugar-less black coffee peene lagi hai. Khair, aap meri coffee pee lijiye, it tastes the same," Asad replied sarcastically, holding his coffee mug out to Zoya. He suppressed a smile as Zoya huffed in response and walked off, ignoring his offer to drink his coffee. He knew she'd brought the coffee for him, and since she already did, why did she have to lie about it? She really was such a strange girl. He rolled his eyes and went back into his room to get some tissue paper.

Zoya placed the half-empty coffee mug on the dining table angrily, a loud clank sounding as the ceramic mug made contact with the glass table. She pulled a few tissue paper pieces out from the tissue box placed there and marched back to Asad's room door. She didn't want to hear his stupid lecture about how messy she is now, so much for kissing him.

Asad and Zoya happened to come back to the pool of coffee and the same time, knocking their heads as they bent down to wipe the ground. Zoya rubbed her head and got up again, groaning softly, while Asad rolled his eyes and ignored her, focusing his attention on the coffee that needed to be cleaned up.

"Of course only my head would hurt despite the fact that we both collided into each other. Because I'm not the hard-headed one, you are!" Zoya cribbed, earning a look of sheer annoyance from Asad. She stopped rubbing her head as Asad stood up and crossed his arms, the pool of coffee between them left unattended.

"Miss Farooqui, pray tell what any of this has to do with me being hard-headed?" Asad asked, in as polite a tone as he could muster. Zoya opened her mouth and then closed it again. He was right; calling him hard-headed was completely baseless in this context. He wasn't being stubborn about anything right now. Zoya closed her eyes and tried to think of any kind of stupid excuse to explain why she called him stubborn, totally unprovoked. Should she tell him he called him that because he was too stubborn to kiss her? But he didn't even know she wanted to be kissed!

Zoya pursed her lips, giving up on coming up with anything sensible to retort. She turned on her heels swiftly, forgetting completely that the coffee was still spreading across the white tiles below them. She slipped on it, inevitably, and let out a loud gasp as she lost her balance and prepared to hit the ground.

Asad moved quickly, stepping over the pool of coffee and grabbing Zoya around the waist just in time, before she fell unceremoniously on the floor. Zoya immediately raised her arms and clutched Asad's shoulders, her eyes still shut as she tried to calm her breathing.

"Are you okay?" Asad whispered, as Zoya slowly fluttered her eyes open to meet Asad's. She tightened her hold on his shoulders as Asad tightened his on her waist, gathering her body closer to his, their faces inches apart. Zoya's eyes trailed down from his eyes to his lips. She'd somehow managed to end up in this position with Asad despite the fact that everything went wrongly.

Asad had noticed that Zoya was unabashedly staring at his lips. Did she want to...? Was she trying to...? No! Asad subconsciously began staring at hers too. Should he...?