AsYa (OS) 'Tip Tip Barsa Paani'

DISCLAIMER: This story is inspired from the sequence of Zoya "missing" and Asad getting angry. This is me putting my own spin and creating my own scenario for AsYa from this.

This one is dedicated to Drea and Jazz, my girls, who knows how many times I've said I wanted an AsYa sequence with this song. 😆 Naughty thoughts? ☺️ Can't help it, I want some sexy romance from Asad and Zoya. 😳

Writing Index

Asad was pissed. Zoya knew he was justified. She shouldn't have gone out without telling anyone and well . . . her phone battery had died and she couldn't receive calls or call anyone. Asad rightfully scolded her on her irresponsibility as she looked on shamefaced and remorseful.

"I'm sorry Mr. Khan. I promise . . . this will not happen again." She said apologizing. She reached out to take his hand but he pulled away. Her heart contracted at the gesture but she said nothing. He was angry but most of all he must have been very worried for her and she understood what he must have been feeling at not knowing where she was.

As Zoya lay in bed that night, her mind ran over the events of the day. Imran was acting weird, so she had tried to find that Maternity Home to get some information. Something was definitely fishy and she wouldn't be Zoya Farooqui if she didn't try to find out if something was up. This was about Najma's life, Mr. Khan's family; she couldn't let anything go wrong. Couldn't let Najma be hurt when she could do something about it.

"If something would've happened to you, do you have any idea? Any idea of what that would do to me?" Asad's words rang in her ears and she sighed rolling over. "You need to start being more responsible Ms. Farooqui. This can't happen again." She closed her eyes. Asad didn't speak to her after that and she couldn't stand it. There had to be something she could do to make everything okay again.

The next day Zoya had woken up fresh and with an idea. She was going to get Asad to accompany her somewhere for "important work" and well . . . she didn't have it all figured out but she needed to be on her own with him. Quality time, so she could make him a little . . . no much less angry with her than he was now.

She knocked on his bedroom door, coffee cup in hand. She needed an excuse and just popping in for no reason when they weren't good didn't feel right. "Good morning Mr. Khan. Coffee." He nodded as he straightened his tie and she wrung her hands together. She opened her mouth to speak but held back, thinking of how best to broach the subject. "Uhh . . . Mr. Khan?" She started. Allah Miya, her palms were sweating. "Hmm?" He answered taking a sip of his coffee. "I need to go out for some important work today and uh . . ." She trailed off as he leveled her with a hard stare. "No no . . . see I'm telling you this time and I have my phone . . . full battery . . . see?" She lifted the phone showing him the fully charged battery. At his stoic expression she dejectedly pulled it back pouting slightly. "And uh . . . I wanted you to . . . well I'm asking if you'll go with me."

"I'm going into the office today Ms. Farooqui. Can this work wait?" He asked his face softer now. He was still angry, she knew him well enough to see that but he wasn't as angry as he was the night before. "I'll be home at four. Can we go then?" He asked one eyebrow raised.

She nodded swiftly, "Yes, sure. That's perfectly fine." She looked at him once more and then gestured to the door. "Okay well . . . I'll just see you then." Gosh this was awkward. She turned and left sighing as she closed the door behind her. "Step one complete." She whispered. "Time to work on Step two."

As Zoya heard the door open, she realized that Mr. Khan had come home. She watched herself in the mirror one more time fluffing her hair and straightening her pallu over her shoulder. She had outfitted herself in a burnt orange sari with a black boarder and gold and orange accents. She wore a long sleeved black choli, her hair styled straight, framing her face. She heard a knock on her door and said, "Come in."

"Ms. Farooqui . . ." Mr. Khan started and stopped raking her in. "What's all this Farooqui? I thought you wanted to go out for some work. Why are you so dressed up?" Zoya looked down at herself then back at Mr. Khan and smiled, "There's a formal function where I have to go Mr. Khan, it would be rude to go dressed in jeans, right?" she asked watching his face. "Umm . . . you look good but if you want to change I'll just wait outside." She said and walked into the living room leaving Mr. Khan staring after her.

"Allah Miya," she whispered to herself. "I hope this works out." She was planning to have Mr. Khan drive them to an upscale restaurant and surprise him with a nice dinner date. Hopefully get him to forgive her for her irresponsibility. Asad came out some time later in a white shirt and black tie and black trousers. "Ready?" He nodded towards the front door and she agreed following him out. They left home at half past five.

"I hope he won't be mad that I lied to him." Zoya thought, biting on her lower lip in worry. "Everything okay Ms. Farooqui?" Mr. Khan asked startling her. "Uhh . . . yes. Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" She answered chirpily. "So what's this important work about?" He asked as they drove further and further away from home. The question made Imran flash to mind. Something was wrong there but she couldn't say anything, not yet. She had no proof. It could turn out to be nothing but an over-active imagination.

As they drove further and further away, the car started stalling and jerking forward. "Mr. Khan, what's going on?" He looked at the meter. "It's empty." He said sighing. "Umm . . . I'm sorry. Did you say it's empty?" She asked looking at him dumbfounded. Then she perked up, "No problem, you have fuel in the back right?" she said remembering the last time when Ayaan had emptied all his fuel.

He tapped the steering wheel, "Not this time." Zoya leaned back in her seat as a fit of giggles erupted from her. "Not this time?" She stopped laughing and smacked his arm. "What a time not to have any Mr. Khan." She huffed and opened her door, walking out into the dark starry night. She started pacing down the road and heard another door close and heard Mr. Khan's footsteps behind her. "Ms. Farooqui." He called out but she kept walking. "Ms. Farooqui stop." He shouted. She sighed and kept going. "Zoya!" she stopped and turned around, brows furrowed. "Where are you going?" He asked looking at her sternly.

"Never mind. I'll try calling for a tow." He said pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing while Zoya scanned the surrounding area. There were a lot of trees, not much houses. The ones she could see were far in the distance. She looked up at the stars, few and far between when she felt something wet hit her nose. She touched her nose and then another one hit. "It's going to rain Mr. Khan." She said looking at him speaking swiftly on the phone. He blocked the receiver and whispered, "Get back into the car."

As she went to do just that the rain came down. It wasn't subtle. The rain suddenly started pouring . . . hard. She lifted her pallu over her head for coverage but it provided very little. She looked to Mr. Khan who was already drenched as he ran back to the car.

"There's nothing Ms. Zoya Farooqui can't do. So what if the dinner date is a no-go." She shrugged thoughtfully. "We can still make the best of the night and it is a beautiful night." As Mr. Khan tried to hurry her back into the car, she broke away from him and ran back into the deserted street lifting her face up to the pouring rain. She ran under a huge tree, sheltering herself but the rain still dripped from the leaves. She held out her hand catching the fat falling droplets.

**Tip Tip Barsa Paani**

She turned looking over her shoulder at Mr. Khan. His head whipped around in her direction. She smiled a dimple-inducing smile and ran up to him. She stood behind him; her hands on his shoulder, her fingers trailing down his arm.

**Tip Tip Barsa Paani . . . Paani Ne Aag Lagaayi**

Zoya rounded in front of Mr. Khan as she sang along to the song her hand trailing down his shirt front, she grabbed his tie pulling him closer then back. She loosened his tie and pulled it from around his neck and put it around her own like a scarf as she shimmied in front of him. He smiled and chuckled at her antics. "Ms. Farooqui." He said coming closer. "Give me my tie." She stepped back with every step he took forward and said, "You'll have to catch me first." As she ran off arms wide, into the grass and the surrounding trees, spinning around and shaking her hair around.

**Tip Tip Barsa Paani . . . Paani Ne Aag Lagaayi . . . Aag Lagi Dil Mein To Dil Ko Teri Yaad Aayi**

She ran around enjoying the rain when Mr. Khan came up behind her and she turned, her wet hair smacking him in the face. She laughed as he slowly peeled the wet strands off his face and reached forward to grab her hand. She ran away from him to a large tree, gasping for air, smiling. Mr. Khan came up behind her again, his fingers walking along her back exposed by her choli, her back arched and she turned flattened against the tree. She flipped the tie around his neck using the ends to pull him close till their noses almost brushed then pushing him back.

He moved back in closer to her. She looked up into his eyes, burning into hers as he trailed his fingers down her face. He took her into his arms spinning her around then holding her close. He spun her away from him then grabbed her pallu pulling her back in a spin, she slammed into him face to face, their faces were so close together as both of them breathed hard, water droplets streaming down making it hard to see.

Tip Tip Barsa Paani Paani Ne Aag Lagaayi

Aag Lagi Dil Mein To Dil Ko Teri Yaad Aayi

Teri Yaad Aayi To Jal Utha Mera Bheega Badan

Ab Tum Hi Batao Sajan Main Kya Karu

Duubaa Dariyaa Mein Khadaa Main Saahil Par

Duubaa Dariyaa Mein Khadaa Main Saahil Par

Tu Bijali Bankar Giri Mere Dil Par

Chali Aaisi Yeh Pagal Pavan Main Kya Karu

Mr. Khan latched onto her hip and lower back, dipping her low, his nose slowly travelling a path down the center of her throat then he abruptly pulled her upright and spun her back into him, her back to his front as his index finger trailed a path across her collarbone making her shiver from something other than coldness. Zoya couldn't even think of what they'd been at odds for right now. Mr. Khan was so intense, his eyes locked completely onto hers as he spun her again and then his arms wrapped around her waist as her hands tangled around his neck and into his hair. This was the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

She smiled, "I love you Mr. . . . I love you, Asad." She breathed and she felt him tense. His eyes looked dilated and his breathing hitched as he held her even tighter. "I love you Zoya." He breathed his forehead resting against hers as his eyes slid close. "I'm sorry." She barely whispered. "So am I." His nose brushed against hers and she smiled widely.

He hugged her tightly to him, their faces pressed into the crook of each other's necks. She felt . . . Mr. Khan pressed a soft kiss into the nape of her neck and she hugged him tighter. I love you so much Mr. Khan. So much. She thought in her head as she held onto him her hands spearing into his long hair. Her fingers then tentatively drifted down his arm and entwined their hands together as they stared into each other's eyes.

There was no need to say anything else . . . when she was with him; there was nothing else she needed . . .

The scene was so much better in my head but I already wrote it and thought I'd share it. Enjoy! 😃

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PS- This is what I imagined Zoya in:

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