FF: Through The Monsoon #2 - Link to #3 on pg 1 - Page 73

Originally posted by: LaVita-E-Bella

Okay, I have been reading your story since the beginning and this is my first comment ever (didn't have an account before) and omg LOVE LOVE LOVE it! You are such a good writer! Your chapters ALWAYS have me grinning like a teenage girl. Just read the last three parts, wonderfully written! The 'kiss kiss kissi ka" stuff had me laughing out loud literally. Very smart way to put it in there. And I love how he knows Zoya so well that he was expecting her to come into his room any minute and had everything planned ahead of time (he knew what her reactions would be!)

Asad is such a tease though (and I love it), I wish we could see this kind of Asad in the show! If I were in Zoya's shoes, I would've probably wanted to bury myself in the ground and never show my face in front of him again. Girl has guts! Especially when she flat out said she wanted him to kiss her (omg I don't think I would ever be able to do that, I'd probably be so nervous that I would mess up the kiss myself haha).

Last part...omg...no words..very cute but passionate as well. I'm glad you waited for the kiss, made it so much more special and romantic (how a first kiss should be!). I swear though, all your Asya scenes are so passionate. Even in the beginning chapters, without the kiss, when they are on the couch and all their close moments (when she's on top of him etc) and when they were trying to turn back on the power, and the way Zoya tries to find Asad's phone (which was my absolute favorite of all..always reread that part!) and how they are soo close to each other..it's all so intense, I just LOVE it. That's what also made the kiss amazing, all the heated moments leading up to it before. And the foot thing, I was totally reminded of Princess Diaries (don't know if you've watched it) but she does the foot thing in there too. Very cute.

Why do I have a feeling either Ayaan is going to end up catching them or Dilshaad and Tanveer are going to end up walking in on them again? That would be horrible especially if it's Dilshaad. Wonder what's going to happen next!

Anxiously waiting for the next part!

Originally posted by: ForbiddenFruit

Somebody turn on the AC! It was so damn hawt! M sitting in d fridge to cool down!
Wow...I really loved ur vivid description of their kiss! I could actuly imagine them kissing *blush blush*. Whoa...for a moment..wen Zoe started unbuttoning his shirt...I thought dey wer going to do *ahem ahem*( Gutter Alert)...but dey didn't ! Is it insane if I wish they get locked in der room forevr?
Eeeh...I love ur story,dudette!

"Mmm... Mr Khan... Baarish... baarish ho rahi hai," Zoya tried to inform Asad in between kisses, but Asad simply wasn't in the mood to listen. A loud clap of thunder finally distracted Asad enough to make him pull away, giving Zoya just enough to point at his windows, which were wide open and allowing all the rain to come in, making the settee next to the window considerably wet.

Asad cursed under his breath and finally pushed his body off of Zoya's, climbing off the bed to close the window. As he was about to shut it, he noticed someone jumping over his fence in the rain, protecting himself only with a black hoodie. It was only when the person's gaudy pink trousers came into sight that Asad realized who it was, slapping his forehead in irritation.

"Miss Farooqui, Ayaan yahan aa gaya hai bina bataye. Aap please do minute bathroom mein chup jayegi? I'll send him packing in a short while," Asad told Zoya, as soon as he turned back to his bed where Zoya was lying on his pillow and twirling a lock of her hair in her fingers. Oh, how it pained him to put an end to this beautiful sight.

Zoya giggled a little at Asad's instructions. She could just as easily leave his room and go back to hers; there really was no need to hide in his bathroom. But he evidently didn't want this to end so abruptly like this, so Zoya complied, rolling onto the other side of the bed. She climbed off that side and walked to the bathroom, flashing her dimples to Asad before closing the bathroom door. She leaned against the door on the other side and bit her lower lip, in an attempt to calm her nerves. She didn't just dream this whole thing up, did she?

Asad smiled dazedly at the closed bathroom door, as he ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to bring back some semblance of order to it. He turned his attention back to his window where Ayaan was struggling to climb through, slipping repeatedly on the wet frame. He finally succeeded though, and settled himself down on the settee, dripping wet. Asad cringed and pinched his forehead, and Ayaan scrambled off the settee, dropping water all over the floor instead.

"Kaise aana hua?" Asad asked as Ayaan moved forward to hug him, and he quickly took two steps back. Ayaan looked down at his wet clothes before looking back up and laughing heartily. Asad simply rolled his eyes, buttoning up his shirt as he did.

"Yeh kya baat hui bhaijaan? No happiness upon seeing me, just a stern 'kaise aana hua'? Chalo, chalo, gale mil lete hai," Ayaan said jokingly, as he launched himself at Asad again. Asad dodged him just in time and shot him a glare, to which Ayaan just laughed in response again.

"Bhaijaan, I don't see why you're so irritable about my being wet! I mean your settee was already wet because you'd left the window open. Is there something else irritating you, which you're hiding from me? Because I've noticed that your room is already uncharacteristically messy today," Ayaan commented, as he pointed at the messed up bed, along with Asad's clothes strewn on the floor without a care. Asad groaned inwardly. If only he could tell Ayaan the real reason for his irritation...

"Ayaan, mujhe office ke liye dair ho rahi hai. Tumhe kuch kaam ho toh please mujhe jaldi kaho," Asad replied curtly, as he bent down to pick his clothes up. Ayaan sighed exaggeratedly loudly and Asad rolled his eyes again, dumping his clothes in his closet and then making his way to the bed to smoothen the sheets.

"Mujhe nahi pata tha bhaijaan, aapki aur hamari doori itni bhad jayegi, ke aap mujhse itni badi baat chupayenge. Mujhe pata hai, aap itne irritable kyun hai," Ayaan said mysteriously, as he darted from one side of Asad to the other, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. Asad felt panicked immediately. Did Ayaan see Zoya here before she could hide in the bathroom? He managed to keep the panic internal, and turned to Ayaan with a condescending raised eyebrow.

"Zoya. Aap Zoya ke saath nikaah karne wale ho, itne aap itne irritated ho na?" Ayaan asked so pointedly, making Asad sputter in shock a little. How in the world did the news spread to even Ayaan? He stared at Ayaan, mouth open in a gape.

"Maine aapke ammi se mila tha, market mein. Unhone hi mujhe bataya tha. Theek hai bhaijaan, I understand. You don't want me to come to your wedding right? That's why you didn't tell me. Main issi layak bhi nahi hoon, aapki nazron mein. It's fine. I'll just leave now," Ayaan said dramatically, as he walked back to the window in an exaggeratedly slow fashion. He smiled mischievously as soon as he'd turned away from Asad, pretty sure that his emotional blackmail would melt his bhaijaan's heart. True enough, he felt Asad's hand on his shoulder within seconds, stopping him from going.

"Aisi baat nahi hai Ayaan. I didn't tell you anything because yeh nikaah nakli hai. Majboori mein aake ammi se haan keh diya," Asad said, cringing as he said that. It was a blatant lie. There was nothing more real to him than getting married to Zoya. But he had to lie for now, just to make peace with Ayaan.

"Tab hi toh main soch raha tha! Why would you marry Zoya? You're perpetually fighting with her, plus aap har waqt usse musibat kehte rehte ho. Now it all makes sense!" Ayaan exclaimed as he turned back around and enveloped Asad in a hug before he could even anticipate it. Asad rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time that morning, as he closed his arms around Ayaan.

Zoya stepped away from the bathroom door where she had pressed her ear to eavesdrop, a little shocked, but mostly hurt. So despite all that had happened between them, the nikaah was still nakli to him? Zoya clutched her chest where her heart beat a crazy pattern against her ribs, controlling the tears that were threatening to spill over the brim of her lower eyelids anytime now.