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I have honestly lost all interest in Qubool Shit Hai 🤢
its only these wonderful FFs that keep bringing me back to the forum! Gul can go f**k herself for all i care 😡Loved the update that TanBitch deserved it! Now will the MU be cleared in the next update? 😆
Zoya sat on the bench in the garden in the dark of the night, rubbing her upper arms with her hands in an attempt to bring some warmth to her body. It had been a long, tiring day, yet she couldn't find enough peace of mind to fall asleep. The sight of Tanveer writhing on her bathroom floor tortured her every time she tried to shut her eyes. It could have been her. She rubbed her arms harder and bit back a sob.
Asad watched Zoya from afar, evidently fighting some sort of inner battle. He looked down at the coffee mug he held in his hands, the milky, sugary substance inside starting to become cold. He wasn't sure if he should intrude on her personal space, it could be that she just wanted some alone time after all that had happened. He decided to take a step back when he noticed Zoya's shoulders lift up and then drop back down again, like she would if she was crying. Throwing all rational thoughts out of the way for the time being, Asad walked up to the bench. Zoya needed him, and he wasn't going to chicken out.
Zoya steadied her breathing and wiped her face clear of tears with the back of her hand as soon as Asad suddenly made an appearance in front of her. When she left her room to come out to the garden, she had made sure that to check that the house was in darkness and that everyone was asleep, so she really hadn't expected to see anyone looking out for her. But she'd forgotten that Asad always ends up being there for her, even without her expressing any need for it.
She almost smiled as he settled down right next to her, his thigh coming in contact with hers, despite the fact that there was ample space on the bench for him to sit. But then just as his handsome face turned to hers, reality hit her. This man wasn't going to be there for her for much longer either. Their nakli nikaah charade would have to come to a close and she'd have no choice to go back to the US, to be by herself like she's always been since her mother passed away.
Asad stretched his arm out to offer Zoya the coffee he had made for her, but instead of even acknowledging it, Zoya shifted herself away from him, scooting across the bench to sit at the end of it. She rested her chin on her palm and looked away, staring intently at absolutely nothing in particular. Asad frowned as he took in her cold reaction, and then carefully placed the coffee mug on the bench near his side, away from Zoya. He shifted himself towards Zoya as well, careful to stop right before he came into any physical contact with her. He coughed exaggeratedly and then sighed loudly too, but Zoya continued to ignore him completely. He rolled his eyes upwards, hoping to get some help from above.
"Miss Farooqui, aap yahan bahar kyun baithi ho?" Asad finally asked, hoping that he could at least engage Zoya in a casual conversation. He closed reached for her hand, the one under her chin, and closed his palm over it, prying her fingers free of her chin. He then held her chin with his own thumb and index finger, forcing her to face him. He was quick to catch the helplessness in her eyes before she quickly replaced it with resolve.
"Kyunki finally baarish tham gaayi. I was getting really sick of it anyway," Zoya snapped, as she pulled her face away from facing Asad. She could practically feel his gaze on her, and it took her all the self-restraint on earth not to turn back to him and drown in those eyes of his.
"Aapko yeh halka sa hawa ka jhoka pasand hai? Mujhe bhi pehle lagta tha kay mujhe aisa hi kuch pasand hoga. Par ab mujhe pata chala hai kay mujhe toofan zyada pasand hai," Asad replied, speaking sneakily in what sounded like a riddle just as a gust of wind blew Zoya's hair onto her face. She was about to brush it away when Asad beat her to it, brushing her fringe back into place before cupping her face in his large palm, stroking her cheek ever so lightly with his thumb. Zoya felt her resolve melting as she leaned into his touch, a bout of sadness hitting her at about the same time, causing a single tear to drop off the bridge of her eyelid and land on Asad's knuckle.
"Kya hua Miss Farooqui? Ab sab theek hogaya hai na?" Asad tried his level best to comfort Zoya before she really started sobbing. That would become difficult to handle. He removed his hand from Zoya's face and placed his arm around her shoulders instead, pulling her into his body and resting her head in the crook of his neck. He patted her head cautiously, secretly relieved that she didn't try to resist it.
"I could've died," Zoya whispered after a drawn-out silence, her voice cracking as she finally voiced out the thought that was eating her up from the inside. She swallowed yet another lump that had formed in her throat as she felt Asad's arm tighten around her, pulling her into a secure hug. Asad dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head and she revelled in the feel of it.
"My head keeps replaying that point in time when Tanveer collapsed on the ground, and I feel like screaming but there's no sound when I try. I absolutely can't use my bathroom now, I can't even get myself to open the door," Zoya admitted, trying her best to keep her voice steady. She was grateful to be able to say all of this out loud and get it off her chest, even if it was to Mr Nakli-Nikaah Khan.
"Don't worry Miss Farooqui, aap waqt kay saath sab kuch bhool jayegi. And about the bathroom, well you can start using mine instead. You won't be using yours for much longer anyway," Asad replied, a little tongue-in-cheek, hoping to lighten Zoya's mood. It was true, Zoya would only be using their bathroom in their room after the nikaah on Friday after all. But to his surprise, he had somehow managed to make her mad instead. He had to grab the edge of the bench to stop himself from falling over the bench as Zoya pushed him away forcefully and stood up from the bench, glaring down at him.
Zoya couldn't believe her ears. Here she was, pouring her heart out to him, and there he was, insensitively bringing up the fact that she was going to have to leave on Friday, therefore not having to use her bathroom anymore. And he still had the audacity to tell her to use his bathroom instead. His bathroom?! Where she'd heard all that rubbish spouting out of his mouth and had her heart break into pieces? He had to be dreaming to think she'd ever step in there again. She turned away from him before he could see a tear escape her eye yet again, and began to walk back towards the house.
Asad frowned as he watched Zoya walk away wordlessly, and quickly ran up behind her, grabbing her wrist and stopping her from going any further. He knew that Zoya was upset about whatever had happened today, but there was still more to her strange behaviour than met the eye. She turned around and used her free hand to try and pry his hand free of her wrist, but Asad simply tightened his grip, tugging at her wrist so suddenly that she ended up stumbling backwards right into Asad.
Asad caught the look in her eyes that he'd become accustomed to, the intense death glare with a streak of stubbornness flashing right across. He glared back at her to the best of his abilities, refusing to let go. He wasn't going to let her go anywhere until she told him what was truly bugging her. But he knew having this glaring match wasn't going to help either. He needed to distract her from her anger, and of course, stubbornness.
He let go of her wrist suddenly and wrapped his arms around her waist immediately after, leaving Zoya with no time to gather her thoughts, and absolutely no scope to pull away. He pulled her into a fierce hug, running his hand up and down her back lightly, and just as he had expected, he eventually felt Zoya's muscles relax under him. He turned his head slightly and smiled into her hair, happy to have made even that much progress. He felt the feather-like touch of Zoya's hands as they rested on his back, returning the hug tentatively.
Asad dropped a kiss in her hair before nuzzling it, and he knew whatever he was doing was working as he felt Zoya's hot breath hit his neck erratically. He trailed his nose down her head, until it made contact with the top of her ear. He replaced his nose with his mouth, blowing softly at it before nipping it casually. He heard Zoya gasp in surprise before sighing softly, trailing her hand up to rest on the back of his neck instead, stroking it lightly.
"Zoya, ab bataao, sach mein kya problem hai," Asad probed again, gently this time as he whispered his sentence into her ear. But he found himself cringing internally as he felt Zoya's muscles tense up under him again, and he knew he shouldn't have asked just yet. But seriously, what in the world had gone wrong now?
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