I know! I know I still have to update Real love stories... BUT this was in my mind all day and I jotted it down and had this great urge to post it! I will update the other story very soon!
This one is not something out of the world - just my clichd fluff. Have I mentioned I love writing fluff? Yeah, I do!
I hope you enjoy this one! See you at the end of the post!
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"ASAD!"
Asad groaned as he heard his wife scream his name from the living room. It was a common occurrence these days - being on the beck and call of Mrs. Khan. He put down the latest deals and material costs that he was reviewing on his side table and went out of their room towards the living room where Zoya had camped out after breakfast.
He walked into the living room and went near the couch where Zoya had been resting and watching television.
"Your heard me!" she smiled up to him as she saw him.
"Really? You called me, Zoya? Although I am not so sure, given that all you did was whisper my name." his voice was practically dripping with sarcasm.
Zoya rolled her eyes, "Ha ha. Very funny. See I am in stitches here laughing. Anyway! Acha, suno! I want pizza." She laid out her latest demand.
"Pizza? Zoya we just had breakfast. And you want pizza?"
She pouted at him and gave him her best sad expression. Asad groaned and knew what excuse was coming up.
"It's not my fault, Asad! Your demon child is pizza hungry! She wants pizza! She is kicking and poking me as if to say, "Ammi, I want pizza and if you don't give me, I will continue to play kickboxing with your organs", now we can't have that, can we?"
It was Asad's time to roll his eyes. Zoya had been abusing her power as the pregnant woman to get all her whims fulfilled. She was into her last month of the pregnancy and they had only a week left until her official due date. Ever since she had experienced Braxton Hicks contractions, freaking Asad out, she had been confined to the house. Asad' over protective tendencies had made her stay at home, with her phone practically glued to her hand. But, today was going to change that.
Just as she had made him agree to all her wishes, she had also weaseled her way into convincing him into letting her accompany him tonight.
They were going out today. Asad was being awarded at a convention today for becoming Bhopal's youngest, most influential and successful businessman.
But, for now, all Zoya seemed to be concerned about was her pizza.
"Asad, please! Look, I'll even control myself at the event tonight. I promise! No, sounds! Scouts honor!" she whispered the last part which made Asad blush.
The last time they had been out for dinner with the entire family, a six-month pregnant Zoya had virtually made love with her dessert, orgasming over the delicacies and letting the entire family hear the sounds which were privy only to Asad and should have been confined to their bedroom.
Asad cleared his throat and mind and turned to Zoya. "Fine, you will get your pizza, BUT, you are not having any more stupid food for the rest of the day, okay?"
Her mouth drooling already, she agreed immediately.
Asad smirked, "Soch lo, there will be good stuff at the event, too."
"Nope. I don't care about all that in the evening. Because then, I'll only want my sexy and delicious husband after I see him in a suit on the stage later tonight! Hmmm." It was her turn to smirk at his expression now.
And the pregnancy had spiked her libido too, much to their mutual delight.
***
The hall was decorated very tastefully, with soft lights and delicate trinkets here and there. There were minimal large pieces which added to the simplicity, yet maintain an elegant hue. Soft music played in the background which was quiet enough to engage in conversations but also loud enough to actually enjoy it.
Dilshad and Zoya were sitting by their VIP table, talking to the other ladies that Dilshad knew of. While everything was going great and the atmosphere was lovely, Zoya could not have been more uncomfortable. Her back had been constantly aching and no angle of shifting around in her seat was making her feel better. The baby had decided to flip her position and was now crushing her lungs while pressing on her bladder, making her run for bathroom breaks very often. Awkward.
Asad was talking to some of the other businessmen from around the city and the hosts of the event. While he had been dutifully socializing, his eyes had never left Zoya and was aware of her movements. Even without her telling him, he could tell that she was not having a good time. With her constant changing positions in her seat and her hands splayed possessively over her swollen belly, he could tell that she was uncomfortable and tired.
After a few more minutes, he finally made it back to where his mother and wife were seated. He reached her and bent down to peck her forehead.
He gently rubbed her back as he sat down. "Is the baby restless?"
"Mmm hmm. Very restless. I think she too wants to enjoy her Abbu's big day and she is having her own personal party in there!" Zoya joked, but winced when met with a particular firm kick.
Asad frowned and rubbed her stomach, "Let you mother rest, baby girl. You are not being very nice to her right now!" turning to look at Zoya, he said, "Maybe you should have stayed home? It's exhausting for you."
Zoya looked at him incredulously, "And miss this event? Asad! Its' such a big deal and I would never miss your big day! I am fine, it's nothing. Now relax. You look so handsome. It makes me want to do bad things to you."
Asad spluttered and looked frantically over to his mother. Fortunately, she seemed to have not heard Zoya and was engaged in a conversation.
"Zoya," he groaned, "Please, behave."
She pouted at him, but acquiesced.
***
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to have amongst us today, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan. He is an inspiration for many young minds who desire to make a name for themselves. Mr. Khan has managed to climb up the ladder without much assistance and that in itself is an amazing feat. We are today honoring a self-made man who has led his business, Dilshad Constructions, to great heights. Without further delay, I invite Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan on the stage."
As the gathering clapped, Asad got up, but not before he gave a little peck to his wife. He sauntered up to the stage and received the honor. Walking up to the dais, he thanked the organizers for being choosing him for the honor.
"And I am immensely grateful to my mother, who has been my biggest support throughout the years and taught me perseverance. She backed up my every decision and helped me become the man that I am today. I also want to mention my wife, Zoya, who is crying right now," there were some chuckles, "for being an unbiased source and for changing me for the better.
"I want to thank my Allah for blessing me with my family, and for giving me the courage to stay strong. Thank you."
***
Asad was sitting on the bed, waiting for Zoya to come out of the bathroom. It had been a long day and he intended on spoiling her a little with a gentle massage. A few minutes later, Zoya emerged out and directly went over to her husband. Careful of her belly, Asad pulled her on his lap and she sat sideways, leaning her head on his shoulders.
"I am so proud of you, Asad. You were so good up there."
He placed his fingers under her chin and brought her lips close to his, in thanks, for a gentle kiss. Zoya shifted to better angle the kiss and brought her arms around his neck. They broke the kiss after some moments, when their lungs screamed for oxygen.
"Hmmm, this reward is much better." His voice got deep and hoarse, dripping with desire.
Zoya moaned her agreement, "I am sure you'll find that some even greater rewards are in store for you tonight. You were looking just so dashing tonight. I bet many girls were giving me the death glare."
"So were you, my love, so were you. Ravishing in red."
They leaned in for another kiss. This one turned more passionate and fiery, with clear intentions of leading up to much more. After a few minutes of heated kissing, Asad's kurta was on the floor and he proceeded to move them in a more comfortable position and work on getting Zoya's clothes off.
Just as he tugged on her shirt, she broke the kiss and looked at him with wide eyes.
"What happened? Are you uncomfortable?" her expression catching him off-guard.
She looked at him in the eyes, "Are you ready for another celebration?"
"Huh?"
Zoya touched her forehead to his, smiled and placed his hand on her stomach, "I think my water just broke."
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A/n: TA-DA!
So, how was it! I hope it wasn't all over the place! This was just something that popped into my head and I had to get it down!
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Simi
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