#1 AsYa(KaBhi)FF: Fallen in the Trap of Love (link to #2 pg 148) - Page 26

felt all the emotion...

its lovely...

eagerly waiting for the next part...

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I loved the way zoya said i love u to asad, it was so sweet...

The dining table covo was adorable what with najma asking all the questions and zoya trying to evade her and mr khan smirking😆 I could just picture the scene and hear the background music😆

Can't wait for the next update...Thank you for the pm🤗

Zoya bumped into a hard wall, as she paced through the living room, her eyes fixated on her iPad. She groaned and looked up, only to find Asad glaring at her. "I would really appreciate it, if you could stop being so clumsy.", he snapped at her. Zoya scowled at him as she retorted, "Or is it just that you can't see, properly?" "I wasn't the one who was staring at an iPad, while walking.", he replied. Zoya readied herself with another set of excuses, she started to say, "Look Mr. Khan, I-" "Oww...", both Asad and Zoya moaned at the same time, as Dilshaad twisted their ears. "Are both of you kids, or what? Fighting like toddlers." Both Asad and Zoya turned towards each other and scowled at each other, accusingly, while rubbing their sore ears. They turned back to Dilshaad and snapped at the same time, "It was her fault!", "It was his fault!" They turned back to face each other and glared again. Dilshaad sighed, while pinching her forehead, "Oh God! The two of you are gonna drive me insane, one day!" "Phuppi, this is what happened, I was-" "Both of you sort out your issue between yourselves, please don't make me do the work of a court judge, I'm sure I'll become mad, if I intervene in your silly fights.", she hastily said and walked away. Zoya shot Asad another glare and turned on her heels and was about to walk away, when Asad pulled her back to him. She squirmed and struggled, trying to free herself from his grip, in a futile attempt. He watched her angry face, smugly, as she yelled at him, "Let me go!" "Why?", he asked. "What do you mean by why'?! Just let me go!", she screamed. "No. What are you gonna do about it?", he asked, infuriating her all the more. "I hate you!", she bellowed. Asad smirked and replied, "Oh really? That is not what I heard last night." Zoya stopped struggling for a few seconds and swallowed a few times. "Cat got your tongue?", he asked her, teasingly. Zoya retorted, "Shut up and let me go!" Asad wrapped an arm around her waist, while pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face, he leaned in closer to her face, his head slightly tilted. Zoya gulped, as she realized what he was going to do. Her breath hitched, true enough they'd done it several times before, but every time it happened, it felt like the very first time to her and she didn't know why. Just before he closed in completely, she pinched his cheek, as hard as she could. Asad jumped back, rubbing his cheek. "What was that for?", he asked. Zoya smirked at him and shrugged her shoulders and flopped down on the sofa, now free from Asad's grip. Asad glared at her and marched away, Zoya giggled and called out, "Don't go breaking things now!" Asad ignored her and walked off. Zoya laughed to herself, but stopped when Asad made a reentry, in the living room, with something in his hand, that looked vaguely familiar to her. He smirked at her, as her jaw dropped. Zoya stuttered, "Wh...where did you g...get that?" Asad smirked, he asked her in an intimidating, "Looks a little familiar, right?" She yelled, "Give it back!"

Zoya ran behind Asad, trying to catch him, but she very obviously wasn't getting anywhere close. "I hate you!", she screamed, from one end of the sofa. Asad replied, enthusiastically, "I know that! I love you too!" Zoya stopped running for a few second and stared at him, she didn't know whether she was supposed to be blushing, or whacking her head on a wall. "But I said...", she stopped, when she saw him open it. "No!!!", she bellowed, as she charged after him, once again. He didn't try to escape, he stood there and held it above his head, safely away from her reach. "Give it back!", she yelled. "Take it, I never said that you can't.", he quipped. "I can't reach it, you idiot!", she snapped. "Not my problem, shorty.", and yes, you are short. If you were not short, you would be able to reach it." "You can't just take others' stuff and look at it, without their permission!", she yelled, exasperated. "But you are not just any other person, are you? You're my fiance, right?", he responded. She retaliated, "I don't give a damn! Just give the damn album back!"

"Zoya, I want a coffee!", Asad called, from his bed room. Zoya had been busy, on her iPad, just when she Asad called her, again. "Coming!", she yelled and climbed of her bed. She marched towards his room and barged in. Asad looked up from his laptop, as she hissed at him and asked, "What the hell do you want now?" "Sorry?", Asad asked, as he folded his arms against his chest and stared at her, with a playful grin showing up, on his lips. Zoya gritted her teeth and plastered and extremely fake smile onto her face, which probably turned out as a grimace, as she repeated, "What would you like... sir?" Se said the last word, with a huge strain, her fists clenching into a tight ball. Asad smirked at her and replied, "That's better. Now make yourself useful and go get me a coffee."

Half an hour ago:

"Please! Give the album back!", Zoya cried. "Why should I?", asked Asad with a smirk. Zoya thought for a few seconds, before replying, "I'll do whatever you want! Just give it back!" "Anything?", asked Asad, with an evil edge to his voice. "Yes!", Zoya yelled, without thinking twice. "Fine then. That's a deal made.", Asad replied, smugly. "Now give the album back!", Zoya ordered, jumping up, trying to get it out of his hands. "Not so fast.", Asad teased, as he took a step backwards. Zoya stared at him, puzzled. "First you do what I want and then, you can have your precious album back." Zoya took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, she asked, "And what exactly do you want?" Asad curled his lips as he said, "All you need to do is do whatever I say for the twenty four hours. That's pretty easy, isn't it?" "What?! No way!", Zoya shrieked, as she shuddered, remembering the last time she this service for Asad. "You have to, or you won't get your album back.", he said, "Anyways, you have got experience, so you have pretty much nothing to worry about." Zoya stomped her foot in frustration, feeling extremely annoyed with the fact that she had fallen for one of Asad's stupid traps, yet again. "Is this how you treat your fiance? I swear, if I didn't have a reason to oblige, I would have trampled you!", she screamed. "Trampled me with what?", Asad asked, innocently. "With your face!", she snapped. Asad raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "You would have trampled me with my face? That makes no sense." Zoya gritted her teeth and yelled, "Do I look lie someone who cares about making sense?! No, right?! So, shut up!" "I can see that.", Asad muttered. Zoya glared at him, only to earn a smirk in return. "Now, go get me a coffee." Zoya furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "And I should, because?" "Because you will not get your album back, if you don't." Zoya scowled at him, as he turned away and marched off, to his room, with Zoya's album. "An absolute menace.", she muttered under her breath.

"Which world are you lost in?", Asad asked. Zoya snapped out of her bitter reminiscence, only to face who seemed like the world's most annoying person, who is very obviously Asad, at least, according to her. "Coffee.", Asad repeated, noticing her lost expression. "Allah miyan! What's wrong with you?! I just made you one, not less than half an hour ago!" Asad shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms against his chest, he asked, "So what? I feel like having another one. Gotta problem?" Zoya retorted, "Yes, I do have a problem. If you want to drink coffee, every twenty minutes, why don't you go make it yyourself, instead of pestering me?" Asad smirked, he replied, "Because of this." He held up Zoya's album, for her to see. "I'll show ammi and Najma, if you don't." Zoya rolled her eyes and shot one last glare at Asad, before walking off towards the kitchen.

"What are you doing?", Najma chirpily asked, as she bounded into the kitchen. "When did you start drinking black coffee? I thought you liked milk coffee.", said Najma, obviously not helping Zoya's temper. "This is not for me, it's for your brother." Najma burst into fits of laughter, earning a dangerously bright glare, from Zoya. She stopped giggling, abruptly and sealed her lips together, trying to keep her laughter contained. "What'd you find so funny?", asked an annoyed Zoya. Najma let out another spurt of giggles, as she said, "No, I was just thinking, I or ammi usually make coffee for bhaijaan. But don't worry, I understand." "What exactly do you understand?", questioned Zoya. Najma smilingly replied, "Oh, never mind. You know, I just...umm...I guess you get it." Zoya scowled at her, she thrust the cup into her hands and shooed her, "Go, give this to your bhaijaan." Najma quickly handed the cup back to her and held her arms up in the air, in defense. She hastily refused, "Woah! I'm not in this! You both sort out your little tiff yourselves, I'm not playing peace maker for the two of you." "Fine! Suit yourself!", Zoya huffed and marched away. Najma smiled and shook her head, amusedly, she mumbled to herself, "These two or never gonna change, so I better get used to it."

"Here. I've arranged your stupid files. What am I supposed to do now?", asked an extremely agitated Zoya. Asad smirked, "What about the files under the foreign sites? Have you arranged those?" "But you never told me to!", she whined. "But I have now.", he conceded. "Urghh! You are SO mean!!!", she bawled. "I know that, but it's not my fault, because you got yourself caught.", he replied. She accused, "Alright, let's set the record straight, you started this idiotic thing at when, like nine in the morning? Now, it ten in the night and you are still rolling my head." Asad cocked an eyebrow and casually replied, "So?" "First, you made me get three coffees in a row, then you made me clean your room. God knows what cleaning there actually was, to do. After that you made me type up your insanely long emails, then you gave me a couple of enormous bundles, of files and loose papers and you made me arrange each and every file alphabetically and I took around four hours to do that and now that I' done, you stuff another bundle into my hands, how the hell is that fair?!", she shrieked, all in one breath. Asad rolled his eyes and sarcastically replied, "When did I say that you were a goldfish?" "What?", asked a bewildered Zoya. "No, I meant, goldfish have a memory span of three months, so-", he was cut off by an irked Zoya, "Ha ha ha, that's so funny, I'm laughing my socks off! I am not gonna do your stupid work, to hell with you!" She was just about to walk away, when Asad called her again, "What about oh so valuable album?" Zoya stopped in her tracks and turned back around, she thought for a few seconds and slowly hissed at him, balling her fists tightly, trying to her best to stop herself from punching Asad's nose right there and then. Asad smiled in triumph and shrugged his shoulders as he casually replied, "Well, I guess you've got quite a lot of work to do then. Enjoy yourself!" He shoved the pile into her hands and folded his arms against his chest, as he watched Zoya's loathing face burn red with sheer rage. Asad flinched as Zoya screamed into his face, "You jackass!"

Precap: Asad's eyes filled with tears as the words from the letter he had just read danced in front of hin. He whispered to himself in aguish, as tears rolled down his cheeks, "This can't be true."

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