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Chapter 23

The entire Khan Villa was in an uproar, all residents were talking, chatting , planning. There were many unknown people in the house as well. A newly recovered Asad ventured out of his room, to find his home like this.

No sight of his beloved, Ammi, Najma, Appi or Jeeju.

For a split second he saw Zoya who brushed him off saying she was busy.

Then he saw Dilshad speaking to someone, pointing to the ceiling and gesturing how long something should be from the ceiling to the floor.

Zoya was animatedly talking to Najma and some other lady with a measuring tape in hand, and scissors on her belt.

He tried getting one of their attention but each refused to take him on, all busy in arrangements.

He saw a man walking in with flowers and garlands in a big bag, and Zeenat Appi rushed to him followed by Anwar, to help him bring it inside.

A waiter, whom he was seeing for the first time, passed and offered him a glass of water from the tray he had been carrying around.

"Why the hell is someone offering me water in my own house?" he thought to himself

"Then again I don't even know what's going on!" he muttered.

"Ammii!!" he shouted, but she didn't hear.

"Zoya!" he called, sure she would hear him and come to him immediately, but was disappointed.

"BASSS" he yelled, causing everyone to stop.

Dilshad stopped, with her hand in midair, Appi and Jeeju each holding one end of a garland, and Zoya and Najma, looked at him with astonishment as the lady held Zoya's hand and Najma measured the length.

"What's all this" he asked a little more quietly, aware than he had gotten everyone a bit shaken up.

Dilshad gestured for everyone to continue and came to him.

"Beta, we are all making arrangements. Your nikaah is in less than a month and all the rituals need to be performed. Iss liye"

"Aur haan, tonight is your engagement" she said before hurrying off.

"KYA! ENGAGEMENT? Tonight?" he was shocked. He knew it had to happen, but this soon? Good thing he had already got a ring.

"Kya hua Jahanpana, having second thoughts?" Zoya asked from behind him.

He turned towards her. "So you knew all this was happening and didn't think it was necessary to tell me?"

"Mr Khan, if last night you hadn't... I mean it's all your fault I forgot to mention it" She said looking down, trying to fight the blush which was engulfing her cheeks.

Asad too, began turning red but ended up smiling and grinning at the crimson Zoya in front of him.

He came closer to her and bent to whisper in her ears.

"Asad! What are you doing? If someone sees?"

"So?"

"Vaise bhi, Meri Miss Dramebaaz, if I knew doing something like that last night would make you blush so much, I would've done it before" he winked at her, regaining some distance between them.

"Chup kar!"

"Kyun? Having second thoughts? You didn't seem to have second thoughts last night?" he added wittily.

~FLASHBACK~

10:15 p.m., Asad's Room

Zoya walked into his room, expecting him to be lying down, reading. He had now recovered, his coughing and sneezing and fever had stopped. She had come to his room to check on him once before going to sleep and to tell him about the many preparations which were going to commence the next day.

"Yeh Asad kaha hai? Asad!!" she called.

"Haan" he replied coming out of the bathroom in only his white pajama pants.

"Zoya"

"Allah miyan what's wrong with you!? Please put on your kurta!" she said, not moving her eyes off his six packs even once. He seemed to have now taken a bath, God alone knows why he would take a bath at 10, but Zoya didn't mind. There were still droplets of water trickling down his abs and Zoya could hear herself inwardly moaning.

"If it's bothering you so much then why don't you close your eyes?"

"Why would I do that?" she said, unaware of what she was saying.

Asad raised his eyebrow and she stuttered.

"Uhh no mera matlab vo nahi tha... I..." She began feeling herself getting hot, and needed to make a run for it before she was dead meat.

"Waise bhi, I was going to put it on , but two of my buttons are broken" He said, looking at her waiting for her to offer.

"Oh ... well Mr Khan, hope you're feeling better okay? Uhh Good night!" she blurted out without pausing and turned to go back to her room.

Ya allah, he will be the death of me. How can one person be so hot?

"Zoya, didn't you say you can fix anything? Will you sew my buttons back for me?" he asked, innocently.

Zoya eyes opened widely. She turned. "Kya!!!"

"What's the problem? You can't do this much for me?" He asked with a puppy dog face to hide his devilish intentions.

"Uhh.. vo... acha theek hai" she answered, knowing she wanted to.

She got the needle and thread while he put on the kurta. She entered his room and saw him wearing it.

"Mr Khan, I thought you were going to let me sew the buttons."

"Haan ..."

"Ugh" she groaned.

She came closer to him, and began sewing it back.

Somehow, after a few seconds, she found that Asad was even closer to her than when she first started. She was getting nervous, and she felt the heat radiating off her body. She felt desire creeping up on her as he distracted her by resting his hands on her hips.

She looked up at him and saw him closing his eyes, and smiled. He looked so serene yet she could tell he too was bothered by their proximity. Without paying attention to what she was doing, she looked at him and then suddenly, he inhaled sharply and gasped.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry Asad! Pata nahin mere dyaan kaha the" she babbled quickly before leaning even closer to his chest, to blow on the spot where she had pricked him.

This awakened every ounce of desire and lust Asad had and that he was trying to control. He gripped her waist tighter, pulling her hard against him. This motion made Zoya, who was blowing her hot breath on his chest, come even closer to him, and her lips touched his chest for a nanosecond.

Asad's breath hitched. The heaving fall and rise of his chest stopped as he inhaled deeply, feeling the sensations created by her plump lips on his chest. It wasn't even a second but it still felt like heaven to him.

Zoya was now pressed up against him, every part of their bodies touching, making them seem like one.

She studied his reactions and thought it was mean and a punishment to let it end there.

Asad was getting impatient and didn't know how long he could hold up for.

"Zoya are you done?"

"Mmm almost" she replied hesitantly.

After stitching the two buttons on, she leaned in again to bite the thread.

Asad felt himself getting turned on even more as she leaned in, and her breath teased his senses. She bit the thread and took the liberty of kissing him on his chest, this time for 2 seconds. When she did this, she felt something against her stomach.

Oh god. Everything she felt multiplied.

Asad started to withdraw, knowing she was done, and not wanting to lose his control. But Zoya had another idea, and when he started pulling away, she felt disappointed.

Asad noticed the fall in her face.

"You're okay?"

"Mhm" she replied not making eye contact, and he thought she was getting a bit uncomfortable with him.

"Thanks, Zoya. Good night"

"That's it?"

"Huh?" he asked confused.

"I mean the buttons, that all you wanted me to fix?"She stuttered, trying to cover up what she really meant.

"Haan. Thanks"

Asad now understood what she was thinking and what she wanted. He was relieved that not only him, but she also wanted to take their relationship up a notch.

"Well, goodnight" she said, smiling and turned, rolling her eyes. She rested the needle and thread on his table and headed out.

He is IMPOSSIBLE. Getting me all hot and bothered and then smashing everything in a second. Emotionally Challenged nahi, Sexually challenged hai yeh! Hmph

Just as she reached the door, she felt him behind her, and he leaned to close the door shut, his hands on either side of her, resting on the door, such that she was trapped between the door and him.

She smirked, in understanding but turned around to face him innocently.

"Kya hua Asad?"

"Actually, that's not it. I need you to fix something else. Actually I have a fever"

"Kya! I thought you were better? Ya Allah! I'll go get a wet cloth to get your temp down." she said, annoyed, but truly concerned. She tried to duck under his arms but he held her back and pressed her up against the wall next to the door.

"Not that kind of fever." he whispered in her ear before kissing it.

Zoya closed her eyes at the tingling sensation coursing through her body as he kissed her ear.

"Oh really?" she said with a shaky voice, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mhm."

"Then what kind of fever?"

"The fever you caused when you did that" he said and she opened her eyes and saw him pointing towards his chest.

She looked into his eyes and saw him staring back at her, those dark dilated pools of desire urging her.

The breaths were tangled, hot air between their lips, the distance being just a few centimeters.

She moved her hand from his neck and trailed down to his chest. He had left the buttons open, much to her delight, and she rest her hand on his bare chest.

She saw him tilt his head to rest on hers and she dipped her head to kiss him on his chest.

"Zoyaa" he murmured against her hair as she kissed him. Not once, but more than once.

She pressed her lips against his chest and then trailed up to his throat, all the while Asad's grip getting tighter and their body melting into one.

Finally she reached his lips but stopped.

Asad was frustrated with this sweet torture. She breathed on his lips and he felt his knees go weak as her hot breath fanned his face. She leaned in to brush her lips against his and then pulled back, smirking at his form.

That was enough. He moved his hand from her hips, and grabbed her hair in one, held her neck with the other and smacked his lips onto her. She responded almost immediately, parting her lips, making way for his eager tongue to caress hers. With one hand, she wound her fingers in his hair, pulling him in even closer, and the other she used to hold his neck, and trail down into the kurta to touch the skin of his shoulders.

He kissed her hard, their tongues fighting a never ending battle. Every touch and caress of their tongues exploded like fireworks in them and Zoya couldn't help but let a small moan escape as the dull pain in her stomach became more intense.

They pulled away, gasping for air, and Asad used this opportunity to trail open mouthed kisses down to her neck .

"Asssaddd" she said as she shuddered at the electric feel of his kisses working magic on her skin. He came back up placing kisses along her jaw, her cheeks and then moved back to her lips, where she was dying to meet his.

Their hormones raging, neither knew when or how it happened but they ended up on Asad's sofa, Asad sitting with Zoya on top of him.

She held his face in her hands as she kissed him long and lovingly, their passions and heat starting to calm down as they took time to pour out all the love they had for each other in a languid kiss.

Their tongues tangoed ,and he hugged her around the waist and buried his head in her chest as their lips broke apart for air and she showered him with kisses on the side of his neck. He smiled to himself enjoying her rain of love on him. He pulled her back and started kissing her hair. She rested her palms on his kurta, just on the perfect spot to feel his erratic heartbeat.

He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her forehead and then her nose. She leaned in to kiss his chin and titled it down so she could peck his lips.

Just then his watch beeped, just as it did at the start of every hour.

Both pulled away.

"Oh my God! It's 11! A whole hour passed" she exclaimed.

"Don't know where all that time went, now do we?" he asked slyly.

She giggled and he kissed her cheeks.

"I should go now"

"Do you have to?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"BESHARAM!"

She got off of him and he followed, laughing.

"Hey Zoya... you didn't mind this right?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what just happened, you didn't think it shouldn't have happened right?"

"Oh come on, actually I thought you wouldn't like it, that's why I was trying to run away from here in the first place, Mr Tehzeeb aur Tameez"

He laughed, "You're an exception to that title" he winked.

"But yeah, maybe you should run away now, before we get too carried away" he continued.

"Hmm Asad?"

"Yeah?"

"Every night for this past week, I was tucking you into bed, don't you think it would be nice to return the favour?" she asked with a cute puppy dog face.

He came towards her and lifted her up in his arms.

"ALLAH MIYAN!" she yelled at him , but lowered her volume as he brought his finger to his mouth telling her to be quiet as Dilshad and Najma would wake up.

"What's wrong with you!" she whispered.

"I'm tucking my fiance into bed. Problem?"

"You don't need to lift me to do that!... Although I like this Princess style lift!"

"Because you're my Princess"

"Awww" she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

They entered her room and he lay her down in the middle of her bed, and pulled the covers over her.

He sat beside her and caressed her hair.

"Asad, this feels so... surreal" she smiled up to him dreamily.

"OUCH" she whimpered as he pinched her.

"This is real" he whispered and he pecked her forehead.

"Nikaah ki baad you'll always tuck me in like this?"

"Nope"

"What? Why not?"

"Not like this. I'll be lying next to you, silly" he said with a goofy smile.

She blushed. "Goodnight Asad"

He leaned to kiss her nose after which she tilted up, expecting to receive a kiss on her lips but he didn't make a move to kiss her. Instead he started laughing.

She pouted and turned with her back facing him, pretending to be asleep.

"Zoya, come on" he nagged, pulling her by her shoulder.

"no!"

He smiled and leaned over her. Kissing her on her lips, he said "Goodnight Princess" She smiled against his lips.

"Goodnight" she replied as he got up and walked out, turning off the light and closing the door.

~FLASHBACK ENDS

"Second thoughts about last night?Hmmm let me see" she said to tease him.

"Hmm second thoughts about you.. hmmm let me see" he replied and she hit him.

"Ouch"

"Zoya beta, why are you hitting my son" Dilshad came to them, smiling. "What did he do now?"

"Ammi, why do you always think I do her something! It's all her fault"

"Nahi, Phupi it's all him! He said he's having second thoughts about me!Hmph!" she said before walking off.

"Ya allah, tum bhi na Asad!" she said before rolling her eyes and walking off.

Asad pinched his nose and then shook his head. He went to his Ammi who was calling him to see what he would wear for the engagement. In the end, he ended up choosing a red kurta and black pants. Zoya, on the other hand, selected a red lehenga. Not so worked up but simple and beautiful. Najma and Dilshad both made sure they chose matching outfits, without them even knowing.

"Asad beta, come with me, I need to show you something" She said, with a serious face and pulled him towards her room.

She went to her cupboard and returned with a small box.

"Ammi yeh kya hai?"

"Open it and see"

He did, and found a silver diamond ring, almost perfect for Zoya.

"I had gotten this ring for my bahu. It was passed on in my family for generations. I got it cleaned and polished and look its looking brand new. No one in my family really wore it though, and they gave it to me. And you know what, ever since Zoya came along, I hoped to see her wearing this one day. Thanks, beta, for letting my wish come true"

"You're welcome Ammi. This was bound to happen anyways, because Zoya was supposed to become a part of this family. She was destined to be my wife"

"Oye hoye" Dilshad laughed with tears in her eyes.

"I'm so proud of you Asad. Finally you realize. Finally you're not afraid to share your feelings"

He blushed a bit, and looked down. "This is all because of Zoya. Don't know what would have happened if she never came into my life"

"Don't tell her I said that" he said, laughing.

"Bad mash!" she said, hitting him on his shoulder.

"But Ammi, why didn't you tell me this before! I wanted to..."

"Ohhh I understand"

"Exactly, I wanted to make it special"
"But so what, you both already love each other and want to get married"

"But Ammi I never actually proposed to her"

"Sorry beta, but now what would we do."

"You know, I .. I actually bought a ring for her"

"KYA!"

"Haan, recently"

"You sure?"

"Okay not so recently, but yes I bought a ring. I saw it in a boutique one day and thought that maybe I should buy it. Just like that. I think that was after you gave me a long lecture about marriage and about finding someone, and when I saw it I thought about buying it, in case I ever need it, before you kill me"

"Hmm so do you want to use that ring later instead?"

"Nahi Ammi, actually we'll use the ring you have. And in any case that holds more value, and it seems more fitting to use that ring that you have. I'll use my ring for something else"

"Sounds like you're planning something?"

"Maybe. Don't let this reach her okay Ammi?"

"Okay mere Romeo"

"Ammiii" he groaned and they both shared a laugh.

He exited the room and went outside to help with organizing things for the engagement.

Dilshad looked up and thanked Allah for showering their lives with blessings and thanked him for bringing Zoya into Asad's life.

"May Allah keep you two always together and happy" she smiled and wiped her lone tear, as she went to continue preparing.

🤗lots of love from vaishy

monicaaa oh my darling 🤗 🤣🤣😆