Drabble/OS Prompts - #22 up FEB 26 (Index for all prompts on page 1) - Page 22

Originally posted by: yashasvi_88

loved it and thanks for considering the idea. I always love asad consoling a crying zoya even though it is sad to read or watch

Originally posted by: mehr05

a very emotional and sad OS! u wrote it beautifully and described Zoya's pain and anguish so well

thanks for the PM and keep up the great job u r doing 😊

Originally posted by: nnn

Indeed different !

Emotional and beautiful👍🏼

The SM people are irritating as ever😡

thanks for the pm

😃😃😃

Originally posted by: asyafreva

WOW...! this one was truly powerful nd emotional... it made me cryy...! Very beautifully written...! D last line was quite powerful what zoya said..! Feeling bad fr zoya..!

Originally posted by: snehasya

hey it was awesome his actions her reactions and the way he eneterred the house only to find her and bothered nothing

it was awesome can you write sequel or the after effects such as he just took her and gave the answers back to them and took her to khan mention he wanted to state there the one she loves never leave her alone and he is going to prove her wrong he wont leave her alone in that mess

thanks for pm

Hi guys! Here is the next one! :)

This OS covers two requests. The two requests complimented each other well, so I put them together in one story!

1.Prompt request by Apurva (akh20): "Dilshad left, Asad feels low, Zoya and him consummate."

2.Prompt request by Ankita M. : "Zoya understanding Asad's insecurities from his childhood regarding his father."

Warning: There is little mature content in this story. Nothing explicit but readers are advised to read on their own risk

Note: This prompt includes pre-marital sex. Please do not read if that is offensive to you. Thank you.

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"Mr. Khan?" she called out after repeatedly knocking on his door. Getting no response, she opened the door and entered. She saw him standing by the window, staring outside, looking at nothing in particular. A blank stare.

She put the plate of food she had fixed him on the table and moved towards him. He hadn't eaten anything since he came home from Delhi and had exploded over Dilshad leaving the house.

Zoya opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it.

"Please go, Ms. Farooqui, before I say something or do something to hurt you. You know I have no control over my anger and the last thing I want to do is hurt you in anyway." He said without even looking at her.

Zoya smiled a sad smile and put her hand on his arm, "Mr. Khan, you saying that is proof that you won't hurt me. And I am not going anywhere. I know that you are hurt, but please don't shut me out as well. We have agreed to spend the rest of our lives together and that includes sharing the joys and the sorrows. Let me in, Mr. Khan, please." She pleaded.

Asad stood stoically, his fists clenching and unclenching. Zoya probed him and tugged at his arm.

"Mr. Khan."

"Mr. Khan?"

"Asad, please?"

And then the dam broke. Before Zoya could know, he turned around and dove into her arms, seeking any comfort that he could get.

"Why Zoya? Why this happen to me? Am I that bad of a person that no one wants to stay with me?" his voice muffled against her body.

Zoya shook her head as tears streamed down her face as well. Zoya looked at him and did not see Asad Ahmed Khan, the successful business man and a very influential man, but what see saw was a ten year old boy wondering what happened to his happy family. She could see the boy who lost his brother and father and most importantly his childhood in one single moment.

Zoya could see the scars his childhood had left on him. She had made him privy to her scarred skin all those months ago but today, he let her in and let her see the scars that no one could see. He was broken beneath all the hard facade. It had left self-doubts which he hid beneath his unflinching and rigid exterior.

Rashid had hurt him and it was cruel to ask him to let go of that. A father had hurt his son, and Zoya could not comprehend the depth of his apprehensiveness that he harbored - for relations, for love and for commitment.

She felt the need to reassure him, to let him know that she was not going anywhere and that she understood him; understood his insecurities and fears, because she had them too.

Zoya took his face in her hands and said, "I know these are the questions that I cannot answer. I wish I did and I wish I could take the pain away, Mr. Khan. But I can tell you that whatever might happen, I will not leave you. I will be here, with you, by you, for you. I promise."

Asad looked at her with an expression so full of love and hope that it broke her heart, "Forever?" his tentative voice asked her.

"Forever." she echoed.

Asad held her tightly to him and took her in a hard embrace. His sudden movement caused her to tumble and they fell on the bed, Zoya trapped beneath him. They laid there on the bed, touching in all the right places and looking into each other's eyes and seeing each other, really seeing - deeply, soulfully.

And then they kissed again, pouring all their love for each other into that one kiss.

He needed her.

He pushed Zoya onto his lap, still kissing her. He wanted to climb so near her so that they would be one and no one would be able to take her away from him, but Asad knew it was impossible, so he just hugged her as tight as he could without hurting her. It was obvious she needed him, as well, because she reciprocated as earnestly.

They had no idea how much time had passed with them kissing, but they both wanted more. Zoya moved her hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head and he copied her movements. He then unclasped her bra and threw it somewhere behind them. Wasting no time, he took a nipple into his mouth and started sucking. Zoya arched her back because of the sensation. She wrapped her arms around his back and put her lips to the juncture between his neck and shoulder and placed a couple of kisses before gently biting him. He hissed and pushed her back into the mattress, climbing on top of her. He sensually moved his hands to the button of her jeans to unbutton them and then slowly pulled them off of her legs, while placing pecks on every inch of skin he revealed. Zoya was left in just a pair of lacy deep blue panties. He just stood there for a couple of seconds, taking her in. Zoya grasped the chance and got on her knees, her hands going straight for his pants. He helped her get them off him and then he pushed her back down.

"I love you so much. I don't want to hurt you, ever, not anyway." he said seriously.

"I know. I love you, too."

Looking her in the eyes, he started trailing his lips down her throat and chest to her navel, where he placed a gentle kiss. Zoya shivered.

He hooked his fingers to the edges of her panties and pulled them off, leaving her bare and she did the same to his boxers.

Then it was flesh to flesh.

"Zoya," Asad whispered in a desperate and pained whisper, "Please stop me now, if you are not sure. I am hanging on to the last thread and I don't want you to regret it. We are not emotionally so sta--"

"Asad..." Zoya cut him off and whispered in his ear, "I want you to make love to me now."

He kissed her hard at that and carefully positioned himself, obliging with her wishes. He slowly pushed in and they both gasped at the completion they felt like that. They really were one. Zoya winced at the first intrusion but her lover was nothing if not gentle.

They moved in a tandem, letting their love float around them and gave each other the comfort, security and reassurance that they both needed.

Zoya wrapped her legs and arms tighter around him and kissed his hair as they came down from their high.

They both stayed like that, for what seemed like hours, but were probably just a few minutes.

"Thank you, love." Asad whispered.

"For what?"

"For letting me love you like this... For just being you. You complete me, Zoya. "

Zoya just held him even tighter and echoed her previous promise

"Forever."

-end-

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Cheers,

Simi

A very very big thankyou my friend!!!

Originally posted by: akh20

A very very big thankyou my friend!!!

this was unexpected but amazing ..

Originally posted by: saida.m

Glad you liked it!😃😃😃

I am realizing that I like writing emotional stuff! This prompt idea is indeed good for me!😆😆