#WEsupportKSG AsYa FF First Touch Thread #3 {Completed} - Page 19

Originally posted by: het27

Nice teaser now please update soon

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Originally posted by: chandanagimsy

👏 OMG im shocked...plzz update soon...nice teaser...i guess arham is zoya's aapi's son..i donno jst a wild guess

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Originally posted by: hiral1979

Lovely teaser

AsYa n Arham so cute Aboo ooo ooo

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Originally posted by: nihirash

waitng .. Update soon!

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Part 38)

Zoya and Asad had received from New York a very bad news on the latter's birthday. Zoya had to immediately leave for New York. Asad had taken her to the airport after Imaad uncle had arranged for her travel. At the airport Asad and Zoya get very emotional as this was the first time ever that they were going to be apart. Zoya could not help but leave and Asad could not travel with her at the moment. They say their good byes and make promises to speak often on the phone. Asad promised to join her as soon as possible for him. Zoya boarded the flight and left for Newyork. Asad stood there looking at the flight take off and take his love away from him. He reached home and told that Zoya had left. Every one was distraught. Imaad who had Asad's passport in hand scolded him.

Imaad: Asad ye kya hai? Tumhaare paas USA ka Visa hai. Beta tumhaare visa expire hone mein abhi time hai. Tum Zoya ke saath ja sakte the. Kyun nahi gaye?

Asad: Uncle wo actually shit!! Main bhool gaya ki maine USA ke liye visa liye the business trips ke liye. Kabhi ammi aur Tamatar ko akele chod kar jaane ki hummat nahi hui aur Zoya ke aane ke baad unke bina...Itna waqt ho gaya ki mujhe yaad hi nahi raha ki maine visa nikalwaye the. Zoya ki halat aur iss khabar se main itna ulajh gaya ki yaad hi nahi raha. Ammi main Zoya ke paas New York...

Dilshad: Of course Asad tumhe iss waqt Zoya ke paas hona chhaiye.

Asad: Par ammi aap aur tamatar yahaan akele...

Asad was very protective about his ammi and his sister. He could not leave them alone so he rarely took foreign projects where he had to personally be. Ayaan jumped in to offer staying at Khan Mansion to take care of the women but Asad understood his hidden agenda as he would have done the same if he could be with Zoya. Asad very tactfully avoided Ayaan's offer to stay. Rashid before he could offer them to stay with them Asad asked Imaad to take care of Dilshaad, Najma and Humaira. He asked Imaad to shift at the Khan Mansion as his house would not have yet set up. It pinched Rashid that his son depended on an outsider rather than his own father. Asad did all his packing. Dilshaad said that she would inform Zoya but Asad refused as if she knew she would come to pick him up at the airport which Asad did not want. Asad had open tickets along with the visa. Ayaan and Kabeer drove Asad to the airport. Asad asked them to look after Humaira and Najma and also warned them if they looked' at them.

Zoya had reached New York and at the airport was received by her her older cousin and Zeenat's younger brother Iklakh. She wanted to be taken to the hospital. He did as she willed as this was not the time to protect her by keeping her away from her aapi and jeeju. Zoya was in for a surprise on reaching the hospital. When she went to the hospital there was one sight which tore her from the inside. She saw her aapi and jeeju wrapped in bandages. Tubes were going in and out of their body. She was informed that they had been in a fatal accident. They were on life support. Zoya had been given the facts and that she had to make the decidion of taking them off the life support. There was nothing more to be done. Zoya collapsed on the floor. She was inconsolable by Iklakh. She needed her Asad by her side. She prayed for him to be with her. He was already on his way. It took Asad 18 hours 45 minutes to be but he was in New York. It was an hour long drive from the airport to the hospital. Asad reached the hospital and asked for Zoya.

Asad: Excuse me I am looking for a visitor Zoya Asad Khan for the patients Anwar Sheikh and Zeenat Anwar Sheikh.

Receptionist: Sir she is in the nursery with the baby.

Asad could not believe what the receptionist. Zoya was with the baby? He thought she had misunderstood so he repeated his inquiry about Zoya. He got the same answer that Zoya Asad Khan was in the nursery with the baby. Asad moved towards the nursery. His mind was filled with questions and the confusion was evident on his face. When he reached the nursery a breath taking sight took away all his confusion. There she was on the nursing chair with a cute little baby wrapped in a blue blanket. She was feeding him with a bottle. She had never looked this beautiful. He thought he would fina a wreck in the form of Zoya but the baby was keeping her calm. It was a new Zoya he had laid his eyes upon. Everthing began to haze out. The only thing Asad saw was Zoya and a baby in her arms. She felt his presence and lifted her eyes to search for him. There he was, Asad the man she loved, the man who was her husband. Asad saw a hesitation in her. She gave the baby to the nurse and came out to meet him. They hugged each other. As soon as she was in his arms it was lika a dam had broken and flood of tears came. Asad let Zoya cry for as long as she wanted. His questions could wait. After a while Zoya broke the hug. She knew Asad would have many questions. He would also have to make a choice.

Zoya: Asad aap yahaan?

Asad: Haan Zoya maine business trip ke liye visa nikalwaye the par aapko yahaan bhejne ki jaldi aur arrangements mein yaad hi nahi raha. Ghar gaya tab Imaad uncle ne yaad dilaya tab yaad aaya. Main aapke paas aapke saath rehna chahta tha in mushkil haalaaton mein issi liye aa gaya.

Zoya: Aap ammi, Najma aur Humaira ko akela chodkar aaye? Mere liye? Mere pas mere saath rehne ke liye?

Asad: Zoya ismein chaukne wali kya baat hai? Main aapka life partner hoon sirf khushi mein hi nahi ghum mein bhi aapke saath rehne ki kasam khayi hai. Accha mujhe bataiye aapi aur jeeju kaise hain? Chaliye unse milne chalte hain.

Zoya: Asad wo baby...

Asad: Zoya hum sab baatein baad mein karenge pehle mujhe aapi aur jeeju ko dekhna hai. Unke doctor se bhi milna hai.

Asad and Zoya move towards the ICU wards. While going away from the nursery, Asad turned to look at the little baby boy in his cradle. A smile appeared on his face. He already felt connected to the little angel. Now he just needed to know from where and how he came into their lives. They reached the ICU and Asad met Iklakh for the very first time. Zoya introduced them. Iklakh filled in Asad with how the accident had happened. A drunken truck dirver smashed the truck into the car. Zeenat and Anwar were both on life support. Asad and Iklakh go to see the doctor and Zoya waited for them. She was in no condition to listen to the things the doctor had already told her. The doctor informed that Zeenat and Anwar had very little brain function. There was no guarantee even after the successful surgery. Even if they did live off the life support they would not be able to think or process any information. Slowly their brain function would go down to 0 and they would be brain dead. They were already in a vegetative state. This was not a way for any person to live. It was bad news all around. The only good thing was the baby. Iklakh had to go meet with the family lawyer so he left. Asad came to Zoya who was sitting in the visitors lounge. He sat by her side and did not say anything. He wrapped his arms around her and made her feel safe and loved. He was there for her.

Zoya: Asad aapi aur jeeju ke saath aisa kyun hua? Asad main jab yahaan aayi tab mujhe Iklakh bhai ne bataya ki aapi ne ek bte ko janam diya hai. Mujhe samajh mein nahi aaya ki main khush hoon ki udaas hoon. Aapko pata hai Asad aapi aur jeeju ke nikaah ko 15 saal ho gaye. Inn 15 years ssalon mein aapi 3 baar pregnant hui aur teeno baar unhone apna baby kho diya. Har baar hum sab ummeed karte aur humaari ummeed toot jaati. Khushiyon ki jagah udaasi chha jati. Aapi ye dard bardaasht nahi kar paati thi. Unhone toh kai baar jeeju ko baby ke liye doosra nikaah karne ke liye bhi kaha but jeeju he never agreed to it. Wo aapi se itna pyaar karte the. Asad par aapi ne kyun nahi bataya humein ki wo pregnant hain?

Asad: Zoya aap hi ne kaha na ki aapi har baar baby khone ki wajah se sabko naummeedi aur ghum mein ghira dekhkar udaas ho jaati thi. Yahi wajah hogi ki baby ke aane tak ka intezaar kar rahi ho. Zoya aapi ne aapko ek ma ki tarah paala hai koi bhi ma apne ek bacche ko apne doosre bacche ki wajaah se udaas nahi dekh sakti. Zoya aapko unse naraaz nahi hona chhaiye ki unhone aapo kyun nahi bataya. Aapko unke liye khush hona chahiye ki jis khushi ke liye wo itne saalon tak tadpi wo unhe aakhir mil hi gayi.

Zoya: But Asad...

Asad: Nahi Zoya nahi. Unhe ye ehsaas hoga ki unka baby theek hai. Ek ma ka dil jaanta hai. Trust me wo physically bhale apne baby ko na dekh paati hon but unka dil use aur uski dhadkan ko mehsoos karta hai.

Zoya: Asad wo lawyer aaye the. Iklakh bhai ne bulaya tah unhe because hospital wale bina kisi authority ke humein baby ko nahi rakhne dete. Baby for social services wale apni custody mein le lete aur wo foster system mein enroll ho jaata. Lawyer ne bataya ki aapi aur jeeju ne baby ke legal guardian humein banaya tha incase unhe kuch ho jaaye toh. Aapi aur jeeju abhi iss halat mein nahi hai baby ko sambhalne ke liye issi liye baby ko humaari custody mein diya hai. Asad agar aap...

Asad: Zoya aap ye soch bhi kaise sakti hain ki mujhe koi problem hogi? Zoya main har kadam par har faisle main har raah mein aapke saath hoon. We are in it together Zoya. Aaajse hum iss baby ke ammi abbu hain. Hum kyunki Zoya wo... actually...

Zoya: Kya Asad?

Asad: Zoya doctor ne mujhse jo kaha aapi aur jeeju ke baare mein...koi karishma hi unke kaam aa sakta hai warna...unhone suggest kiya hai ki...

Zoya: Asad nahi nahi main nahi kar paaoongi. Main dobara yateem nahi ho sakti. Wo mere aapi jeeju hi nahi mere ammi abbu bhi hain. Nahi Asad please keh dijiye ki aisa nahi hai.

Zoya was like a small child. She was crying as she did not want to lose her parents like sister and brother in law. Asad hugged her tightly. He too was crying with her. He had to be strong for Zoya and the baby. He composed himself and tried to calm her down.

Asad: Zoya aapko, Iklakh ko aur mujhe ye faisla lena hi hoga. Zoya aap aapi aur jeeju ko khone se darr rahi hain zara sochiye ki wo iss tarah ke zindagi jeene se darr rahe honge. Zoya jitna bhi function hai unke brain ka unhe bahut suffocation ho rahi hogi aise. Zoya aap aisa karke unhe khud se door nahi kar rahi. Aap unhe iss suffocation se azaad kar rahi hain. Aapi aur jeeju ne aapko zindagi jeene ki azaadi di hai toh kya aap unhe ye aisi dard bhari zindagi se azaadi nahi dengi?

Zoya understood what Asad was telling her. She would never want her aapi and jeeju to live like this. Iklakh returned from the lawyers and he too said that Zeenat and Anwar had a will in which they had clearly stated that if anything like this ever happened then they were not to be kept alive on life support against Allah's wishes. If and when their time would come it would be because of Allah's marzi and they would not want to go against it. Iklakh and Zoya were family but all the rights in the will were given to Zoya. She had to sign on the forms. Asad held her trembling hand and helped her give her aapi and jeju freedom from a painful bed ridden life. Anwar and Zeenat had a huge social circle. As soon as the news about the accident and the result of it had spreas helping hands were reaching out to the grieving family. The arrangements for the last rights were performed in New York itself because Zoya's aunt and uncle were too buried there. Zeenat and Anwar had bought burial plots next to each other and they were laid ther in peace till eternity. Zoya had been home with the females and the baby. She had not let him out of sight. The men returned after the burial and a prayer. The females had prayed at home. The mourners left after meeting with Asad Zoya and Ikhlakh. Iklakh lived in Boston. He had come when informed about the accident. He would stay in New York and help Asad and Zoya with Zeenat and Anwar's wishes.

The lawyer had remained back to read the will of the deceased. Anwar and Zeenat had renewed the will. They had left all the estate in the name of the child if it survived and if not the estate went to Zoya and Iklakh equally. They had named Asad and Zoya as legal guardians of the baby if anything happened to them. Iklakh was single and he had no means to take care of the child. He was on constant business trips. Asad and Zoya would be the caretakers of the estate till the baby turned 18 years of age. They had full freedom to do with the money as they wished. Asad thought of something.

Asad: Vakeelsahib agar hum baby ke naam par jo bhi hai use charity mein dena chahe toh kya hum aisa kar sakte hain?

Lawyer: Yes you can but ye jaaydaad baby ke parents ne baby ke liye rakhi hai toh charity mein kyun?

Asad: Vakeelsahib ab hum iss baby ke ammi abbu hain. We are more than capapble and willing to take care of the baby. Main apne ghar parivaar ka acche se khayal rakh sakta hoon. Main ye nahi kh raha ki baby ka haq use na mile main bas unn bacchon ke baare mein soch raha hoon jinke paas ye facilities nahi hongi.

Zoya: Asad aap saari jaaydaad yateem khaane mein...

Asad: Nahi Zoya yateem khaane mein kyun? Iss liye ki aapi jeeju nahi rahe? Wo nahi rahe but baby ke ammi abbu yaani ki hum hain abhi. Humaara baby yateem nahi hai. Aapko mujhpar yakeen hai na ki main baby ki upbringing mein koi kasar nahi aane doonga. Ok agar sab kuch na diya aaye and hum invest kar de aur investment ke benfits directly agar hum children's hospitals mein underprivileged children ke ilaaj aur school mein education ke liye transfer karwa de toh? Phir jab baby 18 years ka ho jaaye toh failsa uska hoga ki use kya karna hai. Kya aisa ho sakta hai?

Lawyer: Haan bilkul ek trust set up kiya jaa sakta hai.

Asad: Iklakh aapko koi problem toh nahi hai na?

Iklakh: Asad aapi aur jeeju ne ye faisla soch samajhkar kiya hai. They trusted you and so do I.

The lawyer would draw up necessary documents. The baby was also to be legally adopted by Asad and Zoya. Since it was mentioned in the will of the parents it would be easily done. Asad and Zoya were to leave from New York in a week's time. The cash, bonds and other financial plannings were transferred in Asad and Zoya's name. The property owned by them was to be sold. Everything was liquified and set up in a trust fund in the name of Anwar and Zeenat. They needed a name for the trust, Maulwi sahib had come for prayers to be performed. He was asked to include all the children and families in the prayers who would be helped by Anwar and Zeenat even after their passing away. He said that it was a merciful deed that was done by the family. Asad who had been secretly looking for names for their own baby came up with Arham' which meant merciful was an apt name for the trust. Zoya and Iklakh liked it and so it was the name of the trust and also the baby was named Arham. Iklakh had to return to Boston. Asad and Zoya would be leaving after 3 days.

Asad, Zoya and their son Arham were now all alone in the big house. They did not have a free second from the last 4 days. It was late in the evening Asad was putting Arham to bed. Zoya was standing near the door. She was looking at the man she had thought to be stone hearted in their first meeting. Slowly she had seen the stone heart which was actually made of pure gold. She had fallen in love with Asad the man, the husband, the son, the brother that he was. She was now seeing him as a father. She saw that Asad was naturally prepared to take on as a father to Arham. She had tears in her eyes. She went in and kissed Asad and the baby. They placed the baby in the crib. Baby monitor was switched on and the night lights too. Asad and Zoya had been sleeping rarely since they had come to New York. Just a few naps on the living room couch. Asad and Zoya were now the man and woman of the house. They could have taken the master bedroom but they could not sleep in that bed in that room.

Zoya took Asad to see her room. It was her room but no longer her home. Asad in order to make her feel better asked her about her childhood. Zoya excitedly told him about everything. She also told him about her and Anwar's first meeting. She had not liked him as he would take her aapi away from her. She had sat on the staircase and could see Anwar directly and he could see her. She had made faces at him and also threatened him with her karate knowledge in hopes of scaring him away. Anwar had asked to speak with Zoya on Zeenat's insistence.

Anwar: Hello beta!!

Zoya: Aapko kya lagta hai main koi chhoti bacchi hoon? I know karate. I hate you. Aap meri aapi ko mujhse door lejaayenge. Mujhe aapse koi baat nahi karni. I hate you.

Zoya had run out of the house. She was cycling and went to her favorite spot in the park which was 10 minutes from her home. Anwar had followed her just to keep her safe as it was getting dark. When Zoya saw Anwar she was getting to leave but he stopped her. They sat on the bench facing the boat house.

Anwar: Zoya main aapki aapi se nikaah karoonga toh aapko kyun lagta hai ki main unhe aapse door kar doonga?

Zoya: Main Zoya Farookhi hoon. I know everyhitng. Aisa hi hota hai.

Anwar: Oh toh aap Zoya Farookhi hain and you know everything. Toh aapko pata hai na ki aapki aapi aapse kitni mohabbat karti hain. Would she be able to stay away from you if I wanted her to?

Zoya: No aapi mujhse kabhi door nahi reh sakti. Main unki doll hoon. Aapi ko agar aapne stop kiya toh aapi ko karate nahi aata but aapi ko na belan, kadchi, jhadu sab acche se chalana aata hai.

Anwar: Oh I see. So kaafi haat pari chalaaoo behenein hain aap dono?

Zoya: Yes.

Anwar: Ok Zoya main aapki khala aur khalu se dowry mein aapko maang loonga. Phir aap humesha ke liye apni aapi aur jeeju ke sath reh sakti hain. Kya ab main unse nikaah kar sakta hoon? I really love her.

Zoya: No no dowry nahi aapko jail ho gayi toh? Meri aapi aapse love karti hain. Wo sad ho jaayengi.

Anwar: Oh toh aapki aapi mujhse love karti hain. Ye aapki aapi ne bataya? Zoya please tell me aise apna moonh cover mat karo. Tell me.

Zoya: Yes. Maine aapi ki novel mein aapki photo dekhi thi. Mujhe aapke saath nahi jaana. Aap meri khaala ki ek ke saath doosri beti ko bhi le jaana chahte hain. No ways. Umm ek kaam karte hain. Jab tak hum dono best friend nahi ban jaate aap meri aapi se nikaah nahi karenge. Deal.

Anwar: Deal.

Zoya smiled on remembering the deal as it had realized in a week. Anwar had become Zoya's best friend. She had then been on his side and told her aapi to take care of her best friend. She had cried on the wedding day for her best friend as if her aapi got angry there was no saving him. She had told him all the secrets about her aapi.

Zoya was happy on remembering old times. She had become the same Zoya who had been lost sicne she had heard about the accident. Asad was lounging there on the bed resting on the headboard with Zoya lying with her back on his chest. Asad hugged Zoya and she held his hands.

Asad: I missed you. I missed us.

Zoya: I missed you too. I missed us too.

Asad placed a kiss on the nape of her neck and nuzzled her. Zoya missed his touch and she was aching to feel his love. Asad freed his hands from her and they roamed over her upper half. He moved his hand o her jeans button and opened it. Slowly he pulled her zipper down. Zoya was eager for him to feel her core but she suddenly stopped Asad.

Zoya: Asad please nahi.

Asad: Kya hua Zoya? Aapka mood nahi hai?

Zoya: Nahi Asad aisa nahin hai.

Asad: Hum is ghar mein hain iss liye?

Zoya: Nahi Asad ye bhi nahi.

Asad saw that she was feeling ashamed. He asked her if it was about Arham. If it is was so he would have not initiated if Arham were awake. It was not so. He knew that her cycle was 10 days away but also that they would be irregular in stressful times. Zoya replied in a negative. Asad made her face him. Her eyes were downcasted. He made her face him and asked her again. Zoya all the while looking downwards made Asad unbutton her shirt. Asad smiled at Zoya. It was time to tell her a little secret.

Asad: Zoya you do it for me. Aapka pyaar aapka touch and not what you wear. Aapne sports inner wear pehena hai iss liye aapne mujhe roka? I could do ou even if you come in front of me wearing a patato sack with granny pants.

Zoya buried her self in Asad's chest. He gently makes her lie down on her back. He too lies down next to her and prods his head on his hand. His free hand traces her face and then roams on her arms. She is shivering on feeling his tender teasing touch. Asad loved the fct that every time he touched her he felt like it was the first time. The thrill and the newness were never lost on her. He places kisses on her forehead and then strategicaly moves downwards. He places kisses all over her face. He was simulteanously placing butterfly kisses too. Zoya was enjoying his gentle touch. Asad always started gentle and then when they were both ready he unleashed the beast inside him. He had decided to be gentle with her tonight because she needed love and not erotica. He did not want to proceed very fast. He wanted her to enjoy his every move. He keeps on checking her face that she is fine. He then proceeds to take off her shirt off of her shoulders. He moves downwards and kisses all her bare parts. His smooth yet firm lips and his close stubbled cheek grazing her soft skin were sending a shiver through her body. He could feel the effect of his touch on her. The more thrill she felt the more she tugged on his hair so that he would repeat his act. She felt ticklish when he blew on her skin near the navel. When she this he did it more and more till she screamed his name. She knew his tickle points so she too tickled him. They were both rolling on her single bed and landed on the floor with Zoya on top of Asad. This was the first time in days that they had laughed.

Asad rolled over on her and held her under him. She was sandwiched between his warm rock-hard body and the hard cold wooden floor. He pulled her in using his other hand to tilt her head so he could align his lips to hers. His lips ambushed her. He began with soft pressure. Their tongues had soon begun to lash at each other. They had never given importance to power but now both were warring for it. Their breaths intermingled and their hearts were beating to the same tempo. Asad wanted to be sure that she wanted to make love. He did not want her to escape from her sorrow using sex as an excuse. He could not and would not take advantage of her. She tugged at his shirt collar, and answered with a wild kiss, that had sealed the deal. This time the kiss deepened and got aggressive. Zoya enjoyed it and her hands were roaming on his back. Asad then lowered his hand to her waist and slipped his hand inside her jeans over her panties. Asad was making soft attempts to please Zoya. His hands were roaming on her back. Almost reverently he caressed her smooth skin. Asad removed his head which was buried in her hair as he was tasting her neck. He sat up with his knees bent on her either side. She looked at him and he brought her up. She got rid of his shirt. She looked at his chiseled body and then his face. She was surprised to see nothing but unfettered appreciation. He could manage to whisper only this one word in her ears. His hands began travelling from her shoulders and neck down to her breasts. His thumbs were over the transparent plastic straps of her brassiere then moving down with the only purpose of drawing cirles around her areolas. He lowered the fabric of her sports bra and went down to take her breast in his mouth. It was not easy and so he got rid of the hinderance.

Asad held her gaze on got them back on the bed. She fell back against the Power Puff Girls designer sheets, quivering at his touch. He began to kiss her at her forehead. He moved downwards. Not a millimeter on her bare parts was left unattended by Asad's lips. Some places received more attention that others. These places were kissed hard and fast. All Zoya felt was heat and Asad's harrd body on her soft one. She was going mindless with passion. Asad got off the bed and pulled her jeans off. He removed his jeans and exhibited his briefs clad figure. Zoya could not wait to have him claim her and she him. She took pleasure in what she saw. She just shyly screwed her eyes shut. Asad spread her out on the bed. Nothing was hidden from him as his eyes roved on her body. She was just groaning out of frustration as he was not coming to her. He was seeing her change from time to time from shy to passionate and wild and back to shy again.

As Asad began to kiss her again he started from the top. He began to kiss down the valley of her breasts, he was teasing her as he never fully went there. She clutched his hair and he chuckled as he was successful in her wanting him more. He kissed his way down her body. He stopped at her navel. He remembered that she was sensitive there. He had blown on her stomach and she had thouroughly enjoyed it. He avoided making a move. She moved her hands to his shoulders to hold him there but he jerked them off. He wanted her to ask for it and only then she would get some action there. She was beginning to once again tremble and quiver under his touch. He held her wrists captive. Hearing her soft pleas he moved lower still. His teeth and tongue pushing the panties away as he moved on to explore her sensitive spot. She writhed against his touch. He was using his hard hold on her wrists to keep her in place. She was slithering wet. He too gave into his temptation and licked. Soft licks turned into hard ones and he enjoyed an occasional nip at her nub. He was driving her to the edge. He was driving her to the point of no return. Her moans were getting louder and louder.

Asad and Zoya showered each other with love. Asad gave her an equal chance to render her soft assault to him. He lied down on his back and she turned towards him. He guided her hands on his torso. She ran her fingers over the hard planes of his shoulders, chest and muscled abdomen. He had pleasure in her touch. He mirrored her every move. He then positioned her on top of him. Her soft lips were assaulting him with all the strength she could muster. He had such a sweet tooth so every fiber of his being had to be sweet. She too had a sweet tooth. She saw that he was enjoying her assault of him. She wanted to take his pleasure to another level. She stuck out her tongue and began to work from his neck and moved downwards. Her tongue worked wonders on him. It was his turn to groan. She slid her hands inside his boxers and got rid of them slowly feeling every centimeter of him down under. He called out her name like never before. She was making his head spin. As the time passed her soft moves were turning wilder. It was like a dam had broken and there was a flood. They continue their foreplay for some more time. Asad could no longer wait. He had to get on top of her as soon as possible. She was lying on top of him and was kissing him. His hands were roaming on her body and her fingers were in his hair. Asad was now again on top ofZoya. He rendered his soft assault on her body. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He sucked on them. She felt the utmost pleasure. She felt his arousal nudge into her lower belly. She too was ready for him to finally take her. She smiled. He too looked at her and smiled.

He hovered near her wet patch as he eased in slowly letting her accommodate him. He soothed her furrowed brow and kissed the beads of sweat on her neck and shoulders gently thrusting in and out and penetrating further with each move. He was amazing and he was driving her wild, but she needed more. He was being gentle with her too gentle. He was gentle in manner but strong in being. He was not being himself. She needed him to be him. She wanted to feel his strength. She needed it faster, harder, rougher. She needed him to lose control, with her. He increased his pace, angling his body so that he could hit the spot that would shatter her. Their lovemaking, which had started as a soft assault on each other, had become passionate and intense. They were making mad, passionate love to the contrasting soft romantic songs CD which Asad had switched on when they had begun early in the night. Clothes that had long back come off their bodies, love-bites that only heightened pleasure, her nails raking his back as his tongue drove her wild. He was picking up pace till he'd pushed it away and thrust into her again and again slowly, only to quicken when she demanded him to. It was surreal. Their gazes locked. In the dim candle lighting their bodies shone. His golden skin on hers. With him inside of hers. Tears rolled down her cheeks but she nodded and smiled, asking him to carry on as she wanted this. He kissed her tears away as he increased his pace till he felt her release. He looked at her closed eyes. Th peace on her face gave him the utmost fulfillment. As he pulled out one last time and thrust into her, their eyes had met briefly before her eyelashes fluttered and she'd cried "ASAD". She felt like she was in heaven, and then, he had joined her. It was bliss. As their supple bodies fell back on the bed their breathing was as ragged as it could get due to their intense passion filled moments. The senusouness of the act blew their mind every time. They slept peacefully and the Gods in the heavens also praised themselves on creating such true and pure love. On this blissful night Asad and Zoya had once again become one mind, body and soul for eternity.

The next morning Zoya woke up feeling sore. She loved ever bit of her soreness as it was Asad's doing. He was not in bed. Zoya heard his voice on the baby monitor. He was telling Arham that he was a very special baby as two angels had fallen from the skies and given him to Asad and Zoya. He also told Arham that when time comes he would be told about the angels. Zoya wanted to hear more of the father's one sided conversation with his son but she heard her stomanch growl. The hunger for Asad at night had aroused hunger for food. After getting ready Zoya had taken Asad to all the favorite places she had been with her aapi and jeeju. Later in the day Asad and Zoya had packed all the stuff. The things to be given in charity were given away. Also a few things which were in the will which were to be given away were done. Iklakh had come on the day they were to leave from New York. He too was accompanying thme to Bhopa as their ancestral tombs were to be paid respect to. Anwar and Zeenat every year came to India to do so. Now it was upto him to do it.

Asad, Zoya and Iklakh were received at the airport by Imaad. Only Imaad knew about Arham. Iklakh was going to stay at the hotel but Imaad invited him to stay at his home. They all reached Khan Mansion. Rashid, Shireen, Nikhat and Nuzzat had come to see Zoya. It was all sorted and was like on big happy family for Zoya's sake. Shireen had finally understood that it was never Dilshaad ho was taking Rashid away from her but it was always Rashid who tried to escape. Rashid had after seeing Imaad with Asad, Dilshad and Najma understood that it was his rightful place in the family and not Rashid's. He was now happy with his family. Nikhat had opened the door and at first sight Iklakh fell for her. Nikhat too on seeing Iklakh felt a pull but she ignored it. She wanted to study business management and not get married. Dilshad saw the little baby and immediately asked him to call her dadi. Everyone went goo goo gaga over Arham. They all love the name and the baby. Asad told Imaad and Dilshad about his planning for the family. They supported him 100 %. Zoya put Arham on their bed. Humaira, Najma, Nuzzhat were playing with him. Nikhat had made tea and snacks for all. Iklakh could not take his eyes off of her.

In a couple of days life went back to normal for all. Asad used to keep the webcam on in his office so that he could see his baby all the time. Zoya teased him as he had not done so for her. She had seen that Asad was very happy being a father to Arham. He had even suggested that they not plan their baby so that they could focus on Arham. Ayaan had joined Asad's business and was slowly progressing. Nikhat wanted to help her abbu and so wanted to study business management. She had applied for the same in a management school in Boston. She was not sure that she would get in so had not told anyone. Iklakh had been invited to Khan Mansion with Imaad for dinner. The girls and Ayaan had also come. Kabeer too was there. Nikhat received a call from the eduction insititue affiliated with the management school in Boston and went to receive it. Nikhat finished her cal and she was very worried. Iklakh came into the same romm as he needed to use the washroom.

Nikhat: Ek lakh.

Iklakh: Jee?

Nikhat: Jee?

Iklakh: Iklakh aapne kaha na

Niukhat: Toh ek lakh ka kya?

Iklakh: Main Iklakh.

Nikhat: Aap ek lakh kya?

Iklakh: Main Iklakh hoon.

Nikhat: toh main kya karoon?

Ikhlakh: Aapne abhi kaha na Iklakh.

Nikhat: Y Allah maine kya bola aur aapne kya samjha. Maine Iklakh yaani ki aapka naam nahi liya maine ek lakh bola. Wo jo educational institute hai jahan se maine business managemtn ke liye Boston mein apply kiya hai wo log mujhse ek lakh brokerage maan rahe hain. Keh rahe hain wahaan dena padta hai. Maine apne merits se ye admission lena chahti hoon.

Nikhat and Iklakh both have a hearty laugh over the confusion. He offered her his help as he lived in Boston. She politely declined. Zoya was conintously monitoring Dilshad and Imaad. She knew that it was love not only from Imaad side but also Dilshads. To make Dilshad and Imaad happen she would need Asad on her side. Zoya's old room which was now Humaira's was turned into a nursery fopr Arham. Asad had designed it. He and Zoya had handpicked easch and every item for that room. Asad scolded her when she would be careless and picked up things which could be harmful for Arham. She would pout and so would Arham. Asad had noticed one thing about them that no matter where Zoya would be and would pout at the same time Arham too would pout. He had caught this thing on the nanny cams. They were all very happy.

Kabeer, Najma and Humaira, Ayaan's nikaah was fixed on the same date. The girls were excited for a double wedding. The boys warned them not even to think about a double honeymoon. To the threat the girls replied that it would not be a double honeymoon and as soon as the boys sighed of relief they mentioned that it would a triple honeymoon as Asad and Zoya too would join them. Asad had noticed that Dilshad was also very happy. He thought that it was because of Arham and the weddings. Zoya shook her head on his naivety. At night Asad and Zoya were in the lawn.

Zoya: Asad aapne notice kiya hai aajkal ammi kinta khush rehti hain.

Asad: Haan Arham ke ane se aur inn dono pagal ladkiyon ke jaane ki khushi hai.

Zoya: Nahi Asad ye Arham ke nahi par kisi aur ke laut aane ki khushi hai. Main aapke birthday ke bad baat karna chahti thi but we never got to. Asad main Imaad uncle ki baat kar rahi hoon.

Asad: Zoya of course ammi unke aane se khush hongi. Aapko pata hai dono college ke time se friend's hain. Hum jab chote the tab unhone ammi ki madad nahi ki balki har kadam ammi ke saath chale. Njama ke liye maine har wo cheez ki jo ek father apne bacche ke liye karta hai and Imaad uncle did it for me. Abbu na hote hue bhi unhone har wo farz nibhaya. Unhone kabhi kuch nahi maanga bas chup chaap apna farz nibhate rahe. Ammi ke dost aur humaare uncle bankar. You know main jab chota tha tab sochta tha ki ammi ne unse nahi Rashid Ahmed Khan se nikaah kyun kiya. I wanted him as my abbu. Main silently ye pray karta tha but ammi ko dukhi nahi karna chahta tha iss liye kabhi nahi kaha. Main nahi chahta tha ki meri bachkani wish ki wajaha se ammi apna dost kho de.

Zoya: Asad jo tab nahi hua kya wo ab nahi ho sakta? Asad aapne dekha hai ammi kitni khush rehti hain? Ek ma, saas ya dadi ki tarah nahi, she is happy as a woman. Dilshad is happy. Asad hum sab apni life mein aage badh gaye hain apne apne humsafar ke saath. Ammi ne bahut akela chal liya. Jab main yahaan se gayi thi tab maine sirf Imaad uncle ki aankhon mein ammi ke liye mohabbat dekhi thi but ab ammi ki aankhon mein bhi. Kya sirf ammi abbu ka farz hota hai bacchon ki life mein khushi lane ka kya humaara koi farz nahi?

Najma: Asad bhai...

Asad: Tamatar wo... actually...

Najma: Main aapse apne nikaah ke liye tohfa maangna chahti hoon. Main chahti hoon ki meri ammi aur abbu dono nikaah ke din meri rukhsati karen. Asad bhai aapne bachpan se mere liye wo sab kiya jo abbu karte hain par mujhe aap mein kabhi apne abbu nazar nahi aaye. Maine jab bhi aankhen band ki mere abbu ko dekhne mujhe humesha Imaad uncle nazar aaye. Z bhabhi sahi keh rahi hain. Aapse pehle Imaad uncle ammi ke support system hain. Asad bhai main unn sabki value kam nahi kar rahi jo aapne kiya hai main bas Imaad uncle ki ehmiyat bata rahi hoon. Ammi and Imaad uncle both deserve it bhai. Ammi ko true love milna chahiye.

Asad, Najma and Zoya called Imaad to their home. They sat Dilshad and Imaad down on opposite sides. Asad knelt in front of Dilshad and Najma Zoya. Imaad and Dilshad were not understanding what the three were upto.

Asad: Dilshad B kya aapko mere Imaad uncle nikaah mein Qubool Hai?

Najma/Zoya: Imaad Sheikh kya aapko nikaah mein humaari ammi Qubool hai?

Dilshad and Imaad froze at the question. They had not anticipated that the children were upto this. There was no answer from wither side at the moment.

Time flew by. 6 months later.

Asad reached New York airport. He picked his luggage and came out of the airport. The first sight he saw was breath taking. His Zoya was looking more beautiful than ever. They both had tears in their eyes. Asad moved one step at a time taking in the beauty of his wife.

Asad: Missed you begum.

Zoya: Missed you too.

Asad: I love you Arham.

Arham: Love you Abbooo ooo ooo.

Zoya: Ye accha hai bete ko I love you. Begum ko kuch nahi.

Asad: Begum hum poore ke poore aapke hain. Hum bhi aapke humaari mohabbat bhi aapki.

Zoya: Aap bhi na avval darje ke majnu hain.

Asad: Come to Abbooo ooo ooo my mushroom. Arham abbooo ooo ooo ko batao did you take care of Mirchi Mom and babycorn?

Arham: Yesh.

Asad: Did Mirchi Mom take care of my mushroom and babycorn?

Arham: No.

Zoya: Haw Aloo abbooo ooo ooo ke mushroom ghar chaliye aap dono ko dikhati hoon. OUCH!!

Asad: Zoya are you OK?

Zoya: Ye na aap teeno ki master planning hai. Abhi se team bana li hai. Aloo abhooo ooo ooo, mushroom aur babycorn ne. Aap dono mein se kisi ko kuch kahoon na toh madam itne zor se kick karti hain.

Arham: Kick no fooball.

Asad kissed Arham and Zoya. He rubbed his hand on Zoya's tummy to love their daughter. Asad hugged his family as he was seeing them in person after a long long long period of a fortnight. He had been on a business trip to Mumbai, London and then had finally reached his last desitnation of the trip New York. Asad and Zoya had come to New York as there was some work related to the Arham trust. They had to do it in person. Asad had sent Zoya in advance so that she could attend the college reunion of her class.

The cold New York weather was witness to the warm happy little family of Aloo abbooo ooo ooo, Mirchi mom and their children mushroom and babycorn.