AZ OS| Love surely can happen twice|

Love surely can happen twice

Asad looked in his car, below the seats looking for where the hell his phone had gone. Not that it had pawn of his own? He found it beneath the car seat. He picked it up as his gaze gravitated towards a piece of crumbled paper lying on the car floor. He picked it up and opened it.

Amsterdon motel

It read. It was a bill of a room in amsterdon motel. Not much of a right place to stay at. He checked on for the date as he didn't recognized the receipt well.

It was the receipt for a room with a king sized bed for two. He twitched his brows thinking why would Edie, his wife would ever go to this place.

A pinch of insecurity kicked in as he thought of things why she would have been there. She was supposed to be out for a girls night out at kelly's place the last Wednesday but it seemed to him that she had other things up her sleeves.

Making his mind out to ask her of all what is happening behind his back, he came out of the car and locked it.

He rang the doorbell only to be greeted by the maid. Just as he entered the house, sprudel ran towards him doing a happy dance. He bent down as he patted her back and ran his hand over her furs.

She was the best thing that ever happened to him!

"Hey baby, missed daddy?" Asad asked as sprudel licked his hand. He scratched his ear and told her he would be back soon.

He went in their room looking for Edie. The moment he entered the room, his body went stiff as he thought of confronting her.

"Hey!" she spoke as he entered the room.

"Can we have a minute?" his voice was stern and by the look on his face, none would ever dare crossing him.

"Yep! Say?"

"I got this in the car" he said handling her the receipt.

Edie opened her mouth to say something. Asad guessed another lie coming up for him and e stated, "I checked the bank account".

Her mouth went shut as she lowered her gaze.

"Who is he?" he asked.

"Does it even matter?" asked Edie.

"Who. Is. He" his voice as stern as before.

"Nick" she said as Asad took a step backward holding the table back for support.

Never had he thought that the guy she slept with would be Nick.

Nick.

HE was their band manager about 10 years back. He agreed Edie used to have a fling with him but it was before when he crushed her hard into million of pieces and he had helped her bring her life back to her.

"How long?" Asad asked fearing the worst coming for him.

"Since he and lucie broke up."

The vase behind on the table broke as the words registered in Asad's mind.

Nick and lucie broke up 6 years before, just a month after they returned from their honeymoon.

His life, now seem to be a big joke to Asad and he now knew - Nothing would ever be the same!

***

Asad laid down on his bed staring at the ceiling.

5 months

It's been 5 months and the last month, for him to say was a bliss was nothing wrong. He met her... though he admitted that their first two encounters were not that good but what followed after that was bliss... Just pure bliss!

Her body, yet with scars were the best thing he had even seen. She was small, smart, intelligent and one tough woman to crack but that rainy night... that night just changed it all. Their friendship was the best thing and those nights they both shared since the last week were the best of his life.

Never had he ever felt the same with edie but with her... it was just perfect. The sense of connection, the sense of devotion it was just overwhelming and he had to admit it, whatever it may be, he was utterly devoted to it. He was serious and well he guess she too was. But he never knew why reality always have to push his nose in dream world. Their world seemed like a dream... a dream they both were living.

*Flashback*

She drove up the hill as the weather changed and became worse than before. She looked up at the sky and soon she heard thundering and a few minutes later her car shook because of a landslide as it fell down the hill.

I'm dead.

It was the only thought in her mind and soon she sat up on her bed with a jerk.

I'm alive.

She told herself taking a few deep breathes to calm down her racing heart. She looked at her left and turned towards that side. She slid out of the bed and soon found her slippers. Wearing those she went out and her Mr. smith followed her like always. She poured juice in her glass and drank it and let her eyelids close.

Not again!

She felt the migraine at the back of her head coming up as she clutched her head. She started to rummage though the medicines looking for the desired one and once she got it, she plopped in down her throat and thought of having yet another short nap to calm the ache down.

___

He drove on the road while sprudel sat at the back of the car. He needed to get away from this. It's been bloody 4 months and he needed a break. The Edie thing should be there in Sydney and not go around at the back of him he thought.

He stopped the car in front of a house and parked it at the desired place.

"Come baby, we reached here" he patted sprudel as she jumped out of the car and ran towards the garden going round and round as if she was trying to catch her tail. Asad went behind her taking a ball out of the car and threw it somewhere while sprudel ran behind it to catch it.

A dog barked from the other side of the fence and a young lady of maybe his age came out listening to her dog's barks.

"Hey! Who are you?" she asked, well rude enough to annoy Asad.

"Well, miss whoever you are, I am not bound to answer your questions so please" he spoke clearly annoyed.

"Sprudel, baby come" he signaled her to come but she stood still looking the other side glaring at the other dog as if she would eat him up if he ever barked at her owner.

"Sprudel... come" Asad forcefully pulled her inside and settled in and have a look at the house.

Too much work to do yet!

It was his aunt's place and she had left it to him and his brother ayaan. Well they both have been thinking of selling it and hence he was here, far away from Sydney to sell it.

He started to check each and other room and making a list of the things present. He was in the topmost bedroom when he heard sprudel bark and came down to see what it was that made her do so. He saw the same dog in their garden and sprudel was barking at him.

"Hey buddy, you shouldn't be here. I don't like someone troubling my baby girl" he spoke to the dog, picked him up and went to the other house. He stopped at the main gate and read the name plate.

Zoya Faaroqui.

He rolled his eyes, her name didn't suited her really. As for he had seen she was clearly a very rude girl and such a sweet name sure doesn't suited her.

He knocked at her door as she opened it.

"What is Mr. smith doing with you?" she asked eyeing Asad as he held her dog.

"Well, he was in my garden. Make sure he doesn't come there again!" he said, handed her dog to her and left.

Suits best for being so rude!

He went to the garden and looked for how did he came in his garden and found two holes in the fence. He growled and went inside to get some wood, nails and hammer.

He just can't let any random dog come and trouble his sprudel. Sprudel followed him out as he took the things out. She sat by him licking his foot tickling him sometimes.

"Okay okay I got it. You want to play. Two minutes please baby?" he patted her back and then scratched her ear, the thing she loved the most.

"Ow!" she made a sound and snuggled close to him.

"Okay fine, let me just put them in alright?" he said as he stood up to put the things back. He watched her doing a happy dance and running behind him. He chuckled and let her do so.

___

Zoya woke up and thought of making herself a cup of coffee. She did so and went to her balcony. She stood leaning towards it and watching the weather happily. Her gaze fell over the guy who shifted next door and saw him playing with his dog. His body was perfect.

His hair was a deep, russet chestnut, warm and vibrant. As for his body... Well.

Zoya would have cast him as a love interest on her TV show in a heartbeat if his audition reel had come across her desk. He had the kind of body women fantasized over-broad shoulders, deep chest, flat belly, tight, firm little backside...

Fantasizing just like she was doing now. Furtively watching him through the window as he romped with his dog in the backyard.

Sad, Zoya. Very, very sad.

Giving herself a stern talking to about spying on neighbors-especially on neighbors she wasn't sure she actually liked-she tried to turn away.

But at that moment, he pushed his hair out of his eyes, and a smile lurked around his mouth. She froze, captivated by what that smile did to his very attractive features.

Suddenly, her other priorities slid away and getting to know him better seemed the most important thing to do.

Well she stepped back into her room as her coffee was almost finished and went back doing her regular rehab exercises.

Asad turned on the radio of his car as he went to the shop to buy some more nails. Bad enough, the weather was going to deteriorate soon and flood was predicted to come. He scowled and soon bought the nails and went home back. The first thing he did was to clean the drainage area in case if the flood would come. Cleaning it he then went and finished the fence work and then took sprudel inside.

It was around 2 at night when Zoya was taken up by the sound of water. First she felt as though the tap was left open but then she figured it was the rain.

She slid out of the bed and went to look for Mr smith. He was standing by the door all attentive. She went closer to have a better view and soon gasped as she saw the view. She was being flodded! She had not listened about the warning and had surely not cleaned the drainage system. She ran inside took a broom and covered herself with a raincoat and wore long boots. She rushed out and started to clean it and she soon was joined by the new neighbor; Asad.

"Do you have another broom?" he shouted at her.

"Y-Yes" she spoke and went inside to have it.

She handed it to him and they both worked together at it. The weather was worse than before as she tucked at his arm pulling him inside with her.

"Come in, it's not safe!" she said to him which he turned a deaf ear to.

"You will fall sick! Just come in!" she said and pulled him inside with her.

They both were panting hard with the work they just did. The amount of work they did was more than enough for the house to be safe till the morning.

She passed him a towel as his gaze went from her face to her lips, to her...

He shook his head at what he was thinking. He surely needed to clear his mind out. He dried himself so does she. Her peaks were tight and were poking out of the thin material. She put her towel round her neck in a way it hid them.

"Coffee?" she asked.

She had taken out her raincoat and the scar on her right arm was clearly visible. He nodded while his gaze went towards her skull and saw yet another scar there. He wondered what caused her to have these scars.

She handed him his coffee after a few moments and they drank sitting on the couch.

"Erm... actually I wanted to say sorry to you because I talked really in a bad manner with you for the first two times" she said hesitating a bit.

"Well, even I did. So score equal?" he spoke tilting his head to a side.

"Sure!" she grinned and took her hand forward, "Friends?"

"Sure" Asad said as they did a hand shake.

"So you didn't tell me, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well, had a bad time and now here to sell this house." He spoke shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh... aunt marie was a wonderful lady" she said looking at Asad's place.

"I know. She was really a great lady" he sighed hard. "Well anyways. So you tell me, you stay here or on holiday?" he asked.

"I'm on rehab here." She spoke letting out a sigh.

"Mind to tell?" he asked.

"Ah, nothing. Had an accident while going to workplace and had to live in hospital for months now here on sick leave for a few more weeks." She said.

"Oh! Sorry." He spoke.

"You tell, bad times?" she asked now a bit interested in his life.

"Had my six damn years of my life a big joke, got my own wife cheating upon me and the sudden news of aunt's death. Life's surely hell!"

"Oh!"

"I guess I should leave. Sprudel never likes living alone. And ya, thanks for coffee" he said putting his cup back at the table.

He went towards the door while Zoya followed him.

"Asad?" she called as he turned back.

"Ye-"

He was cut short by the sudden sensation on her lips on his cheeks.

"You are really a nice guy. Sorry for the two times. And I would like you to come here for dinner tomorrow with sprudel" she said and smiled at him.

"A-Alright" he said and left for his place only to find sprudel waiting for him.

"Sorry baby, daddy went to help them. Come!" he said to her as she followed him.

Just as he settled on his bed sprudel made herself comfortable on the carpet and slept peacefully while Asad had the flashes of Zoya's peaks poking out of her shirt.

He shook his head to let those images left his mind and slept peacefully.

The next night, he and sprudel visited Zoya and her Mr. smith.

Mr. smith tried his best to make friends with sprudel but well, she too was a hard nut to crack. Asad laughed seeing Mr. smith's face and so does zoya. They had a nice time chatting and seeing sprudel giving a hard time to Mr. smith but at last she finally let it go away.

"Impressive dog. Sprudel is never so easy with others" he said.

"Oh please, that was not easy! She made my poor smitty work so hard." She said and both of them burst out laughing.

They stopped laughing and get lost in each other's eyes. They were attracted to each other and there was no doubt about it.

Zoya smiled at him and they chatted away the dinner and retired for the night at their respective places.

Zoya looked at herself in the mirror as she stood just in her undergarments. An ugly scar ran from the top of her right shoulder to her arm. One ugly scar ran from the mid of her breasts to her hip at the back side and the scar on her skull was not an exception.

She thought of how she was attracted to Asad and what if he rejects her if he sees these scars on her body.

No I don't care! He had to accept me with those scars or else we are better as friends.

She thought.

She rummaged through her wardrobe and took out a top and a jeans and one of her best coat from the almirah. She did her best makeup she ever could and took one, just in case'.

Making up her mind that she would do it today only she made her way to his house.

Last night they both had been at his place having a nice time when she kissed him on his cheeks and he then kissed her lips but she being the insecure one had pushed him and ran away.

She took a deep breath and knocked at his door. He opened the doo and the fist thought that crossed her mind was I can't do it'.

She took a hold of the vest he was wearing and pulled him towards her and took his mouth and kissed him hard pushing him inside and pinning him to the wall.

To say Asad was shocked was an understatement. He soon started to respond to her and the next second her hands went south as he gasped and let out a growl. Soon she was pinned towards the wall.

"What do you intend to do miss ghai?" he asked tilting his head a bit.

"Seduce you!" she said with a smirk.

"Mission accomplished!" he said picking her up in his arm and leading them both to his bedroom.

They laid on the bed side by side to each other after their frantic love making. He pulled out his hand and she slipped into them, her head resting on his shoulder and white silk sheet covering the two.

The next two weeks went by the same thing. The days spent with each other and nights in their arms. It was bliss until Zoya's ex-husband Patrick had shown up once they both returned from a walk.

He was at her place the whole night and Asad had a lot of bad thoughts crossed his mind. He tried assuring himself that nothing is happening there and he do trust Zoya but the thoughts never went away. He tried calling her but it went away to voice mail. Frustrated he discovered that he still is not in a position to trust anyone be it Zoya or anyone else.

Taking up a rash decision, he thought of going back. Back to Sydney.

He had sent a letter to Zoya stating his insecurities and that he can't do this, he can't be in any kind of relation for a while.

*Flashback over*

His eyes welled up with all those memories. He surely did miss her... that connection and happiness that everything. But he knew, he is not ready yet... not yet to go and let her come in his heart only that he had made her do so!

The doorbell rang and sprudel shot up and ran towards it. She was not much interested in guests before but this behavior confused Asad. He followed out and when he opened the door he was greeted by the smiling face of a person who he was missing now like hell. Zoya wrapped her hand around him and took him in a long bone crushing hug.

"We will do it together Asad... but please.. please don't go away from me" she said nuzzling his neck.

"You think I have the courage to go away from you for the second time?" he said.

"I love you!" the words came out so smoothly from her mouth.

"Love you too baby" he said before taking her lips in a deep passionate kiss.

That's when he knew,

Love surely can happen twice!

A/N:Inspired by novel 'The other side of us' by sarah mayberry. so credit goes to her.