Here's a continuation of my SS: 3 years later, in the form of a OS. I felt like I needed to complete the story further, but this piece is mainly focused on AsYa and not the other coupled mentioned in the previous story. If you find the story confusing, do feel free to go and read my other work before reading this: ASYA SS: 3 years later.
The sequel to this is called OS: The more the merrier
The twins inspiration was from my friend's pregnancy as she's in her 2nd trimester with twins! So most of the pregnancy bit is from her life and her overprotective husband's habits haha. Hope you enjoy ! :)
"ASAAAD" screamed a pregnant Zoya as she couldn't wake him up by shaking his arm. He woke up suddenly, "Zoya! Kya huwa? Kahin dard ho raha hai? Ya Allah did your water break already?! Oh no no I'm not ready yet." Zoya got annoyed and smacked her forehead and said, "NO!" "Phir? Kya huwa baby?" Asad asked, "I can't sleep, I feel like having mint chocolate chip ice cream with extra chocolate syrup!" Zoya exclaimed while smacked her lips together thinking about the ice cream. Asad groaned, "Zoya, where will I get the ice cream at," he looked at the watch, "3:45 AM in the morning?" "I don't care! Mujhe ice cream chahiye!" Asad tried to explain but got a big push that made him fall off the bed, in return.
'Ugh. If I say anything to her abhi, she'll burst. I'm tired of catching all the damn vases now' Asad though as he walked towards his car. He remembered all the times when she had thrown random things at him to get her point across. And whenever he refused anything his entire family would have his head, quite literally. Ever since they found out that Zoya was pregnant; they had all switched sides, they were all about Zoya and the babies. Asad was now just a whipped and fearful husband, son and brother.
Rehaan and Haider were probably the only people who were on his side at times. Rehaan knew what it was like to deal with a temperamental pregnant woman considering the fact that he witnessed a very pregnant Zeenat. Haider helped Asad as he knew how impatient he could be. He had often calmed Asad down in the moments where he knew Asad was about to burst.
Ayaan on the other hand was all about comforting his Mona Darling. He was her puppet, if she asked him to do something for her, he did it; no questions asked. Asad hated this bond between them because Zoya wasn't as demanding with him. But that was mainly because he was usually busy and Zoya didn't have the heart to make him do weird things as he would be tired. Asad knew she did that and had recently set his foot down about this matter and asked her to tell him all her needs and not his brother.
He now regretted this statement as he drove to find an open ice cream stall to find his very pregnant Zoya some stupid ice cream. He wondered how Ayaan managed to do so, he sighed as he parked his car on the side of the road and dialed Ayaan's number. "Hello?" Ayaan answered in a surprisingly upbeat tone, "you were awake?" Asad wondered. "Yes I usually speak to Sarah round this time, plus bhabhi usually calls too so I try and stay awake." Asad understood, "She wants ice cream," he sighed, Ayaan gave him the address as he had already taken care of her ice cream problem before and asked them to stay open at night for her. Asad now appreciated his brother's work, unknowingly Ayaan had supported his brother by making sure his bhabhi was comfortable.
Asad thanked his lucky stars for having such a wonderful brother. He walked into the house, Zoya looked at him like he was her super hero and lovingly pecked him before gobbling up her ice cream. While licking her spoon she asked, "did you get Rabert to tell where to get this from?" Asad frowned but nodded later. Zoya kept her ice cream aside and snuggled into him. "You don't need to feel like you can't complete my wishes, the only reason I tell Ayaan is because he's jobless and doesn't have anything to do beside bothering me and Sarah. You have work and I feel like you'll get sick and tired of completing my list of tantrums," she paused and looked up, "you fulfill all my wishes but for that you need to rest nah, isiliye I don't throw all my stupid tantrums at you," she tried to explain. Asad understood her point of view and put his head on her lap. "I know baby, but I want to be there for you, aap aur humare bacche meri duniya hai. Please mujhe apne paas rehne dijiye," Zoya was running her fingers through his hair replied, "okay, it's only been the first trimester. Ammi said that I'll get worse with time toh I'll trouble you only, but then don't complain later on, deal?" "Deal," Asad was happy now, as he turned to hug Zoya's waist and fell asleep.
Zoya hid her giggle as she had no such cravings in reality, she was just taking advantage of her Rabert's attention and now her husbands. Dilshad had warned her about this as if they ever found out the truth, Zoya would be in a lot of trouble. But she didn't care, she loved all the attention she got. But she was tired, she hadn't realized how big she was going to get.
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The next evening, Asad came home to an extremely messy bedroom, he saw Zoya lounging in his shirt, he took a double take to see that she was wearing his shirt. She looked damn sexy, according to him but she was crying, no, bawling her eyes out. All her tops, pants, and shoes were thrown out of the wardrobe. She was holding on to his shirt's lapels and smelling it like an idiot. Asad counted till 10 three times, before speaking up, "Jaan?" Zoya looked up with wide eyes and quivering lips. He sat down by her knees but she flinched and moved away, "You did this to me!" Asad looked up confused, "huh?" She sniffled a little and cried again, this time he took her in his arms, thankfully she accepted and snuggled into him. He wondered if he should ask her what's wrong, but he didn't dare as he knew if he said something stupid, she'd cry even more. So he simply nudged her to ask what's wrong, she looked up innocently and unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up, enough to show him her growing belly. He looked at her and smiled, kissed her forehead and shook his head. She shook her head as well and then pointed to her feet, they were swollen, badly. She teared up again, not wanting to look at herself she hid herself in him. He let her be for a bit and then said, "hold on, I have something for you," she left him. He stood up went to the kitchen to ask his mother for her old closet keys, and he got all the extra clothes they got for Najma, and a plate of food for Zoya. He went back to his room and showed her the food and clothes, she instantly got excited. She had forgotten to ask Najma or Appi she just had cried. As she tried to stand up, she plopped back down as she lost balance and got dizzy spells. Asad got worried and remembered about her feet, he picked her up and put her on the bed, took her feet and massaged them while she happily ate her food. She saw him, and then took a bite to his mouth, she fed him and herself while he made her feel comfortable.
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The attention that Zoya had loved at the beginning, she had started to hate. As soon as the doctor had informed Asad and Zoya of the risks she would have, Asad had turned into Mr. Over-protective Ahmed Khan. He never let Zoya walk on her own, he either held her or picked her up to walk everywhere. She got annoyed because he had gone completely overboard.
At one point he had tied pillows all around her, and asked her to go out with him in that manner. She huffed but always complied but this was ridiculous, she looked like a marshmallow because of the pillows. She was also frustrated because he wasn't being intimate with her, they hadn't been close since the pregnancy report. She was scared because she wasn't even big yet, and if he wasn't close to her now, what would they be like once she got big.
All the frustration of the previous weeks had built up to come out in tears. She broke down, and Asad got confused, the entire day he had been supportive and even skipped his office to spend the day with her. He hadn't been close to her since the pregnancy news because he thought he would harm the babies and Zoya; he was frustrated as well because she had been crying constantly and left him to wonder what went wrong.
And here she was again, crying, he didn't know what to do. He looked at his mother and sister to ask what to do, but they didn't know what was wrong either. Before they could approach her she ran into their bedroom and shut the door. She cried and cried, she didn't know what was wrong but she cried. Asad banged on the door but no avail, he entered his room through the window, I used to reprimand Ayaan from entering my room this way but now look at what my crazy wife has done to me, ugh.' But his thoughts stopped when he saw her condition, he went up to her and asked, "kya huwa?" she looked up at him and voiced her fear, "agar aap abhi se mujhse itne door ho jaeyngey toh mein jab moti ho jaungi tab toh aap mujhe chor denge nah?" He was shocked at what she said, "aapko aisa kyun lagta hai baby? I love you, and" "but you're still not close to me, we..haven't..and then once I'm big..we won't be .." she kept crying. He understood, and decided to end both their frustrations tonight, which he did, all night.
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The house had been baby-proofed before whilst Najma's pregnancy, as there were more than two babies crawling around the house at this point. The guest room was converted into a nursery, the one Zoya had picked out, she didn't want the generic pink/blue one, she picked a very neutral choice; a white nursery with hints of gold and cream.
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Everyone was in awe of how well Asad took care of now, a very pregnant Zoya; he made sure she was well fed and rested. There were less than 10 weeks left and Zoya was huge, she wobbled everywhere. She looked frail and weak and she didn't fit into any maternity clothes. She hated her size, she hated everything at this moment; she was tired of everything, she couldn't sit, stand or sleep properly. Everything pissed her off.
Asad was frustrated too, he didn't know how to make her comfortable, he had sung to her at night, massaged her, read her stories, watched marathon of movies, he did everything for her, but nothing helped. He was tired as well as he worked along with taking care of her, and he couldn't sleep well as she would toss and turn all night.
Zoya's wardrobe now consisted of Asad's shirts and sweatshirts with stretchy leggings as bottoms. Asad didn't mind letting her wear and ruin all his clothes, he'd buy more but as long as she was happy; so was he.
Zoya and Asad were going through a tough phase of their relationship; neither could calm the other down. Zoya was never happy and Asad couldn't understand what he needed to do to make her happy. Both just wanted the pregnancy to end.
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It was the 35th week of her pregnancy when Asad was invited to a major event, he was going to be awarded as the most successful young achiever in the corporate world. Even though everyone asked Zoya to stay home, and Asad had suggested skipping the event; she insisted on going with him. He obviously complied, he would never say no to Zoya; he would always spoil her.
They had arrived at the event, Zoya was wearing a floorlength red anarkali while Asad wore a suite with a red hanky. He held on to Zoya and they walked into the big hall towards a table in the center of the room. Asad was asked to go up on stage to receive the award, he stood up and went on; they asked him to speak he complied.
"Thank you for this honour. Uh, I'm not too good with words, but I would love to dedicate this award to my mother, whose name gave rise to this company, Dilshad Constructions; she has been an immense support throughout the years, she helped me through everything in every way. She made sure I didn't give up when the times were hard. She taught me to live with a determination..thank you Ammi. I would also like to thank my wife, who's.." he looked at Zoya, her expression changed from a smile to a painful one as she let out a shriek and he knew, "whose..WATER JUST BROKE?!" Everyone stood up as he ran towards Zoya who's water had just broken. And looked like she was about to faint with the pain.
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"What a great way to end the award speech, eh bhai?" Ayaan tried to joke around to calm his brother down as Mona Darling was in the backseat screaming her lungs out. Asad glared at his brother as he drove in full speed, Ayaan understood and called everyone else up to inform him about what happened.
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Azaan and Azrah were born ten minutes apart on the 15th of March, both were healthy babies. They both had Zoya's doe shaped eyes, Asad's nose and a mixture of their smiles, with deep dimples on both their cheeks. Everyone was delighted to hold their babies, Zoya and Asad couldn't be happier. Asad announced their names as Azaan Asad Khan and Azrah Zoya Khan, which confused Zoya as she thought they'd have his name. "You're my wife, they should have your name as well, plus my daughter is an exact copy of you, so she'll be my choti Zoya," he replied while kissing her forehead and then his daughter. Dilshad was proud of her son when she heard their names, she knew it wasn't traditional to give kids their mother's name as the middle name but it didn't matter to them.
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Everyone was excited to take their babies home, when they reached home, they got a shock of life. There was a four year old boy crying for his mother at their doorstep, Asad was puzzled. He asked everyone to stay by the car as he went to the boy to ask him who he was. The boy gave him a note that read:
"Jammy,
I know I caused a lot of problem in your life, and I probably don't deserve to be forgiven. But I hope you won't hold it against my son. Yes, the boy standing there is my son, Tauqir. Once Imran and you left me on my own, he was born but being a single mother, I couldn't handle him well. My health is deteriorating and I cannot leave him alone in this world. Attached to this letter is an adoption certificate.
By the time you get this letter, I won't be alive anymore as I discovered last year that I had stage 3 cancer and I wasn't responding to any treatment. I hope humari dushmani tum humare bacche pe nahin nikaloge. If you wish to leave him on his own, there's also a certificate for his entrance in a foster home. Eitherway, please take care of my son, this is my last wish.
I hope you and Zoya live happily ever after.
Tannu"
Asad was furious at Tanveer but he didn't know what to do with her son. He didn't know if Zoya would accept the boy. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned and saw Zoya in tears, "Mr. Khan, kya hum Tauqir ko humara naam de sakte hain?" he was puzzled, "please, aapko to pata hai ki mein bin ma baap rahi hoon, mein nahin chahti ki issey bhi who sab sehna pade jo meine saha tha, please." Asad's heart swelled with love for this woman who was so forgiving, that she wanted to accept Tauqir as their son even though Tanveer had caused so many problems in their lives. Asad nodded and they all entered the house with the boy and the babies.
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Tauqir was Imraan and Tanveer's son, so Asad wanted to make sure that Imraan was aware of this situation. He called Imran and Najma to their house, and told them what happened. Imran was shocked, "Bhaijaan, mein is bacche ko apna..bha.." he didn't know whether to accept the child or not, he couldn't ever give Tauqir the same love as Najim. "Agar mein issey apna bhi loon toh bhi mein issey who pyaar nahin de paunga, kyunki mujhe hamesha us aurat ka chehra dikhai dega..I'm sorry bhaijaan lekin mein Najma se karne ko nahin bol sakta," Imran explained their situation. Asad was ashamed of Imran, but he understood what he was trying to say.
He left them there and went up to the terrace. Dilshad came to him, "Asad," he didn't look at her but said, "Ammi, Imran aise kaise apni zimmedari se mukar sakta hai? Kya ussey nahin pata ke ek bacche ki life mein abbu ki kya importance hoti hai? Ammi mein ye.." he was in tears. "Mein janti hoon Asad ki tumhe is waqt kya feel ho raha hai, mein bhi chahti hoon ki Tauqir ko wo saari khushiyan mile jo Najim, aur ab Azrah aur Azaan ko milegi.." she thought for a bit and said, "lau mein tumhe kuch dikhana chahti hoon."
Dilshad took Asad to the nursery, where they witnessed a beautiful sight. Tauqir was sitting beside Zoya and playing with the two babies while they giggled. "Tauqir baby, kya aap meri help karenge?" Zoya asked, "JI!" he looked up excitedly; he hadn't ever been close to his mother as she had always been sick. Tauqir was never loved, but with Zoya he felt safe and he felt like he belonged to her. Zoya handed him powder and said, "ab aap dono babies ko powder kardijiye okie?" "po..po..kya?" Zoya laughed, "powder baby," she pointed to the bottle and he started squeezing it; making all the powder fly all over the room and over Zoya. Tauqir thought he was in trouble, "..sowwy," he made a puppy face, making Zoya laugh. She took him in her lap and said, "it's okie baby, hota hai," she winked and they both powedered the babies together.
Asad was still confused, he was wondering about the same things as Imran but looking at Zoya he knew she wouldn't refuse adopting Tauqir. But his confusion was cleared when he heard Tauqir ask, "..aunty, aap kaun hai? .me..mein aapko kya bulaun?" Zoya smiled at his innocence and said, "ammi bulao." Tauqir was delighted and he hugged her tightly, and then asked again, "aap chali mat jaana, pwesh.." she had tears in her eyes but replied, "mein apne baby ko chor ke kyun jaaungi?" she tapped his nose with her finger. "Ab chalo mein babies ko suladoon?" Zoya asked, Tauqir nodded as he moved to the couch in the room and watched his Ammi put the babies to sleep.
Asad was proud of his wife, he knew she could spread joy everywhere but this, was just incredible. He thanked Allah again and again for sending her in his life. He couldn't be happier with her. He told Imran and Najma that they were going to adopt Tauqir, "bhaijaan, aap samaj rahein hai na ki aap kya bol rahein hain? Tanveer ne aapke saath kya kya nahin kiya aur phir bhi aap.." "phir bhi kya Imran?" Zoya interrupted, she had put Tauqir to sleep in her room and came to the living room with the baby monitor when she heard them talk. "Imran humare saath jo bhi huwa wo Tanveer ne kiya tha, aur isiliye kiya tha kyunki she had no man in her life, wo apne bacche ki khushi chahti thi. Isiliye shaayad usne aisi harkatein ki. Mein jaanti hoon ki uski koi maafi nahin hai lekin is bacche ka kya kusoor? Agar bacche apne ma-baap ki galtiyon ko bhugatne ke ho, toh mujhe bhi jail mein hona chahiye tha," Imran looked up shocked, "hmm, akhir Mr. Siddique mere Abbu hi to hai, agar unhone galtiyaan ki hai toh mujhe bhi uski saza milni chahiye thi nah?" "nahin bhabhi ye aap kya keh rahi hain, aap toh boho choti thi, aapko unki galtiyon ki saza kyun milegi," Imran replied. "Mein choti thi, leki Tauqir toh zinda bhi nahin tha," Zoya replied sternly, she couldn't believe Imran was talking about his own son in this manner. Imran nodded, "Hum aapko uski zimmedari nahin de rahe, hum khud uski zimmedari le rahein hai. Tauqir ke liye Mr. Khan hi uske abbu hongey, aap nahin. Isiliye aapko chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai," Zoya continued.
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Tauqir was officially adopted by the Khans and was named, Tauqir Asad Khan. It took Tauqir awhile to adjust to having a father, as he didn't know what a father was. But he was attached to Zoya and his little brother and sister. Tauqir would help Zoya change their diapers and play with them all day. Asad was closer to his own twins but on Zoya's insistence he would spend Sundays with Tauqir. Slowly but steadily, Tauqir and Asad's bond grew stronger; they weren't just father and son, they were friends, best friends.
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Tauqir grew up to be an overprotective brother for Azrah while a supportive older brother for Azaan. Their bond was similar to Asad, Ayaan and Najma's bond. Tauqir knew he was adopted but he couldn't be bothered about looking for his real father, no one had ever mentioned about his father and he liked it that way. For him, his world consisted of his Abbu, Asad, his Ammi, Zoya and his two siblings, Azaan and Azrah. He asked his Ammi why they didn't change his name to make it like his siblings, she said, "because you're special, your name means honour and respect; that's what you are to us, you're our honour and pride and that's why we never wanted to change it. We loved you just the way you are, and will always love you the same." She continued to run her fingers through his hair while he slept on her lap. Zoya always held a special place for Tauqir in her heart, she was proud that he never questioned her upbringing or never went to look for his mother or father as he had forgotten his past. She was glad that she took him in rather than giving him away to Imran. She couldn't imagine her family without her oldest son, Tauqir.
The Khans were now complete, Asad Ahmed Khan couldn't be happier with his life and his family. Dilshad was glad that finally Allah had bestowed all the happiness and love on Asad and Zoya, as they deserved every ounce of it. Zoya had grown to be a very childish but a great mother. Asad always loved to spoil his kids but he had to be the strict parent as he knew Zoya would never be able to scold her kids without laughing at their antics.
Everything had fallen into place after all these years. Asad came to his room to find Zoya standing by the window, he went and wound his arm around her waist while nuzzling her neck, Zoya giggled. She turned around and put her arms around his neck, "Asad," "hmm" he replied while kissing her neck, "mein soch rahi thi," "hmm" "ki kyun na ek aur.." he looked up as he understood what she said, "ek aur princess chahiye?" he smirked, as she nodded. He swooped her up in a swift motion, and took her to bed to fulfill her latest wish.
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