||AsYa OS: When Love Happens, Sparks Fly||

"Please Mr. Khan! Just this once!", Zoya begged. Asad scowled at her and snapped back at her, "I said no! For heaven's sake stop begging, because I'm not coming!" "Please, please, please! I promised Megan that you'll come! She'll be really upset with me, if you don't come! Please, Mr. Khan! Pretty please?" Zoya made the best puppy face she could manage, her big brown eyes boring into his. "Please, Mr. Khan?", she tried, once again. Asad tried to keep up his 'I'm not coming anywhere!' angry face, but he found his resolve melting in a matter of seconds, as Zoya batted her lashes at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed. He found himself saying, "Ok, fine. Just this once." Zoya squealed and clapped her hands. She threw her arms around Asad, giving him a quick hug. She pulled away and beamed at him, showcasing her perfect adorable dimple. Asad found himself zmiling back at her. She claimed, "You're the best Mr. Khan!

And his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't rip his eyes away from Zoya, as she descended from the stairs. She looked absolutely breath taking. The scene was perfect! Ok, fine! Maybe not exactly perfect, the fact Zoya was bounding down the stairs, like a happy pup, kind of ruined it, just a little. Nevertheless, Asad couldn't stop himself from gazing at her. She skipped towards him, grinning. She twirled around and clasped her hands together, as she asked, "So, how do I look, Mr. Khan?" She gleamed at him, waiting for his reply. She was wearing a navy blue dress. A pattern of sequins adorned it, in the front and the sleeves. Asad smiled at her, as he said, "You look absolutely beautiful." Zoya smiled her 1000 watt smile at him, as she replied, "Thank you! You look really handsome yourself!" Asad smiled and replied, "Thank you. So, how are we going?" "Jeeju said that we could borrow his car.", Zoya replied. Asad scrunched his eyebrows , as he asked, "But I haven't got a license here, yet, so how am I supposed to drive?" Zoya rolled her eyes and said, "Mr. Khan, you're not the one who's gonna be driving, I will." Asad raised an eyebrow, he asked, "You can drive?" Zoya gasped dramatically, as she exasperated, "What kind of a question is that? Of course I can!" Asad feigned an expression of horror, as he responded, "Does that mean we're gonna end up in the hopsital, anytime soon?" Zoya scowled at him and shut him off, "Ha ha, very funny. Now, I'd appreciate it if you would stop being a drama queen and get going." Asad shook his head, amusedly as he watched Zoya turn on her heels and head towards the door. He shoved his hand into his pockets and followed her. He carefully stepped out of the door, extremely cautious of the white flakes lying crisp and sparkling, beneath his feet. You can take it in two ways, he was either trying keep the snow clean, or he might have done it, just to keep the flakes of his polished black shoes. You can take the one which sounds better, to you. "Come on, Mr. Khan! Stop being such a sissy!", Zoya called, leaning against the car. Asad glowered at her, obviously not happy with being referred to as a 'sissy'. He walked towards her, a little faster. She opened the door for him, he probably felt mortified, right then, having a girl to open the door, for him. Zoya chuckled, to herself, as Asad got in. Asad guessed, she mist have figured out why his ears had gone so red. Asad chose to ignore her. Zoya got into the driver's seat and started the car. She turned on the radio and started driving. Zoya grinned, as she realized that it was one of het favourite songs. She sang along,

"Yellow diamonds in the light

And we're standing side by side

As your shadow crosses mine

What it takes to come alive."

Asad rolled his eyes, finding the song very stupid.

" It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny

But I've gotta let it go."

Asad was about to block his ears, shut, just when Zoya caught his left hand, with her right and sang the chorus, smiling, looking at Asad every now and then,

" We found love in a hopeless place

We found love in a hopeless place

We found love in a hopeless place

We found love in a hopeless place."

Asad groaned, finding the whole thing ridiculous.

"Shine a light through an open door

Love and life I will divide

Turn away cause I need you more

Feel the heartbeat in my-",

Asad turned the radio off, glaring at Zoya, while she scowled back at him. "What was that for? I LOVE that song! Do you even know how awesome Rihanna is? She is amaz-", she was cut off, rudely, by a frustrated Asad, "That was a stupid song." Zoya glowered at him and said, "Fine then! I'll change it." She turned the radio back on and changed it to a different radio station. The music boomed of the speakers and Zoya found herself grinning, once again, as she heard Adam Levine's voice, sing,

"I am in misery

There ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah

Why won't you answer me?

The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah!"

Asad turned off the radio once again. Zoya turned and looked at him, pitifully, she declared, "Mr. Khan, you really are in misery!" Asad slumped back against his seat and mumbled, "What ever."

Then, suddenly, the car stopped. Zoya furrowed her eyebrows, as she stepped on the accelerator, again, but the car refused to budge. Asad frowned and asked, "What happened?" Zoya gulped, as she replied, "I think the car broke down." "What?!", Asad yelled. Zoya got out of the car and made her way towards the front. She lifted the hood up and immediately staggered back, as a surge of smoke poured out, leaving her coughing and spluttering. Asad got out of the car and looked at Zoya, quizzically. "Are you ok?", he asked, genuinely concerned. Zoya spluttered a little more, before she replied, "Yeah, I am, but I think it'll be quite a while before we can get the car fixed. So...I think we should just go there by walk." Asad looked at her, incredulously, he could have devlared that she was absolutely crazy. They were lucky enough to be at side lane of the road. He asked, "We need to be there at 6.30 and its already 6.15 and you want us to trudge a mile...in this snow?" He stomped his right foot, twice on the white flooring, to emphasise. Zoya groaned and exclaimed, "Come on, Mr. Khan! It will be fun! Trust me!" Asad raised an eyebrow, not really believing her. Zoya took her purse, out of the car and pulled out her phone and dialled her jeeju's number. She heard his voice ring into her ears. She replied, "Hi jeeju! Actually, there's a tiny little problem, here. The car broke down, for some reason, so me and Mr. Khan are gonna go here by walk. Yeah, the car is just outside Primark. Ok then! Thanks, Jeeju! Allah hafiz!" Zoya put her phone back into her purse and extended her hand towards Asad, gesturing him to take it. She quickly shut the hood with her free hand and pressed the lock button, on the key. She looked at Asad and smiled, who looked as stoic as ever. She hitched her skirts up a little and counted down "Three." Asad frowned, he asked, "What are you doing?" "Two." Asad finally seemed to realize her intentions, he tried shrug his hand out of her grip, but she tightened her hold. "One." "Zoya, no!", Asad yelled, desperately trying to free himself. "Go!", Zoya announced and took off, dragging an infuriated Asad, behind her. Both of them ran through the streets, Asad stumbling, now and then, due to the snow. Surprisingly, Zoya was well balanced, even though she was wearing a four inch heels, strappy pair of shoes. "Hurry up, Mr. Khan!", she urged, "We're getting late!"

By the time they got there, it was 6.50. Both of them stopped in front of the entrance and panted heavily. Zoya grinned at Asad, her face completely pink, due to the cold air. She managed to say, between her uneven breaths, "That... was... awesome!" "Absolutely not!", he snapped back, at Zoya.

"Megan!", Zoya squealed. Megan squeaked back, at her, "Zoe! Oh my God! You are looking gorgeous, babe! But where on Earth were you? I was so upset, thinking you wouldn't turn up!" "You look stunning, sweety! And jeez, you are such a drama queen! Why would you think that I wouldn't turn up for your first wedding anniversary? I'm only twenty minutes late! The car broke down and we had to, literally run, here!", Zoya explained, using these weird hand gestures. "What do you mean by 'we'? Did your boyfriend come along with you?" Zoya stuttered, as she felt Asad's gaze on her, "M...Megan! He's not my boyfriend! He's my fianc!" Megan huffed, "What's the big difference? Anyways, boyfriend sounds more romantic. So, did he come with you?" "As a matter of fact, yes, he did! As promised, here he is!" Zoya held out her amrs towards Asad. Megan's immediately looked towards Asad's direction. Her eyes widened, she clasped her hands together, she shrieked, "OH. MY. GOD! So, you are the Asad Ahmed Khan? Omg! I can't believe it! Zoya has told me so much about you!" Asad smiled at Zoya and she reciprocated his smile. Megan continued, "The first time Zoe spoke to me, after she got to India, she told me that you were perhaps the most annoying person on Earth! She used to curse you so much! Oh, the irony! One day, she video called me, on Skype and she was like, "You know Megan, Mr. Khan looks pretty hot." You should have seen her face! She was literally red! Blood red! No! Rose red! That sounds more romantic. Seriously, I was laughing my socks off! She-" "Megan!", Zoya yelled. Her face had adopted a very interesting shade of red. She turned to look at Asad, to see his reaction, but turned back, just as soon as she saw her face. She could see that he was slightly embarrassed, but he was more amused. Zoya pulled Megan, a little, towards her and hissed into her ear, "Are you mad? I only said that he looked good! When did I ever use the word 'hot'?" "Babe! Why are you getting so worked up? It means the same thing, anyways! Doesn't hot sound so much more romantic?", Megan said out loudly, possibly loud enough for everyone present, there, to hear. Zoya rolled her eyes, true enough, her dear friend was a die- hard romantic; she almost tried to find something romantic, in every single thing. A few people laughed and Zoya thought she heard Asad's laugh somewhere, but she chose not to probe the matter. She dismissed, "Ok, fine! What ever! Now where's Mark?" He stepped forward, from the crowd that surrounded her. She smiled at him, as he went and stood beside Megan. "Happy, first anniversary, you two!", she wished. A few cheers came up, from behind. "You two, make sucha cute couple!", Zoya squealed. Mark laughed, "Not as stunning as you and Asad!" Megan nodded in agreement and Zoya blushed, slightly. To avoid any additions to the 'Embarrassing moments of the evening' list, she quickly diverted the topic, "Thank you! Now, let's started with the party! The theme is ballroom right? So what are we waiting for, let's get dancing!" People whistled and cgeered, while clapped her hands, excitedly.

After the cake cutting, the couples made their way to the dance floor. Asad took Zoya's hand in his and made his way towards the dance floor. The music started and the couples swayed. Asad twirled her, pressing her back, aginst his front. He nuzzled his nose into he nape of her neck. He heard a sharp intake of breath, from Zoya. He smirked and pushed away the few strands of her, blocking full access to her neck, with his nose. He buried his face deeper, into her neck, as they sawayed. He allowed his lips to touch her smooth, milky skin, earning an extremely small moan from Zoya, it was almost audible. He twirled her back around, causing her to face him. An evident blush had creeped up her cheeks, Zoya refused to meet Asad's eyes. Asad leant forward and rest his forehead on Zoya's. He whispered, "So, what else do you think about me? Of course, apart from the fact that you think that I'm 'hot', what else. He felt Zoya stiffen, she looked mortified. He twirled her, again, making her back land on his chest. He let go of her hands and placed them on her stomach. He could feel the heat rising, between them. They continued to sway, Asad's hands, still placed on her stomach. Zoya held on to them, tightly. They continued swaying and twirling, until the music stopped. A round of applause spread amongst the young couples, present there. Mark and Megan stepped forward. Mark announced, "This evening has been an absolute pleasure to me. I can't thank Megan enough, for being in my life. I love you, Megan!" Megan's eyes teared up, she quickly rose to her toes and gave Mark a peck on his lips. Some of the audience clapped, while thw others awwed. "I love you, too, Mark!", Megan squealed.

"Mr. Khan! Wait! I'll jut use the restroom, be back in a minute!", saying so, Zoya rushed off to the ladies room. Asad leant back against the wall and recounted the evenings evennts. He smirked to himself, as he remembered what Megan had said. "She called me 'hot'.", he said to himself. He smiled to himself, as he remembered their dance, he'd probably never seen such a shy Zoya, before. Soon, Zoya came out of the rest room. "Let's go, Mr. Khan!", she called, walking right past him. Asad caught hold of her elbow and pulled her towards him. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and pinned her against the wall. Zoya looked around, frantically, praying that no one had seen them. "What are you doing, Mr. Khan! Let go of me! Someone might see us!", Zoya hissed. "So?", Asad casually asked, "What's the big deal, now? You're my fianc and I have every right to romance you." Did he just say that? Zoya looked absolutely flustered. Using his free hand, Asad pushed away a stray strand of her hair, from her face, letting his index finger, brush over her face. Zoya looked away, as she found a shy smile, forming against her lips. Asad buried his forehead in the nape of her neck and kissed here there, gently. Zoya fisted the sides of her dress in between her palms, as she shut her eyes, tight. Asad pulled his head away from her neck and began to stare at her lips, instead. They were slightly parted, tempting him, all the more. He leant forward, parting his own lips, slightly and placed them on hers. Zoya's eyes sprung open, but she didn't retreat. She returned the kiss to him, placing one of her hands on his shoulder and the other one holding the back of his neck. They pulled away after a few seconds. Zoya immediately turned on her heels, ready to sprint away, but Asad pulled her back, again and wrapped his arm around ger waist. "Thank you.", he whispered, while Zoya smiled, unable to meet his eyes for more than a second.

"Oh my God! You guys are so naughty!" The love birds pulled apart as Megan bounced towards them, her phone in her hand. Grinning, she thrust her phone into Asad's hands, letting him see the picture she'd taken of the bpth of them, when they'd kissed, leaving both Asad and Zoya absolutely embarrassed. Asad handed the phone back to her, as he cleared his throat. Megan turned her attention back to the picture. "Aww! You two look so romantic!", she swooned. She suddenly gasped, "I'm so sorry guys! The picture got a little blurred there." She pointed toward a tiny part of the picture, which had got little distorted and continued, "Can you guys do that again, please? I really want proper picture of it!" She looked at Asad and Zoya hopefully, while they turned to face each other, absolutely exasperated. That was one crazy night!

Hope u guys liked it. Thnx for reading.

Ramya