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read the whole series... it was awesome... bookmarked your index... ll read all others after exams


you're fabulous Fizzi

When wil u update dear?
Waiting egarly

Thanks for the wonderful story..

I have Lately started reading fan fics and oh my my this is what i started with its wonderful

hi there! read this ff in one go! Its sooo amazing! Plsss update- really Really REALLY wanna knw what confessions were gna come... plsss

Such an amazing story, so glad that i read it and now can't wait to read about the confession

plzzz update soon...waitin 4 d last part...I'm desperate 😭

Plsss update! Wanna knw what zoya tells Asad:) xxx

read it in a go super cute :D

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Zoya sat with her limbs tight around him as Asad waited for her to proceed with her interrogation. She hesitated and passed him a reluctant smile while he shrugged. He couldn't really help her much until she said something. And at this point he wanted to end all these talking procedures, wanting to get back to his business. But Zoya was nervous. Their relationship was now beginning to mature, she didn't want any kind of problems or hindrances now. It had taken her every ounce of sacrificing her self control to stop this right here and proceed with her inhabitations.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Asad grabbed her face in his palms, making her look at him.

"Asad, whatever I say or ask you right now, does not change the way I feel about you. It does not change the fact that I'm crazily in love with you. It's not-"

"Zoya! I get it. Now shoot." Asad smiled and linked his arms around her waist.

Zoya sighed and began, "Do you love me? Or is it just, you're my wife and I should respect you and blah blah shit?"

Asad grinned and pulled her closer, signaling her to bring her ear forward so he could whisper something in it. Zoya frowned but did what she was asked to do.

"I love you. There are absolutely no doubts or indifferences in my head about this relationship. There is no reason for you to be insecure. I'm yours and you're mine. I wouldn't let you leave even if you wanted to. I'd chain you up but keep you with me forever." Asad whispered softly in her ear.

Zoya gasped in awe at the tender yet agonizing words of her husband. This is what she wanted to hear and was afraid that she'd be disappointed. But this man right here was anything but a disappointment. At least lately. Initially he was nothing but a disappointment.

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Asad hugged her back, burying his face in her hair and inhaling her gorgeous fragrance. Zoya pulled out after a few seconds and placed a tight kiss on his lips.

"I love you more. Always." She said, locking her forehead with his.

Asad caressed her cheek and brought his lips to her forehead, kissing her softly.

"And now.." Zoya smirked, raising her eyebrows appreciatively at Asad. She pushed into him even more and Asad groaned.

"I was supposed to seduce you! I was the seductress, remember?" Asad giggled.

"Nope. Your confession has made me better. I don't need you to act all horny anymore." Zoya flashed her dimples.

"Acha? I'll show you horny!" Asad tickled her thighs making her throw her head back and laugh to her heart's content. Slowly, her laughter turned to silence and then throaty moans. Asad's fingers became gentle but extremely pleasurable. He kissed her throat whilst feeling her beautiful body with his fingers.

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"PARIS! Mereko abhi Paris jaana hai!!" Zoya yelled on top of her voice, standing on the bed.

"Zoya no Paris! And what's with this mereko and tereko language? Stop talking in such a disrupting manner." Asad reprimanded her.

Zoya just narrowed her eyes at him, "You know what I wanna do to you right now?"

"Probably pull me back into bed?" Asad smirked and asked her.

"No! I wanna rip your head off and bang your head somewhere!" Zoya yelled.

"How can you rip my head off and then bang it somewhere?" Asad questioned her, infuriating her further.

"Look, Mr. Zoya Farooqui, don't screw around with my head alright? I said I wanna go to Paris that means I WANNA GO TO PARIS! I don't care how. I'll go grab some other man but I'm going" Spot on.

"Another man? Like he'll be able to satisfy you the way I do." Asad pulled up his collar.

"How would we know until we find out?" Zoya smirked.

"You're not going to do anything like that." Asad warned her in an all serious mood.

"Huh! See if I care. In fact, I'm gonna try that new dating website. 'Made-4-each-other.com'! I'm sure I'll find a rich man to get a trip to Paris." Zoya said and walked past him.

Asad pulled her back just in time, gripping her back to his chest, " I said you're not doing anything like that. I'm the only man who's going to touch you or take you out. Alright?"

Zoya's breath got stuck somewhere in her throat as she felt the possessive vibes in his voice. She felt herself being turned over.

"Pack your bags. I'll get our Visa done." He kissed her on her lips and walked out, leaving her dazed.

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"Main Asad Asad chillaungi, kurta phaad ke! WOOO!" Zoya yelled on top of the Eiffel Tower, clearly out of her senses. Asad held on to her and passed a nervous laugh to the onlookers.

"Zoya! You're not wearing a kurta!" Asad gritted his teeth.

"Oh yeah! I'll just rip open this dress." Zoya proceeded to unzip her beautiful D&G dress but Asad held her arms.

"Wait until we get back to our room, baby." He whispered softly. He didn't know a few glasses of wine could get him tipsy too.

Zoya pouted and gave Asad an eager look, "That's it!" Asad said after seeing her face, picking her up in his arms and walking back down.

"Yay! We're gonna have sex!" Zoya giggled on her way back down.

"Oh yes." Asad purred in her ear and smirked.

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"WAIT!!!!" Zoya yelled, just as Asad was gonna plunge inside of her.

"What? I'm running out of self-control, Zoya!" Asad said in a deathly voice.

"I think I'm pregnant." Zoya said softly.

"What?!" Asad pulled back and sat up immediately.

"Yeah." Zoya sat up too, clutching the sheet tight around her.

"You think so? You aren't sure?" Asad stared at her with huge, expectant eyes.

"I threw up a few times in the last week and when I took the test it was positive." Zoya sighed.

"Well, that means you are pregnant!" Asad let out a huge groan of happiness and pulled her closer.

"No no! Don't get too happy. Mereko abhi doctor ke paas bhi jaana hai."

"Again that same word. I'll have to send you to some etiquette classes." Asad screamed at her. What was happening to her language? Who was teaching her all this?

"Doesn't matter, you think Arif would stop influencing me?" Zoya clamped her mouth as soon as she'd said the name. Oh shit! What had she revealed!

Asad's ears stood up immediately, "Arif? Who is this person?"

"Arif? I never said Arif! I..umm, I said a leaf! Yes. A leaf could not stop influencing me!" A leaf? What!

"You mean to say that a leaf is teaching you all this stuff? Come on Zoya, I heard Arif! Out with it now!"

"Promise me you won't yell at me." Zoya pouted.

"Who is Arif, Zoya?" Asad's temper was rising with every passing second, the erotic eagerness long forgotten.

"He's Najma's boyfriend…" Zoya said softly.

"WHAT?! Najma has a boyfriend? She's dead. Dead." Asad got up to pull up his boxers and grab his phone when Zoya pulled him back down.

"Asad, don't! I promised Najma and Arif I wouldn't tell you before them!"

Asad relaxed a bit and said, "My baby sister has a boyfriend now."

"She's 22, Asad! You're already looking for a guy to get her settled with. Arif is a nice man."

"Yeah! I can see by the way you've been talking lately." Asad mocked her.

"Ae please! Mereko and tereko is so cool! I love it." Zoya smiled.

"I'll spank you the next time you use those words with me." Asad pinned her back under himself.

"But I'm pregnant no." Zoya showed her famous puppy dog eyes.

Suddenly Asad's eyes softened and he bent down to kiss her forehead. "I love you. I can't thank you enough for giving me this. I love you so much!" Asad nuzzled his nose with hers.

"I love you, too! Just be the way you are. With junior too." She pecked his lips.

"Always." Asad murmured before losing himself in her.

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Author's Note below! (: