AsYa FF Something Changed Thread#1 (Updated Chp 23 Pg 107) - Page 2

Could picture everything happening right there in my mind. Your writing is simple yet very captivating. Keep writing sweetie and welcome to the forum. *hugs*

Rachyy

here's part 3. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

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Chapter 3

Well this was great , Asad thought to himself. This girl really wanted to make him feel worse about himself! He had just admitted he was wrong about the whole Mangalpur incident and here she was complaining about something else he did. That was the limit. Just when he thought he was understanding her, she proved him wrong. Some people just never change. Calling her Zoya didn't change her from being Ms New York. His eyes became hard and intense as he thought about her and a sudden streak of anger overcame him.

Little did Asad know that the real reason for his anger was that he realized how many times he was wrong to her. But being Asad, he would never accept this.

'Ms Faruqui!' He began and turned to face her.

His sudden rage started to fade upon seeing her eyes flooded with tears. Tear which she held back in front of everyone. He cursed himself as his gaze softened as he looked at her. He tried to return to his previous viciousness but couldn't. He then recalled all that she just said. The pain was evident on her face. Around his Ammi and Najma, she would be full of life but now, she was too broken. Too broken to even realize she was crying, that too in front of her Mr Akdu Ahmed Khan. Uff no.. that too in front of Mr Akdu Ahmed Khan he mentally corrected himself.

Zoya's attention was diverted when she felt a hand on hers. Asad himself did not realize when he did this. His cool fingertips gingerly brushed hers and she felt a tingling as she realized Mr Khan was trying to comfort her.

Zoya almost pinched herself. Mr Khan was being this gentle with her? She thought back to when he had found her and kissed her forehead. Never did she feel more secure than in his arms, after being through so much. But she never imagined she would experience this again. After all, Akdu would remain Akdu. But she was proven to be wrong. Here, when she was breaking down, overflowing with emotions, the one there to once again save her was no other than Mr Khan. The very thought made her feel warmer inside, she could not deny.

He himself was confused over his actions. Nevertheless he gave her a comforting squeeze. He could barely hold himself back before going forward to wipe her pearly tears. He could not bear to see this Zoya. This lifeless Zoya. This Zoya in pain. Most of all he could not bear to see her tears.

Seeing Zoya breakdown even more, he understood she needed someone now more than ever and placed his arm around her shoulder. ' Asad what the hell are you doing!' he thought to himself , rolling his eyes out of frustration. He started to regret it especially when Zoya didn't react, she just remained still. He was about to remove his arm with soft look of dejection when, with no resistance Zoya leaned into him like a little child would to her mom or dad while crying uncontrollably. It was as if is she had given up trying to be strong and let herself drown in her tears. Asad was a bit relieved as he no longer had to move his arm, an action which would have ached him more than he would imagine.

'Shhh.. It's okay it's all over now , Zoya. And about your dad'I know I tore your paper.. but what you did that day was not acceptable. You can't just barge into my life. Realising what he had just said, he corrected himself. 'I mean, Ayaan has nothing to do with you' He said still recalling his previous anger and mentally cursing himself for voicing his true feelings. 'Anyways , I'm sorry.'

'Allah miyan! What's wrong with you!' she said as she pulled back. 'You're still justifying your anger and your stupid actions, Mr Khan!' she said in a teary voice that made even her want to laugh at the way she sounded.

This girl is unbelievable. She is crying in so much pain yet has time to argue with me.

'Did you not hear the I'm sorry part?'

'Oh' she said sheepishly. She hadn't even realized he had said it. ' But..stil'you can't just go around hurting people all the time Mr Khan. You assume things which is wrong. I agree our thinking is different but that doesn't give you the right to judge me. And what would ' I'm sorry' do now.'

Asad could tell she was about to get into another long discussion and maybe he might have been blessed with some of her shayiri as well.

He cut her off. 'Anyways, I am sorry. And I'll help you to get back that address. I promise'

'Really?'

'Mhmm. It's the least I can do ' He replied.

'You're right. It is the least you can do! Hmph.Anyway that should be easy for you, right Mr Jasoos?' she joked.

She was truly incredible. After all that happened, she was still in the mood for jokes even with tears spilling down her cheeks.

And with that they both laughed slightly. She placed her head back on chest and her hand on his. She could her his heartbeat, which was daring to outrun her own. How did this happen, she thought to herself? Me in his arms? Allah miyan whats wrong with me! Her eyes then lowered as she admitted to herself that she liked the feeling of being held by him. The only place she felt safe. The only place she had comfort. Do I give him the same? Psh no he is like a rock, Zoya. Whatever she said as she slightly shrugged her shoulders and then closed her eyes, embasking in the complacency his strong, muscular arms offered.

He didn't know when her crying subsided but all he remembered were those words she said to him right before. 'Thank you, Asad, for tonight', she had said with a small smile and her dark eyes full of gratitude and care. Just the way she said it. The way she pronounced each syllable of his name A-sad brought a smile to his face. Hearing her utter his full name with those luscious lips and every ounce of emotion, did something to him He gave her the warmth and reassurance she needed while he felt relieved to have her in his arms. To feel her, to know that she was safe. Never again would he let anything harm her. Not even himself, He thought sadly.

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He felt more at peace with himself and at the fact that he helped her to feel better. His tired, sleepy eyes threatened to close as he and Zoya held hands. He no longer saw flashbacks of that night. All he could see was Zoya. All he could feel was Zoya. The small smile on her face that appeared because of him made him feel like the luckiest man on earth. He felt as though warmth radiated off of her tiny body. A warmth that he had been trying to shake off and might probably spend the rest of his life trying not to feel it but tonight, he embraced it wholeheartedly.

Although this was the best he felt in a long time, he was perplexed by his emotions and tried to justify himself. When he could find no good enough reasoning, he gave up but made note to himself that thiss was the first and last time. His guard was no longer up and his walls had crumbled down. He wasn't sure he would have it any other way though, he knew it would take all he had to rebuild them. With two minds about it, he held her a little tighter. Finally, his weary eyes gave up and he gave in.

Sleep overcame him sooner than he thought as he kept Zoya in his embrace as though she was his most precious and cherished possession.

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Just imagine Mitwa iSHQ PE Zor Nahi playing in the background as he close his eyess! Thats what I did 😳❤️

Next : Chapter 4

THIS IS SUPER DUPER AMAZING! ;D

Please continue this! :) Your writing is simply beautiful! :)

varsha