AsYa FF Something Changed Thread#1 (Updated Chp 23 Pg 107) - Page 5

Thanks for all the support and encouragement!!!😛😳 here's part 6 read and enjoyy, more written'mitwa' moments coming up soon guys😳🤢

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Chapter 6

Zoya paced up and down. Then looked at the clock. And continued walking and fretting. It was a continuous action for her now. Mr Khan had not reached home yet and Zoya was worried sick. Dilshad and Najma were worried too. Especially after their fight and the mention of Asad's father, they feared what Asad might do. Zoya tried his cell phone a million times but to no avail.

'Don't worry, Zoya, Asad should be home anytime now' Dilshad tried to reassure her and herself.

Despite her anger and hurtful feelings over his words, she couldn't help but be concerned. After all she caused it. Well not directly anyway, she told herself. Biting her nails, she resumed her jittery behavior.

Both Dilshad and Najma noticed her behavior and were quite astonished to see her like this. Zoya had cleared up their misunderstandings about the whole garden incident but that did not mean that they had given up on the thought of Asad and Zoya. Still, this side of Zoya was a treat to watch, moreover, because of the way Asad treated her before he had left.

Zoya's mumbling and grumbling was suddenly cut off by the cracking open of the door, as a dazed stunted Asad walked in, almost oblivious to the environment around him.

'Allah miyan what's wrong with you?' and at once, she snapped at him, bringing him back to reality, as she walked up to him and started her scolding session.

'What the hell! Don't you know how worried I was? I mean Phupi and Najma were so worried. After that fight, you just left without telling me'.. I mean Najma anything? At least you could've answered you bloody phone!! I tried calling you so many times. Do know how many morbid thoughts were on my mind when you didn't show up? I was so afraid'. ' This earned her a questioning look from Asad, accompanied by some sort of contentment, along with surprised yet happy expressions from Phupi and Najma. 'No I mean, we all tried. Well, tried calling him. I mean ,you' what I mean to say is that, I '..' She stumbled on her words and sighed. She gave up on changing her I's to we's and continued without caring what they would get out of her words.

'Yes, I was scared! You just left like that! What if something happened to you? What would have happened to me! Im not sure you are very aware Mr Khan but you aren't exactly mentally stable! Especially after the crap I told you, you would have been in a bad state and you expect me to not to worry? Allah miyan!' She blurted out all at once and then it dawned upon her what she said and she covered up herself saying ' It would been all my fault, I would have felt guilty!' Though, as Asad could see, her eyes revealed her last sentence to be wrong.

'Haan, bhaijan, bhabhi was so worried. We too were worried, Ammi and I but Zoya was out of her mind.' A small snicker from Dilshad and horrified faces of Asad and Zoya made her realize what she said.

'Uff sorry! But it's not like she's anything less! Look at the way she is reprimanding bhaijan. Like a total wifey wife' She said trying to lighten the mood. Zoya was absolutely flushed.

'Tamatar! Chup! And I am absolutely fine. You all don't need to worry. Anyway now that I am home we can watch your movie Najma'

'Arre haan, I almost forgot'

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Dilshad and Najma were waiting in the living room for Asad and Zoya to watch the movie. Asad had gone to freshen up while Zoya took up the task of making him coffee. Seeing that he had not yet come out of his room, she decided to take it to him.

Her heart raced as she approached his room. Why? She did not know. Or maybe she did. She almost turned back but, inhaling deeply, she knocked twice and upon receiving no reply, she took the liberty of entering.

The sight that met her eyes made her concern grow. Asad was seated on the sofa in his room looking lost in thoughts. But what she noticed even more was that he was shirtless. What caught her eyes was not the six packs though, what she did notice made her troubled and shaky.

'Asad what happened to you? Are you okay?' She came and gently setting his coffee on the side table, immediately ran to the bathroom and got a first aid kit.

'It's okay Zoya. It's nothing, nothing at all'

'Nothing? What the' Look at those bruises and look at your hand! How could you say that's nothing? How did this happen?' She questioned but received no answer.

Without wasting time and waiting for him to answer, she sat next to him and she set to work on his bruises. She felt tears stinging in her eyes. Asad surely got into a fight or damaged himselfsomehow or the other. However it may have happened, it was because of her. And it wasn't about guilt or responsibility, it was about care. About her not wanting him to be hurt.

Asad's eyes followed her every movement as she cleaned and applied salve on his wounds. She bandaged his hand which was hurt and had a bloody cut. He thought of all his dagger shaped words. How was it possible for her to still care about him this much? To try and heal his wounds? He himself did not know which wounds he was referring to. When she was done, he tried to reach his white kurta on the side but extending his arm, he felt pain from one of his wounds and gasped.

' NO! I'll get it' Zoya warned.

She got the kurta and gave it to him. Witnessing his difficultly in wearing it, she coyly asked ' Shall I do it?'

He then stood up and gave it to her after her persistent insisting. As gently as she could, she helped him to put in on, from time to time, caressing his arm. She was now directly in front of him and just a few centimeters away. Her hands slowly moved from his arms to his chest to close the buttons, though she had to admit, she would have rather left them unbuttoned. As this thought crossed her mind, she knew it. Her face would surely be looking like a cherry about to pop. His closeness did something to her. She was suddenly very anxious. She was not the only one affected, though. Asad too, was completely and totally overwhelmed by their proximity. She always did this to him and even on a day like today, when he was trying to keep his feelings aside, more so, after what had done to her, he could not deny it.

Just then Dilshad and Najma came after waiting for them for too long which caused them to step away from each other. They noticed his wounded hand but he brushed off their concern saying that Zoya bandaged it and it was a minor wound. Taking his coffee, he joined then to watch the movie 'A Walk to Remember', as per Najma's wish.

For the rest of the night Asad avoided Zoya. He sat the furthest he could have possibly sat away from her. Even as they paused the movie to get snacks, he was quiet. He spoke to his Ammi and Najma a bit but even they realized he was still quite down, and they noticed he refrained from starting any conversation with Zoya. Even her messy popcorn eating did not shake him. Zoya too was very quiet as she observed Asad.

The movie progressed with both Dilshad and Najma giving their comments about the couple and how in love they were. They dropped words for Asad and Zoya , of course. For example, 'Opposite do attract, na, like what we see here. Well I mean, 'here' in the movie' along with others which were just ignored by the both of them.

However, Asad began feeling extremely uncomfortable when the sad part of the movie kicked in. He got flashes of Zoya being buried and his fear for her as he watch the boy in the movie worried like hell for his girlfriend who was on the verge of death. He felt all the fear, all the pain that he had felt that day. Unable to bear it he got up and walked out, saying he would come back just now. Zoya stood up at once and stretched her neck to see where he was going. He was going towards the door, and outside to his car.

Not again, she thought. Telling this to Najma and Dilshad, she followed him out to his car. ' Allah miyan what's wrong with you? You can't just walk out without saying anything all the time, you know.'

'But I did say I was going out and I'd be back just now' he replied.

'So what? Where are you going now? At this time of the night? I know you're going to say it's your house and you could do whatever you want to do, so save me the lines. I am coming with you.'

Asad knew that it would be futile to persuade her so after taking Dilshad's permissions both got into his car.

'There goes all my effort to stay away!' he grumbled as he put on his seat belt.

'Did you say something?' Zoya asked in an accusing tone.

'Nothing, nothing at all' he replied giving her a sarcastic smile.

'That's what I thought' was her response in an ever so righteous voice.

He scoffed and started the car. There was no doubt this was going to be a lengthy drive, with his uninvited guest.

Deep down , though, Asad knew he was indeed glad to have her company, even if she was mad at him. Even if he was in his worst state.

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Next : Chapter 7