AsYa FF: Inevitable Love *UPDATED* Chapter 15 pg.36 *Final Chapter* - Page 2

Chapter 2

Zoya

"Allah Miya, what's wrong with Mr. Khan?" she muttered to herself as she closed her room door behind her. Her mind flashed to Mr. Khan and her; him pinning her to his bed and brushing her cheek, the look in his eyes. "What?"

She sat down heavily on her bed. "Allah Miya, I'm so confused. First he hates me, then he was nice to me, then he barely talks to me and now this?" she shook her head.

She lay back on her bed deep in thought. "Something's going on with Mr. Khan and I'm going to find out." she declared.

Asad

He slammed his fist against his forehead, "What's wrong with you?" He couldn't believe his behaviour with Ms. Farroqui today. He'd never done anything like that before with her. I mean why would he? She was just a guest in his home. She meant nothing to him. Then his mind flashed to Zoya falling on him after he accidentally pulled her off the bed in Mangalpur. He shook his head to dispel the image. "No. She means nothing to me. Nothing."

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Asad sat down and opened his laptop, feeling some work would distract him from his wayward thoughts. But it didn't work. All he kept seeing was her face, all the memories of their time in Mangalpur, even the tragic ones. He opened his palm and looked at his wound. The one he'd given himself after he thought she was dead.

Weirdly, it was shaped like a 'Z.' He hadn't forcibly carved her name into his hand. It just happened that way. But it was like she'd branded him with part of her, even if temporary. He closed his laptop in defeat knowing her couldn't concentrate on work now.

*knock knock*

Oh God, please don't let it be her again. I can't face her. "Asad?" It was his mother.

Dilshad entered the room holding a cup of coffee. She handed it to him and gestured for him to sit.

"Asad?" she started.

"Yes, Ammi?" he answered taking a drink of his coffee.

"Is everything okay? I mean I wouldn't ask but since you and Zoya came back from Mangalpur, you've both been acting differently. I just don't understand why but something seems off." she finished.

"I don't know what to tell you, Ammi. I'm fine. But things would have been easier had Zoya not shown up in Mangalpur. I-" his mother cut him off holding his damaged palm.

"Asad, what happened to your hand?" she asked alarmed.

"Nothing Ammi, don't worry. I'm fine. Just a small accident." he replied. "I'm going to finish this coffee outside."

He couldn't talk about Mangalpur anymore. With his conflicting feelings for Zoya, it just kept it all at the forefront of his mind.

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He saw Zoya mulling about in the kitchen when he stepped out of his room, his mother right behind him. She told him she was going upstairs to rest and left the room.

Zoya winced while raising her arm to open the cupboard, pulling back to rub near her ribs. Asad stared at her confused. She'd said she wasn't hurt, that she didn't need a doctor. Was she lying?

She was walking out of the kitchen wincing as she went clutching her side. She was hurt. When she saw him standing mere feet away, she straightened and tried to walk normally, ignoring him. He put his coffee down and looked at her waiting to see how long she'd keep up the ruse. She continued walking but stumbled and he caught her lifting her into his arms.

"Mr. Khan, what are you doing?" she protested. "I can walk perfectly fine on my own."

He didn't answer, he just took her back into her room and put her in bed and because his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, he brushed her hair from her eyes as she looked silently on.

"You're hurt." he said as statement. He wasn't asking because he already knew the answer. "I'm calling a doctor." he said simply.

"Allah Miya, what's wrong with you Mr. Khan?" she sat up and he knew she was going to try and defy him. "I'm fine. I'm just a bit sore."

"You need a doctor." he replied looking into her eyes hoping his unwavering penetrating stare would intimidate her to do what he asked just this once.

"Oh really? I need a doctor? And how are you so sure Mr. Khan? Do you have a medical degree that I don't know about?" He'd never noticed before because he was always too busy and too angry when fighting with her but she was even more beautiful in anger. Funny but even more confusing how he was noticing these personal details about her now.

"Fine. Just rest okay." he muttered and she stared at him stunned most likely wondering how he'd conceded their sparring this time and she'd won.

She leaned back against her pillows and closed her eyes. Asad stood there for another minute watching her. Watching how her incredibly dark, thick lashes fanned her cheeks and how her long equally as dark hair fanned across her white pillows. She was beautiful even in sleep.

God, he needed to leave her room before he did something stupid like touch her cheek again. With an exasperated sigh, he left, closing the door behind him.

Zoya

She opened her eyes as soon as the door shut. What was going on with Mr. Khan? He acts so unchanged since Mangalpur but just now he was watching me sleep. Can't believe I fooled him. My eyes weren't closed fully so I could just barely see him but what I saw was enough.

He was watching me sleep.

Zoya felt more confused than ever but she was definitely going to find out what was up with Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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Edited

you are a fab writer. totally loved this update. my favourite part is;

So glad you guys are liking it! I'm sure you noticed this but I'm taking it slow with Asad and Zoya and the romance because I just know because of their characters it wouldn't happen immediately so I'm working up to it. Stay tuned. . .

Chapter 3

Zoya

When Zoya woke up, she saw a mug of water and a glass half-filled on her bedside table. "Where . . ." she trailed off when she heard a knock at her bedroom door.

She sat up, "Come in." she answered. It was Dilshad. She smiled as she sat down on the side of Zoya's bed. "How are you this morning? Asad told me you weren't feeling well."

At the mention of Mr. Khan Zoya stiffened. She remembered thinking about him, mulling over his behaviour before finally falling asleep last night. She'd never really given real thought to Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan because he was just so . . . so . . . infuriating! He pushed all her buttons. He was so judgmental and he didn't approve of anything she did. She had even briefly considered asking him for his help in finding her Abbu but that was now a passing insanity when she'd stupidly thought he was a spy. A spy? How stupid Zoya.

She had to admit though that he fought very well. Maybe she wasn't so stupid in thinking he was a spy because he was very secretive. All those late night visits. He even threatened to kill her on numerous occasions. Allah Miya, he even pointed a gun at her. She shook her head clearing the thoughts.

But then Mangalpur happened and it seemed like she'd been wrong about him. He took care of her even when he was insulting her. He couldn't know her parents were a sore topic for her but it hurt nevertheless. She didn't know why she cared what he thought about her but somehow she did. She cared. That's why his insults hurt her so much. But still he took care of her. The look in his eyes when he'd dug her from her grave, well; she wouldn't be forgetting that anytime soon.

But then they came home and he became immediately detached. He asked her if he should call her a doctor and when she said no and they parted ways, he just shut off from her like what they went through didn't matter. But this last day she'd noticed something. Something that made her think he wasn't nearly as unaffected as he made it seem about what happened while they were away.

"Zoya? Zoya." Someone was shaking her. Oh Phoopie. She had momentarily forgotten that she was there.

"Sorry, Phoopie" she said smiling wanly. "Where'd you go Zoya? You were so lost in thought; I've been trying to get your attention for a while now."

"Sorry. I just think I may be need more rest." she said trying to deflect anymore talk about her being ill. She knew what was wrong. The skin near her ribs was badly bruised. She didn't know how it happened. It must have been when they put her in that grave. She shuddered.

When Dilshad left she gingerly lifted the hem of her top and looked at the sore red skin that spanned her left side from her hips to right above her navel. She picked up some ointment in her bedside table and rubbed it on gingerly.

As she was pulling her blouse down, she lifted her eyes up and saw Mr. Khan standing there staring at her with alarmed eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

lovely!!!

OMG...!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't have words to describe this FF

You are a brilliant writer 👏...gosh I so wished this would have happened in the show, but alas...bad luck for us.
At least your story makes us droolll...please continue