AsYa FF: Inevitable Love *UPDATED* Chapter 15 pg.36 *Final Chapter* - Page 3

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Chapter 4

Asad

He had just returned home from the office unable to concentrate on anything. He almost blew a business merger and only saved this new investment by a smidge. He was worried. What was this girl doing to him? He'd never been so consumed with something or someone that he was unable to go about his normal routine. But Ms. Farooqui . . . she was under his skin. It would no longer do to ignore that.

As he stepped into the house, he headed straight for her room. He raised his hand to knock but decided not to. What if she was asleep? He didn't want to wake her. He opened the door as quietly as possible and entered her room. She was awake but what scared him the most was the red blotchy bruising he saw on the left side of her currently bare mid-drift, that he shouldn't be looking at but he couldn't look away.

She was hurt. Badly from the careful way she was rubbing the lotion into her bruise. Just then she looked up, alarm in her eyes as she saw him standing there.

She quickly pulled her blouse over his bruise and sat up straighter.

"Mr. Khan what . . . what are you doing in here?" her voice had an almost panicky edge to it.

She would see a doctor now even if he had to force her to. There was going to be no discussion on this matter.

Zoya

Zoya stared at Mr. Khan as he stared back, his gaze penetrating. She could feel the heat of his gaze even as she looked away from his intense stare. She didn't know what was happening between them if anything but she knew that her heart was beating faster and faster still as he moved more into her room shutting the door behind him.

"Were you going to tell anyone about that?" He asked gesturing to her left side. She winced. She hadn't planned on it. She was hoping the bruising and redness would disappear with time.

"I . . . no. I wasn't." she admitted.

"I'm calling the doctor. He'll take a look at that and we'll see how to treat it properly."

"Allah Miya, Mr. Khan. I told you I don't need a doctor." Zoya got up from the bed and stood in front of him. He wasn't going to dictate what she did. She wasn't a child. She was capable of taking care of herself.

"I have an ointment for the soreness and the redness. It'll be fine." he rolled his eyes and looked away from her. "It will be fine Mr. Khan. No need to worry about me." She pressed her lips in a thin line with that comment. She hadn't meant to insinuate that he was worried about her.

He looked back at her belligerently, "Worried about you? Why would I be worried about you?" he said his voice hard. "You're a guest in my home and Ammi would be hurt if anything happened to you that could have been prevented."

She smiled a small smile to herself. He was trying too hard to be cool about it. She fixed her face into a mask of detachment. "Right. I understand and I wouldn't want Phoopie hurt but I have it under control. I can take care of myself."

She turned away from him and heard him scoff.

She spun back around and faced him anger in her eyes. "What was that sound for?"

He answered her in just the same angry tone as she spoke to him, "You . . . take care of yourself? That is laughable. You couldn't take care of a plastic plant, much less yourself."

"Oh really?" she fired back. "No one asked you Mr. Khan. If you don't mind, I'd like you to leave."

He turned to do just that and she muttered under her breath, "Stubborn man."

He spun around to face her with hard eyes. "What did you say?"

She looked him square in the face and said, "Ziddi."

He stared at her for a long moment and when she started to think he wasn't going to say anything he said, "Impossible." and slammed out her room.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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Chapter 5:

Zoya

"Allah Miya! What's wrong with Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan? What gives him the right to tell me what to do?" Zoya huffed and plopped down on her bed. She stared at the door in anger as if waiting for him to barrel back through, take her over his shoulder like the caveman he no doubtedly was and carry her to the emergency room.

She laughed to herself and got up throwing a towel over her shoulder with a clean change of clothes and going into the bathroom.

As Zoya straightened her bright pink blouse over her black jeans and fiddled with her hair she thought back to her earlier conversation with Mr. Khan.

"It will be fine Mr. Khan. No need to worry about me."

"Worried about you? Why would I be worried about you?" he said his voice hard. "You're a guest in my home and Ammi would be hurt if anything happened to you that could have been prevented."

He was doing it for Phoopie's sake was he? She wasn't sure she bought that explanation but she was sure it was the only one she'd be getting from Mr. Jahapana Six-Packs. She laughed inwardly. "Mr. Neat and Tidy. Mr. OCD. Heh." She laughed under breath.

She stepped out of her bathroom only to stop abruptly at the sight of Mr. Khan and . . . a doctor? No, he didn't. He absolutely didn't.

He phoned a doctor even after she told him not to? Oh the nerve.

"Mr. Khan, what are you doing? Why is he here?" she asked trying hard to keep the gussa out of her voice.

"He's here to treat the bruise on your waist." He told her flatly. "I told you that you needed to see a doctor."

"And I told you that I didn't need to. Why can't you just trust me? Do you even listen to what I say?" She was restraining from shouting in front of the doctor.

He ignored her. That just made her angrier. He told the doctor to give them a minute and then turned back to her as the doctor left the room. "I listened. I just chose to ignore you."

"Why you . . ." she stepped closer to him wishing she could slap his arrogant face and knowing she never would when she started to fall tripping over her own Coke can. She did the only thing she could think of in a panic and grabbed on to his shirt front and tugged to keep herself upright. She didn't want to split her skull on the floor.

But her plan failed because he lost his balance by her abrupt action and was falling with her but managed to maneuver them in time and they both fell onto her bed.

Well this seemed familiar, Zoya thought to herself. He was looking at her again with that look. That look she couldn't understand or make sense of. But still she couldn't look away because his deep dark eyes were all that filled her vision.

*Mitwa Ishq Pe Zor Nahi*

He looked down suddenly breaking their intense staring match and then she realized why. Her blouse had ridden up. It wasn't like the ones she normally wore where she could tuck it into her jeans. This one was long but too long to tuck in without looking ridiculous and it was one she reserved to wear at home.

Her bruise was showing. Mr. Khan was looking at her bruise with unreadable eyes. She sucked in a breath when coolness touched her sore, red bruise. Mr. Khan was touching her bruise with tentative fingers that soothed the achy skin.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was gruff. She didn't know what to say. He was touching her . . . again. Her words got stuck in her throat.

"Mr. Khan? What . . . what are you doing?" she breathed out softly.

He seemed to snap out of the haze that she had too been under and his hand moved away from her skin. He stood up abruptly and turned away from her.

She stood up quickly unsure what to say when he started to move towards the door.

"Mr. Khan?" she called after him.

He stopped but didn't turn.

"It hurts." She answered his question. She thought he nodded but she couldn't be sure. He started towards the door again when she called him back.

"Mr. Khan?" she called. He paused again.

"But I'm fine Mr. Khan. No doctor needed." She pleaded.

This time he just walked out without acknowledgement and she wondered if he'd listen to her this time or would ignore her wishes again.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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Chapter 6:

Asad

He had done it again. Lost his head around her. When she fell and he saw her exposed bruising, he didn't have any other thought but how painful it must be. It certainly looked that way and it was warm to the touch. So warm and red. His other thought was whether it could be internal.

She refused to see a doctor. Again. If anything happened to her he'd live with the guilt forever. Ammi would never forgive him for doing nothing when he could have. He had to make her see sense.

"Bhaijan." Najma came up behind him, "I'm going to college now. Khuda hafiz."

"Khuda hafiz, Tomato." He replied absentmindedly, if she noticed his distraction she didn't say anything but left soon after.

A crash from the kitchen brought Asad out of his thoughts and back to the present. Zoya was bustling around the kitchen while Ammi stood off to the side and looked at her with a smile on her face.

"Phoopie, let me serve you lunch today. You need a rest. Have a seat." He heard Zoya saying. Ammi sat down while Zoya set out portions for her.

"Asad, come have some lunch." He noticed Zoya's demeanor change when Ammi called to him. The smile on her face faded and she didn't even look at him. He took his seat at the table while Ammi was in the process of getting up to fix his place settings.

"Nahi, Phoopie. I'll serve him." Zoya said surprising Asad. He looked up at her, really looked at her because he could study her now without fear of her catching him as her face remained averted to him throughout her serving.

Her hair was plaited in a long plait over her left shoulder. Her lips more scarlet today than usual. She looked beautiful. He smiled to himself then looked at Ammi not realizing she'd been doing a bit of staring of her own. Only she'd been observing him by the looks of her knowing smile.

Asad cleared his throat looking away and thanked Zoya. "Shukria."

"You're welcome." She replied. She walked away moving to leave the kitchen.

"Zoya." Ammi called after her just as he was about to. "Are you not having lunch?"

"I . . . I'm not hungry Phoopie. I'll have something later." She replied fleeing. He heard her room door close.

Zoya

"Allah Miya." Zoya flinched as she touched her waist. Her bruise must be inflamed because it hurt . . . it really hurt. Bad.

Maybe she should have let the doctor examine her. Oof Zoya. She pulled her shirt back down and decided to pay Mr. Khan a visit. She only hoped he wouldn't gloat when she told him she wanted to see a doctor now.

She knocked on his door but it was open so she stepped inside not really caring if he scolded her for entering without permission. He could scold her after he called the doctor.

"Mr. Khan?" she called out as she entered. When her eyes lifted. Her palms raised and covered her gaping mouth.

Mr. Khan stood in the middle of his bedroom shirtless wiping his face with a hand towel.

Get out of there Zoya. He hasn't seen you yet. Allah Miya!

Before she turned to leave she found herself giving his 'six-pack' a once-over and when she reached his face, he was looking right at her. She gulped.

She turned and made to run out of the room before she further embarrassed herself but stopped in her tracks when he spoke.

"Ms. Farooqui!"

TO BE CONTINUED . . .