Part 3
"Don't worry Ms farooqui, nothing will happen. Stop panicking." He assured her but looked like luck was not in their favour today. Due to the heavy rain asad could not see the small bump on the road ahead. He hit the bump which made the car swerve.
"Mr khan what is this?" Zoya asked while clutching asad's shirt in fear.
"I-I can't c-control the car." The car got off the road and into the jungle on the side of the road. Asad left the steering wheels and hugged Zoya to make sure if the car hits any tree then she would get the minimum impact of it.
The car slipped on the mushy land which had become like quick sand due to the rain.
Asad and zoya shut their eyes tight and clutched each other, silently praying to god to save them.
The car came at a halt with a screech. The front tires got stuck in the mud which made the vehicle to stop before it hit any tree. Asad and zoya were still hugging each other. Zoya opened one eye and saw that the car had stopped and there was no damage done to them. She was breathing heavily, "a natural reaction after this near death experience, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Asad is holding me in his arms and that I can feel his hot breaths on my neck." She tried explaining herself.
"Mr. Khan…?" she called Asad in a low voice.
"Hmmm?" was all he managed to say.
"Can I panic now?" she tried sounding stern but failed.
Asad disentangled himself from her. He looked around then again turned to Zoya, taking off his seat belt he scooted closer to her, cupped her face and asked, "Zoya are you ok? Tumhe kucch hua toh nahi?" his voice was filled with concern for her. His one hand remained on her cheek while he ran his other hand on her arms to check for any signs of injury.
Zoya was shocked. Asad had called her Zoya, not Ms. Farooqui, and he was concerned for her.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Oh thank god." He hugged her again, this time in relief. He was glad to know Zoya was okay. He broke the hug and nervously ran his hand through his hair. Now they had to figure out a way to reach home.
"Mr. Khan, now what? How will we reach home? I told you to drive slow, but no, why would you listen to me? Allah miyan what's wrong with you Mr. Khan? Why do you always take me so lightly…?"
"Ms. Farooqui, instead of fighting can we please find a way to get out of this situation." He interrupted Zoya's rant. He tried to start the car again but the wheels were stuck and the car refused to budge an inch.
"Mr. Khan you have such a nice well-built body, can't you push the car out of this goddamn puddle?" she said sarcastically.
"Well Ms. Farooqui even though I have a 'well-built body' I'm sorry I can't push such a big car." He spat the words angrily.
"He can fight off 10 goons together but he cannot push a car." Zoya mumbled to herself.
"Did you say something?" he asked her even though he clearly heard what she said. Zoya shook her head and checked her phone but there was no signal.
"Allah miyan what's wrong with this phone? These network provider companies boast confidently about their excellent network which can found in the most isolated of places but when you actually need it, my phone has no bars." She shouted loudly. 😡
"Let's go out and see if we can get a lift." He said calmly.
"I am not stepping out into this raging storm." Zoya crossed her arms across her chest. Asad tried not to think of what that action did to her chest. He shook his head to get back to his I-don't-care demeanor.
"Fine have it your way. I'm going out."
"Mr. Khan you are just going to leave me alone in this car?" she pouted. "Aw, she is adorable." A voice said inside Asad's head, but he quickly dismissed that thought.
"Look Ms. Farooqui you have two options, either you come with me or stay in this car. It's your call." He opened the door, stepped out in the rain and started walking towards the main road.
Zoya looked around her and thought, " what if there are wild animals here?"
She stepped out from the car, wrapped her dupatta over her head to protect herself from the rain and ran towards Asad.
"Mr khan… Mr khan wait for me." She shouted loudly as she made her way towards him.
Asad heard her call him and he smiled. He knew she would come. He stood at the side of the road with his back facing Zoya. He had worn a white shirt which was now sticking to his body like a second skin due to rain.
Zoya reached near Asad but in her hurry she tripped over a stone and fell, before she could hit the ground Asad caught her and held her tightly against his chest. His hands were wrapped protectively around her waist. They looked into each other's eyes and they forgot the world around them, they forgot that they were practically stranded, they forgot that they were completely drenched. They simply stared at each other. (Mitwa ishq pe zor nahi playing in the background) 😳
A loud thunder brought them back from their dreamland. Asad loosened his grip on her but his hand still rested on her waist.
"I don't think any car will come at this time. It's pretty late we should spend the rest of the night in the car." He suggested after waiting for god knows how long. They started walking back towards the car. Zoya wrapped some part of her dupatta over Asad. Although it didn't make a big difference but Asad was still very touched by her concern.
They settled in the car, Asad noticed Zoya shivering so he switched the car heater on.
Asad's white shirt had become almost transparent and zoya's couldn't take her eyes off his chest, after all she always had a thing for his masculine chest and broad shoulders. 😉
"Uff how can he look the epitome of hotness even in this condition? Why is it that he always looks like he just stepped out of the GQ magazine. Ugh it should be a criminal offense to look this hot. I'm sure I look like a half-drowned cat. Allah miyan what's wrong with me? Did I just call him hot?" zoya thought. "well you can't deny the fact that he is smokin hot." A voice said inside zoya's mind.
Asad was also thinking about Zoya.
"Damn it. The wet kameez of her dress is showing off her perfect curves. Right now looking at her in this condition, I can only think of one thing – she is Aphrodite. I can't deny it, she is mesmerizing, always have been. This thing I knew from the first time I saw her at the mazaar. She looked beautiful in her red bridal dress, the colour red suits her. I couldn't take my eyes off her then and even now it's an uphill task to not stare at her like a love sick puppy…… wait "lovesick"? I'm not in love…… or am I?"
He turned to look at her, she was breathing heavily. He saw the rise and fall of her chest when she breathed and lips formed a cute pout. He just couldn't resist himself. He crushed her under him and smacked his lips to hers.
Zoya was shocked, it took her few seconds to register the fact that her Mr Akdu, Jahapanah six packs, Zille-e-ilahi Bond Khan was kissing her, "ZOYA FAROOQUI'.
The kiss was not gentle and sweet but hard and urgent and desperate. When she felt his hot tongue probing her to open up, it was then she realized it was not a dream. She was indeed being kissed by her Jahapanah. She opened up and allowed him entrance. She kissed him back with equal passion and fervor. Her hands moved into his hair as she pulled a handful of his hair.
Asad couldn't think of anything else when Zoya kissed him back. He angled his head for further access. When she pulled his hair, he groaned, he just couldn't get enough of her. His hands explored her body, her arms, her slender waist.
They broke apart when there was need for oxygen but his lips didn't leave her skin. He started trailing hot wet open mouthed kisses on her neck. She tilted her head to allow him to kiss her freely. He removed her dupatta and threw it in the back seat of the car.
The need to mark her as "his" was so overwhelming that he bit her neck until there was a huge red mark. Zoya screamed, not in pain but in pure pleasure. She felt something different, something she never felt before. She could feel a dull pain in her stomach. He brought his lips on hers again. Her hands moved inside his shirt and she dug her nails in his back.
"You don't know how badly I wanted to do that since we came back from mangalpur. You beguile me. What are you doing to me? Whatever it is, don't stop, I don't want it to stop." He whispered in her ear huskily.
"A-Asad!" Zoya closed her eyes and moaned his name.
Asad knew that he should stop now before it led to something else. If he didn't stop now he won't be able to control himself. He kissed her passionately one last time before pulling back. He looked into her eyes and felt like he would drown in them.
"Zoya, we should stop." He explained Zoya, but she pouted. She didn't want to stop.
"Zoya I don't want our first time to be in the front seat of my car." He smirked knowing that Zoya wanted him too. She blushed, her cheeks turning a darker hue.
"It's late, let's go to sleep. I'm sure we'll be able to find a lift in the morning." He pushed a button near the seat to make it horizontal. Zoya settled in the seat and curled her legs. Asad took his jacket from the back seat and wrapped it around her.
Zoya smiled and said, "Good night."
Asad kissed her forehead and whispered, "Good night Zoya." He also settled in his seat and draped a protective arm around her.
"Asad… are there any wild animals in this jungle?" she questioned sleepily.
Asad smiled at her cuteness and said, "I thought you were not afraid of anything and that you could look into the eyes of wild animals. What happened to my brave Zoya?"
Zoya didn't reply but her heart skipped a beat when he called her "his Zoya". How she wished she could pause and rewind that moment over and over again.
They both soon fell asleep. The rain had now become a drizzle and the moon had come out of the clouds and looked over the lovely couple sleeping in a sweet embrace. The next day they had a lot of things to sort out.
A/N – tada, the much awaited and anticipated Part 3. Please do comment and click the like button. Please overlook any mistakes. Sorry.
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