Bekaraar - FF | suspended - Page 27

He leaned in and kissed on her nape while she threw her head back in pleasure. She had dreamt it of a lot of times and when it occurred, it felt so beautiful. He picked her up and kissed her fully ravishing her mouth. Soon he laid her down on the grass and continued nibbling and kissing her. Both of them were so lost in each other that they failed to notice a person standing just around giving a hard stare at Zoya.

"I will never let you live in peace!" the person thought and glared at Zoya and left the place angrily.

Asad lied back on the ground and stretched his left hand out. Zoya kept her head on his left arm and snuggled close to him while he wrapped his arm around her petite frame. He smiled at her and closed his eyes just feeling her close to him. His heart had then seemed to beat yet again which had stopped beating ever since his father had walked up on his family. Zoya passed her hand on his chest feeling his six packs through his thin shirt and just enjoying doing it. He smirked at her and felt the pleasure it gave him. It felt so right to him! "I love you Zoya" he spoke, his eyes closed and head thrown back because of the pleasure he got by Zoya caressing his six packs through his shirt. "I love you too" she spoke and then rested her head on his chest just above his heart. She then kissed his heart, "This belongs to me". He smiled replying, "It surely does".

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Back in bhopal

Location : near lake.

"Humeira why don't you just understand?" asked Ayaan frustrated to hell! "I don't understand? I should I ask this to you Ayaan! Why… just why don't you understand? We loved each other, didn't we? Where that love did went now Ayaan? Why are you doing this to me? To us?" Humeira shouted back at him. "For the n^th time Humeira, I.Dont.Love.You!" spoke Ayaan emphasizing each word "I love someone else Humeira… I… I just don't love you!"

"Then what was that Ayaan? That care… that care which you had for me when I was sick? Even after knowing my ammi was the one because of which you abbu were in jail, you came to look for me when I disappear from the house, why did you took care of me when I was so sick? You could have just let me die, no Ayaan? Then why? Just why?" Humeira fell on her knees crying bitterly.

"I was just concerned for my best friend Humeira, the best friend I see in you" Ayaan spoke, turned back and left the place.

Humeira stood up with a new determination in her and thought, "It's all because of you! I hate you!"

She turned on her heels and left for her home.

Location : Khan mansion.

"Arey… do it fast! They would be back any moment!" shouted dilshaad as the servant rushed to do the required work.

Finally after what seems like hours, dilshaad and najma stood in the middle of the garden and looked around with a smile etched on their faces. The whole place was decorated beautifully with white and blue combination. A banner stuck above which read, "Happy birthday to the best son and brother ever!"

Dilshaad and najma had spent the whole day decorating it. In all the fuss, Asad had forgotten his own birthday. Starting from sending Asad and Zoya out to make them come late was all the plan of dilshaad.

Location : outskirts of Bhopal

5 hours back

"Asad, can we go to mall please?" asked Zoya cutely, resting her chin on his broad chest. "Alright" he spoke while Zoya squealed and sat up fast. "Let's go then!" she spoke happily, took a hold of his hand and started to pull him up. "You seriously think you can do this Zoya?" asked Asad while Zoya pouted after her failed attempts to make him stand on his feet. He chuckled and stood up. Giving her a kiss on her cheek he started to move towards the car while Zoya stood there frozen.

"Zoya, you want to come or not?" he asked which broke Zoya's trance and she too went to the car.

They both drove to the mall and Zoya bought a few things for anwar and zeenat. She bought something for Asad too but didn't let him knew of this thing.

Present

They were driving back to their home and Asad was actually tired. Just as they entered the house, he was greeted with an eerie silence. Zoya took a hold of his hand and guided him to the backyard.

He was all shocked to see the scene in front of him. The place was beautifully decorated and there stood dilshaad and najma with a big smile etched on their faces. He looked up at the banner and felt tears brim his eyes. Then came anwar and zeenat from the back with anwar having a cake in his hand and smiled at him.

Zoya loosened her grip on his arm and nudged him to go to dilshaad. Asad went to his ammi and hugged her tight with a few tears slipping down from his eyes. This was the first time after that faithful day, they were going to celebrate his birthday, and he was going to celebrate his birthday. He then went and hugged najma and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

Dilshaad took him to the cake and handed him a knife. He cut the first piece and made dilshaad have it. He then made najma, Zoya, anwar and zeenat to have it.

"Always have this smile on your face. You know how much it hurts me to not see my son smiling? Promise me, you will never let this smile go away" said dilshaad with tears glistening in her eyes. "I promise ammi!" Asad said. "Bhaijaan! I got a gift for you" spoke najma excitedly while she handed him a gift box. "Thanks tamatar" he smiled at her. "Open it na!" she spoke ever so cutely. "Okay…" he opened the gift and saw a wrist watch, one which he had dreaded to have when he was small. "It is the best gift tamatar" he kissed her forehead while najma hugged him tight "I knew it that you would like it!" she broke the hug and then spoke, "Bhaijaan sing na please…. My favorite song… please, please, please…." Pleaded najma. "Okay" he spoke while najma squealed and went to have his guitar. Anwar and zeenat smiled at the family ahead of them and thanked Allah to give their princess a ammi like dilshaad, a sister like najma and a guy who loved her to no extent. They retired to their room letting Zoya, Najma, Dilshaad and Asad to have some time for their own.

Asad sat on the couch with his guitar in his hand and the three most beautiful ladies surrounding him.

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila day...
Aanso teray saaray meri palkoon pay saja day...

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila day...
Aanso teray saaray meri palkoon pay saja day...

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila day...

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila day...
Aanso teray saaray meri palkoon pay saja day...

Tuu her ghari her waqat meray sath raha hai...
Haan yeh jism kabhi door kabhi paas raha hai...

Jo bhi gham hain yeh teray unhain tu mera pata day...

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila day...
Aanso teray saaray meri palkoon pay saja day...

Mujh ko to teray cehray pay yeh gham nahi jajta...

Jaiz nahi lagta mujhay gham say tera rishta...
Sun meri guzarish isay chehray say hata day...
Sun meri guzarish isay chehray say hata day
Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila day...
Aanso teray saaray meri palkoon pay saja day...

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila day...

Asad sang as najma squealed and listened to the beautiful song sung by her very own brother. Zoya smiled at the best song she had ever heard. Not because it was atif's song, all because it was sung by her very own Asad.