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Okay, right now, I have a lot of reasons for writing this OS.
First, the super hot dance that awaits us. Second, my exams are on the verge of finishing.
I'm super happy! 😆
Coming to the point now.
This is a two parter. So PMs will be sent for both parts. :)
And please, to make my work a teeny-weeny bit easier, send me buddy requests. PMing becomes easier.
😳
It's a light hearted one, and nothing offered, except for smiles! 😃
And this OS is specially dedicated to Ankita aka MsHumptyDumpty, my favourite friend on this forum. Thanks for always being there Ankie. ❤️
Happy reading. 😳
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Zoya lied on the bed, completely engulfed in Asad Ahmed Khan's muscular arms.
Her face faced his, and they were fast asleep.
2 years, 6 months, since they got married. Everything was just beautiful.
Marital bliss, the right term, for what both of them were experiencing. Life had become a bed of roses.
A ray of sunshine found its way through the translucent, white curtains and gently hit Zoya's face.
She blinked quickly and opened her eyes.
Her lips shaped into a wide smile.
Zoya looked at the way he had caught hold of her. Tight. Very tight. Making sure that she was his, and his only.
Asad had finally found the destination of his life, he had found the happiness of his life, he had found the love of his life.
Zoya brushed aside the hair that fell on his big eyes, and leaned forward.
She gave him a little kiss on the forehead and made her way out of his long hands.
Just as she was making her hair into a bun, the clip held between her teeth dropped down and her jaw was wide open.
She quickly ran back to the bed and shuffled through the bed sheet, desperately searching for her phone.
"Calendar, March, 25... Oh come on!" she said, to an unresponsive mobile.
Her eyes popped out.
"Oh no! Today is the 25th. I was right!" she exclaimed.
A disturbed Asad rubbed his eyes, and searched around for the source of the noise.
Zoya quickly went to him and put him back to sleep. Once she made sure he was asleep again, she quickly slipped into the shower.
---00---
"Pineapple, vanilla or chocolate?" said a puzzled Zoya, standing by the stove.
She was in a navy blue kurta, with lot of sequin work. It was the first gift Asad gave, on her birthday last year.
Usually, Ammi would be busy in the kitchen by this time, but today it was her day out with her girlfriends, after a very long time.
Just then, she caught her tamatar passing by, Najma.
"Najmaaa!"
She ran towards her before she left for college.
"Yes Zoya, bhabi?" said a chirpy Najma.
"Do you know which flavour Jahapana likes? I mean, in cakes?"
Najma quickly wondered why Zoya was asking her that question.
"OMG! Today is Bhaaijaan's birthday!"
Zoya hit her on the head.
"Why do you think Zoya Farooqui, I'm sorry, Zoya Ahmed Khan, is awake so early? Now come on, tell me will you?"
"He loves chocolate"
"Ah. So he's a chocolate boy?" said Zoya sharing a quick giggle with Najma.
She quickly hugged Najma, sent her off, and got back to her baking.
"Mission chocolate cake"
---00---
Zoya wiped off the tiny drop of sweat that travelled down her forehead.
Her apron was stained with chocolate over, her cheeks were a combination of flour and cake batter.
Slowly, she put the icing onto the cake's circumference.
In the center she wrote :
"Happy birthday Jahapana six pack"
She was just the same. Nothing was different about her.
Except one thing, her last name.
But she was proud of her last name. After all, it was something that told the world, that she was Asad Ahmed Khan's wife.
Zoya quickly took the cake and placed it on the dining table.
She threw her apron over the kitchen counter and took more interest in making sure that the cake was just perfect, rather than cleaning the mess she had just created.
After Zoya felt everything was set, she looked at her watch. It was just 8'o clock.
She settled down on the chair of the dining table and waited for her husband to arrive.
---00---
"Zoya! Zoya! Where's my blue tie?"
He came into the hall searching for Zoya. Shirt open and untucked.
"Zoyaa..."
Asad paused just after he entered the kitchen.
She lied there on the floor. Unconscious.
---OO---
Part 2 : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3490313/asadzoya-os-the-best-birthday-ever-part-2-up?pn=8
First, the super hot dance that awaits us. Second, my exams are on the verge of finishing.
I'm super happy! 😆
Coming to the point now.
This is a two parter. So PMs will be sent for both parts. :)
And please, to make my work a teeny-weeny bit easier, send me buddy requests. PMing becomes easier.
😳
It's a light hearted one, and nothing offered, except for smiles! 😃
And this OS is specially dedicated to Ankita aka MsHumptyDumpty, my favourite friend on this forum. Thanks for always being there Ankie. ❤️
Happy reading. 😳
-----------------
Zoya lied on the bed, completely engulfed in Asad Ahmed Khan's muscular arms.
Her face faced his, and they were fast asleep.
2 years, 6 months, since they got married. Everything was just beautiful.
Marital bliss, the right term, for what both of them were experiencing. Life had become a bed of roses.
A ray of sunshine found its way through the translucent, white curtains and gently hit Zoya's face.
She blinked quickly and opened her eyes.
Her lips shaped into a wide smile.
Zoya looked at the way he had caught hold of her. Tight. Very tight. Making sure that she was his, and his only.
Asad had finally found the destination of his life, he had found the happiness of his life, he had found the love of his life.
Zoya brushed aside the hair that fell on his big eyes, and leaned forward.
She gave him a little kiss on the forehead and made her way out of his long hands.
Just as she was making her hair into a bun, the clip held between her teeth dropped down and her jaw was wide open.
She quickly ran back to the bed and shuffled through the bed sheet, desperately searching for her phone.
"Calendar, March, 25... Oh come on!" she said, to an unresponsive mobile.
Her eyes popped out.
"Oh no! Today is the 25th. I was right!" she exclaimed.
A disturbed Asad rubbed his eyes, and searched around for the source of the noise.
Zoya quickly went to him and put him back to sleep. Once she made sure he was asleep again, she quickly slipped into the shower.
---00---
"Pineapple, vanilla or chocolate?" said a puzzled Zoya, standing by the stove.
She was in a navy blue kurta, with lot of sequin work. It was the first gift Asad gave, on her birthday last year.
Usually, Ammi would be busy in the kitchen by this time, but today it was her day out with her girlfriends, after a very long time.
Just then, she caught her tamatar passing by, Najma.
"Najmaaa!"
She ran towards her before she left for college.
"Yes Zoya, bhabi?" said a chirpy Najma.
"Do you know which flavour Jahapana likes? I mean, in cakes?"
Najma quickly wondered why Zoya was asking her that question.
"OMG! Today is Bhaaijaan's birthday!"
Zoya hit her on the head.
"Why do you think Zoya Farooqui, I'm sorry, Zoya Ahmed Khan, is awake so early? Now come on, tell me will you?"
"He loves chocolate"
"Ah. So he's a chocolate boy?" said Zoya sharing a quick giggle with Najma.
She quickly hugged Najma, sent her off, and got back to her baking.
"Mission chocolate cake"
---00---
Zoya wiped off the tiny drop of sweat that travelled down her forehead.
Her apron was stained with chocolate over, her cheeks were a combination of flour and cake batter.
Slowly, she put the icing onto the cake's circumference.
In the center she wrote :
"Happy birthday Jahapana six pack"
She was just the same. Nothing was different about her.
Except one thing, her last name.
But she was proud of her last name. After all, it was something that told the world, that she was Asad Ahmed Khan's wife.
Zoya quickly took the cake and placed it on the dining table.
She threw her apron over the kitchen counter and took more interest in making sure that the cake was just perfect, rather than cleaning the mess she had just created.
After Zoya felt everything was set, she looked at her watch. It was just 8'o clock.
She settled down on the chair of the dining table and waited for her husband to arrive.
---00---
"Zoya! Zoya! Where's my blue tie?"
He came into the hall searching for Zoya. Shirt open and untucked.
"Zoyaa..."
Asad paused just after he entered the kitchen.
She lied there on the floor. Unconscious.
---OO---
Part 2 : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3490313/asadzoya-os-the-best-birthday-ever-part-2-up?pn=8
