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Part 17
He completed his break fast and stood up to leave for office. Opening the car's door, he placed his laptop bag beside and searched into his pocket for his cellphone. He realised that he'd left it at the dining table itself. He sighed and got down from the car saying ''Allah Miyan whats wrong with me these days...!!'' only to find Zoya standing infront of him with his cellphone in her hand.
She controlled her laughter to the best, not letting him know that she'd heard him say HER dialogue, that he would often get fed up hearing to.
He got embarrased seeing her infront of him, knowing that she wouldn't have missed out his words.
He was broken out of his trance by her words, ''Aap isse andar table par hi bhool gaye they...''
''Haan.. Woh... Mai bas lene hi aaraha tha... Shukriya !'' he said pinching his forehead and trying to sound normal.
She turned around to go inside knowing that this was the longest conversation they could ever have. She had given up on him long back on this account.
On the other hand, he wanted to ask her if she wanted him to get something for her as he'd heard about craving of different foods during pregnancy, but wasn't sure how to ask her. He was still thinking about it in his mind when he saw her turning around to go inside the house.
He immediately held her hand in a hurry, finding it the easiest way to prevent her from going.
She was surprised when she found her hand being held by him just so that she wouldn't go. Though he hadn't said that, she knew he didn't want her to go and instead had to say something. She expectantly looked into his eyes, finding them lost in hers.
It was only after a few seconds, he realised what he'd done and that she was waiting for him to speak up for his action. So he came up with his usual, ''Ummm...woh...main...actually... Woh mai sonch raha tha aaj shaam ko...agar... a a p k o ...'' He closed his eyes, let out a small sigh and firmly continued, ''Aap ko kuch chahiye toh nahi tha..?? Mai shaam ko aate waqt le aa sakta hu...''
He saw the range of expressions on her face, changing from confused to amused to a composed one.
She hadn't expected him to ask THIS out of the blue. She was really happy that he was making advances. It made her heart flutter in joy. But she didn't want to give in yet, so she bluntly said, ''Ji nahi... Agar mujhe kuch chahiye hoga...toh mai ammi ya Najma se keh dungi...''
She saw his face fall and hated herself for doing that. But she had to do it ! For the baby and for them !
''Allah Hafiz'' she said and turned around to leave, hearing a faint ''Allah Hafiz'' from him.
He reached his office and soon got engrossed with his clients, meetings and projects; though Zoya would come into his thoughts every now and then.
oOo
Two days passed like this; with him trying to get closer to her, not leaving any chance to speak to her and getting into a conversation. But he found that she wasn't giving in to the relationship like earlier and all his efforts were in vain. Though she never gave him a chance to complaint and never snapped at his words. It was just that she'd avoid any long conversations or spending extra time with him.
She behaved like everything was normal. Najma and Dilshad were very happy to have their Zoya back. Dilshad was really proud of her son, that he had finally managed to make some progress in his life.
She could see how he was always behind Zoya with some or the other lame excuse, very much unlike him. She thanked Allah Miyan for the positive changes in him.
Asad had noticed how sweetly Zoya talked to them everytime, being herself. But when he was around, she got into her silent or one- liner mode.
It was sunday evening. Asad was as usual occupied with his laptop on the couch in the living room. Najma and Dilshad had gone for some shopping leaving Zoya behind, as Asad's zimmedari.
Asad told them that they needn't worry and assured them that he would take care of her.
She was busy cooking dinner in the kitchen and he, every once in a while looked up from his laptop to have a glimpse of her.
She knew his eyes were on her and that made her really conscious. She had to avoid looking at him, pretending to be absorbed in her work. And she was pretty successful in it. Asad was again disappointed at her reaction but couldn't help finding himself involuntarily adoring her.
Her silky black hair that spread across her shoulders and fell till her waist; Her eyes that spoke volumes and depicted her every emotion; her full lips that looked only seemed to look more luscious since her pregnancy. He couldn't forget the feel of them and how soft they'd felt every time he kissed her.
His eyes wandered below to her sleek, tender neck followed by her collar bones; which was mostly hidden by the dupatta that she'd draped around her neck.
He shook himself to look back into his lapop, but was stopped by the sight of her baby bump. It wasn't very prominant but couldn't even be ignored. Anybody who looked at her would be able to tel that she was three months above pregnant.
He suddenly felt a wave of emotions rush through him. He intently kept looking at his angel who would probably be giving him the most precious happiness of the world, his baby.
Suddenly his phoned ringed and brought him out of his thoughts. He was busy attending his secretary on the phone, discussing about some new project, when he heard Zoya's horrified scream from behind; Followed by the noice of dropping of some utensil.
He immediately turned towards her direction, panic attacking him. He saw that she was shaking her hand vigorously in air with water dripping from it.
He shouted, ''Zoyyyaaa !!!!!'' and ran towards her.
He caught hold of her burning hand, the reality still sinking in. She had probably burnt herself with the hot boiling water that was kept on the stove.
She was in so much pain, not even letting him touch her hand. It was clearly visible from the frown on her forehead and the tears which were falling from her big doe-shaped eyes.
It pained Asad more to see her in that state. His eyes became blood red looking at her state. Without wasting any time, he made an urgent move and took her to the close by tap, turning it open in one go and held her hand below the cold water, letting it flow.
He found his anger rising with her hand reddening every passing second. He shouted, ''Aapka dhyaan kahan tha...?!!?!! Ye kya kiya aapne... Haath jalaa diya apna !!! Aapse kisne kaha tha garam paani wale bartan ko uthaane ko !!!?! Aapko ehsaas bhi hai mai kitna darr gaya tha... Agar aapko kuch ho jaata toh !?'' he said it all in one go, venting out all the frustration that had built up these days.
She looked at him and found the same pain in his eyes that was in hers a few seconds ago. She saw the worry on his face and tried to calm him down by saying, ''I'm sorry... Wo galti se haath se phisal gaya...'' her eyes on his hands that held hers.
He felt her loosen her hand a bit, indicating that the burning sensation was dying out giving place to relief and that she wanted him to leave her hand. But he couldn't trust her with herself anymore.
He closed the tap and carried her to the bedroom. She didn't say a word all the while. She knew it would only make him angrier and she did not want him to have the satisfaction that she cared for him.
He carefully placed her on the bed and left, only to return in a few seconds with the first aid box. He stretched her hand and placed it on his opening the anti-burn gel.
He heard her flinch at his touch and that only broke his heart further, bringing tears in his eyes. He carefuuly applied the gel on her hand and was about to pull the sleeve of her dress a little higher when she stopped his hand mid way saying, ''Nahi...rukiye... Mai wahan khud laga lungi... Zyada upar tak nahi jala hai...''
He could feel hesitance in her voice which only made him feel distant from her. She doesn't even want me to come close to her now, forget close not even touch her, he thought. Not knowing that there were scars below the veil, she didn't want anybody to see !
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Prev part - Page 125
Here's part 17 to my lovely readers !
Took less than an hour to write it down today ! Now dont ask me why after a week ! Lol
Lazy meee you know !! 😆
You guys made me really happy with the comments for the previous part ! 😃
Thank youu sooo mucchhh everyyy one ! 🤗
Hope you guys like this part too ! 😊
DO NOT FORGET TO PRESS THE LIKE BUTTON PLEASE ! REQUEST !!
Some of you just rush to comment forgetting to like it at the first place ! 😆
And yeah... Any body having a wish list ? Maybe I could fulfil any of it ! Just let me know...😉
Have a happy boring weekend !
He completed his break fast and stood up to leave for office. Opening the car's door, he placed his laptop bag beside and searched into his pocket for his cellphone. He realised that he'd left it at the dining table itself. He sighed and got down from the car saying ''Allah Miyan whats wrong with me these days...!!'' only to find Zoya standing infront of him with his cellphone in her hand.
She controlled her laughter to the best, not letting him know that she'd heard him say HER dialogue, that he would often get fed up hearing to.
He got embarrased seeing her infront of him, knowing that she wouldn't have missed out his words.
He was broken out of his trance by her words, ''Aap isse andar table par hi bhool gaye they...''
''Haan.. Woh... Mai bas lene hi aaraha tha... Shukriya !'' he said pinching his forehead and trying to sound normal.
She turned around to go inside knowing that this was the longest conversation they could ever have. She had given up on him long back on this account.
On the other hand, he wanted to ask her if she wanted him to get something for her as he'd heard about craving of different foods during pregnancy, but wasn't sure how to ask her. He was still thinking about it in his mind when he saw her turning around to go inside the house.
He immediately held her hand in a hurry, finding it the easiest way to prevent her from going.
She was surprised when she found her hand being held by him just so that she wouldn't go. Though he hadn't said that, she knew he didn't want her to go and instead had to say something. She expectantly looked into his eyes, finding them lost in hers.
It was only after a few seconds, he realised what he'd done and that she was waiting for him to speak up for his action. So he came up with his usual, ''Ummm...woh...main...actually... Woh mai sonch raha tha aaj shaam ko...agar... a a p k o ...'' He closed his eyes, let out a small sigh and firmly continued, ''Aap ko kuch chahiye toh nahi tha..?? Mai shaam ko aate waqt le aa sakta hu...''
He saw the range of expressions on her face, changing from confused to amused to a composed one.
She hadn't expected him to ask THIS out of the blue. She was really happy that he was making advances. It made her heart flutter in joy. But she didn't want to give in yet, so she bluntly said, ''Ji nahi... Agar mujhe kuch chahiye hoga...toh mai ammi ya Najma se keh dungi...''
She saw his face fall and hated herself for doing that. But she had to do it ! For the baby and for them !
''Allah Hafiz'' she said and turned around to leave, hearing a faint ''Allah Hafiz'' from him.
He reached his office and soon got engrossed with his clients, meetings and projects; though Zoya would come into his thoughts every now and then.
oOo
Two days passed like this; with him trying to get closer to her, not leaving any chance to speak to her and getting into a conversation. But he found that she wasn't giving in to the relationship like earlier and all his efforts were in vain. Though she never gave him a chance to complaint and never snapped at his words. It was just that she'd avoid any long conversations or spending extra time with him.
She behaved like everything was normal. Najma and Dilshad were very happy to have their Zoya back. Dilshad was really proud of her son, that he had finally managed to make some progress in his life.
She could see how he was always behind Zoya with some or the other lame excuse, very much unlike him. She thanked Allah Miyan for the positive changes in him.
Asad had noticed how sweetly Zoya talked to them everytime, being herself. But when he was around, she got into her silent or one- liner mode.
It was sunday evening. Asad was as usual occupied with his laptop on the couch in the living room. Najma and Dilshad had gone for some shopping leaving Zoya behind, as Asad's zimmedari.
Asad told them that they needn't worry and assured them that he would take care of her.
She was busy cooking dinner in the kitchen and he, every once in a while looked up from his laptop to have a glimpse of her.
She knew his eyes were on her and that made her really conscious. She had to avoid looking at him, pretending to be absorbed in her work. And she was pretty successful in it. Asad was again disappointed at her reaction but couldn't help finding himself involuntarily adoring her.
Her silky black hair that spread across her shoulders and fell till her waist; Her eyes that spoke volumes and depicted her every emotion; her full lips that looked only seemed to look more luscious since her pregnancy. He couldn't forget the feel of them and how soft they'd felt every time he kissed her.
His eyes wandered below to her sleek, tender neck followed by her collar bones; which was mostly hidden by the dupatta that she'd draped around her neck.
He shook himself to look back into his lapop, but was stopped by the sight of her baby bump. It wasn't very prominant but couldn't even be ignored. Anybody who looked at her would be able to tel that she was three months above pregnant.
He suddenly felt a wave of emotions rush through him. He intently kept looking at his angel who would probably be giving him the most precious happiness of the world, his baby.
Suddenly his phoned ringed and brought him out of his thoughts. He was busy attending his secretary on the phone, discussing about some new project, when he heard Zoya's horrified scream from behind; Followed by the noice of dropping of some utensil.
He immediately turned towards her direction, panic attacking him. He saw that she was shaking her hand vigorously in air with water dripping from it.
He shouted, ''Zoyyyaaa !!!!!'' and ran towards her.
He caught hold of her burning hand, the reality still sinking in. She had probably burnt herself with the hot boiling water that was kept on the stove.
She was in so much pain, not even letting him touch her hand. It was clearly visible from the frown on her forehead and the tears which were falling from her big doe-shaped eyes.
It pained Asad more to see her in that state. His eyes became blood red looking at her state. Without wasting any time, he made an urgent move and took her to the close by tap, turning it open in one go and held her hand below the cold water, letting it flow.
He found his anger rising with her hand reddening every passing second. He shouted, ''Aapka dhyaan kahan tha...?!!?!! Ye kya kiya aapne... Haath jalaa diya apna !!! Aapse kisne kaha tha garam paani wale bartan ko uthaane ko !!!?! Aapko ehsaas bhi hai mai kitna darr gaya tha... Agar aapko kuch ho jaata toh !?'' he said it all in one go, venting out all the frustration that had built up these days.
She looked at him and found the same pain in his eyes that was in hers a few seconds ago. She saw the worry on his face and tried to calm him down by saying, ''I'm sorry... Wo galti se haath se phisal gaya...'' her eyes on his hands that held hers.
He felt her loosen her hand a bit, indicating that the burning sensation was dying out giving place to relief and that she wanted him to leave her hand. But he couldn't trust her with herself anymore.
He closed the tap and carried her to the bedroom. She didn't say a word all the while. She knew it would only make him angrier and she did not want him to have the satisfaction that she cared for him.
He carefully placed her on the bed and left, only to return in a few seconds with the first aid box. He stretched her hand and placed it on his opening the anti-burn gel.
He heard her flinch at his touch and that only broke his heart further, bringing tears in his eyes. He carefuuly applied the gel on her hand and was about to pull the sleeve of her dress a little higher when she stopped his hand mid way saying, ''Nahi...rukiye... Mai wahan khud laga lungi... Zyada upar tak nahi jala hai...''
He could feel hesitance in her voice which only made him feel distant from her. She doesn't even want me to come close to her now, forget close not even touch her, he thought. Not knowing that there were scars below the veil, she didn't want anybody to see !
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Prev part - Page 125
Here's part 17 to my lovely readers !
Took less than an hour to write it down today ! Now dont ask me why after a week ! Lol
Lazy meee you know !! 😆
You guys made me really happy with the comments for the previous part ! 😃
Thank youu sooo mucchhh everyyy one ! 🤗
Hope you guys like this part too ! 😊
DO NOT FORGET TO PRESS THE LIKE BUTTON PLEASE ! REQUEST !!
Some of you just rush to comment forgetting to like it at the first place ! 😆
And yeah... Any body having a wish list ? Maybe I could fulfil any of it ! Just let me know...😉
Have a happy boring weekend !
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