Winding down with Zoya - pt23 updt pg 60

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Winding down with Zoya

Asad walked into his house his laptop in hand walked over a pile of uno cards that lay all over the carpet, bent down to pick an empty chips bag that was on the floor near the table. Dumped that in the kitchen grabbed a glass of chilled water dropped his car keys on the console on his way out of the kitchen. He walked back to get to his room on the double, up the stairs with a small smile playing on his lips.

The smile on his lips was because he smelt strawberries wafting out of his room. That meant just one thing for months now Zoya was back where he thought she belonged. In his room, she was in his bathroom singing and hopefully still scrubbing for him to pounce on. Asad groaned at the sight that greeted him. Zoya was her usual self ...chirpy and now cuddly.

His dimpled darling was bent in two painting her toes and reciting her shayari to her esteemed audience her iPad and what was probably a skpye call with Aapi. Asad groaned and groaned louder when he realised that thankfully it was an audio call. Her tiny shorts and Long Tee was creating a typhoon in him. He smiled at her indulgently when he got a wave and a swat form her. A wave because that was her Hi! and swat on his arm because it was creeping up her back. She flayed her arms asking to go for his customary shower because she could wait no longer.

He smiled kissed on her forehead blitzed through his shower. He loved the sight that he came back to. Zoya had brought in the dinner tray - a couple of burritos, some salad and her favourite dessert - blue berry cheese cake. It was not the food that got him excited it was the idea that it meant lounge time with his darling after that got him smiling all over again.

"Hi Asad" she said " let's grab dinner soon" and "then you know it's thursday today! It's my evening remember"??? "Sure do" said Asad with a big smile and a quick peckon her lips. They quickly chomped through dinner. Asad carried Zoya back to the kitchen while she was carrying the tray and the napkins with a huge grin plastered on her face; all the while she was salivating at her Mr. 6 Packs.

Mr.6 packs was still the same - strong and fierce with world strong and subtle with her. She cleared up after dinner while he tidied his living room. Zoya smiled at him and made a mental note to put in a reminder to clear up as she goes along. Asad smiled in return enjoying her legs. CSI here I come thought Zoya.

She loved it... getting on the couch stretching with her Mr 6 Packs. He sat with his coffee and she in the crook of his arm and her eyes glued on TV. Asad could never see why she loved this crime show. He didn't bother as long as he had her with him for him to cuddle while she was engrossed in the show. He loved watching her face. He could tell what she was watching while he watched her. He hated it when she teared up even for the show. Almost every thrusday after the show she hugged thighter than she usually did thanking allah miya for Asad and his love, care and tenderness.

She saw what the world could be and what it was because of her Asad. She mostly stayed silent till he finished his listening to his podcast kissing him on his cheek, lips,ears fingers,or simply anything in her vicinity while she sat wriggling on him. Oh how he loved it! Zoya fiddling with him when they were both doing their own thing, doing it together ... what a perfect way to end a busy day.

He loved coming home to this. He loved coming home to his Zoya when Ammi and Najma were visiting friends like now or out for the evening.

The thought of his Ammi made his eyes bright. If he owed his contentment to Zoya he owed Zoya to his Ammi.

Did you guys like it??? Do you guys want to know what weekends were like ??

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I wanna know what the weekends are like!
This was really nice😊

Friday ramp up - part 2

The thought of his Ammi made his eyes bright. If he owed his contentment to Zoya he owed Zoya to his Ammi.

Asad got up from the couch, done with his coffee and ready for more action. His eyes showed his eagerness and he went about the next task. He picked up his phone called his Ammi to find out where they were. Harish his mother's friends gracious son was bringing them home. They would be there in 10 minutes Ammi assured him. She insisted he should head to bed and that she would let herself and Najma in. Although Asad enjoyed his time with alone with Zoya he was never comfortable with the two women out on their own. Harish was safe he knew but you never know with the roads. Dilshaad knew, no matter what she told him Asad would always wait up till he saw them home and would got to his room only after he wished them goodnight.

Dilshaad noticed the lights were still on when they were waving goodbye to Harish. Najma was happy with the chance to meet up new friends and Harish's sisters. They always got along famously and she also got a chance to hear about what life was like for them after college. She was still thinking of them when she groped for the key in her bag. Dilshaad stopped her and rang the bell. She knew her son and Zoya might need the time to recover if they were entangled. Dilshaad and sometimes Najma had walked into them when they were , well, entangled almost always Asad recovered with a smile while it was Zoya who turned red. Tammatar thought she must be called at least a cherry now if not tammatar senior Najma thought last time.

On the other side of the door Asad was happy to hear the bell. He quickly scooped up Zoya off his lap and he was amused to see her run up the stairs as fast as her lovely legs would carry her because she did not want Phuphi to see her in her shorts and hair all tousled. Asad's chest rose with happiness when he saw her run up to their heaven. She would wait for him; he knew restlessly in the room and somehow that felt delicious.

Asad opened the door to let his Ammi and Najma in. He saw their smiles and that warmed his heart. He got a quick hug from Najma who was now slowly gearing up to beat Zoya hands down in a talkathon. She told him everything, about the car that picked them up for dinner, the place, the food and the company all before she reached the couch. Asad was glad to hear her Dilshaad smiled and tugged at Najma's arm when she noticed that Zoya was not to be seen. Asad was looking at his sister still holding her hand. Dilshaad butted into the conversation and insisted that they call it a day. She swallowed the thought it was probably going to be longer before Asad and Zoya could get to sleep. She sent a prayer up for Zoya, she knew Zoya was the reason Asad smiled so easily these days. The creased forehead was replaced by crow's feet around his eyes. She would go to bed that night with the image of smiling Asad and cheerful Najma looking and talking to each other.

Asad hugged Najma and his Ammi again and wished goodnight.

The night was going to be good indeed. He came back to him room found Zoya sprawled on his bed and pounced on her. She was shrieking with pleasure. He loved the feel of Zoya under him and she loved his strength and his passion. Her took to her heights in no time. He flopped beside her pleasantly exhausted. They both enjoyed the quiet time that followed simply waiting for their breathing to return to normal. When they were ready they headed to the bathroom to quickly brush and hit the bed.

Asad loved watching Zoya drop off to sleep in his arms after they had shown each other how much they loved each other. Because she would go to sleep with a smile on her face. And wake up with a bigger one when she realised she could turn into Asad's chest to hide from the morning sun after a few hours of restful sleep.

Asad slept contended running his fingers over Zoya's arm till sleep over powered him. His last thought for the day brought a smile on to his face. He could feel Zoya's scar on her arm, it never mattered to him ever, Now it did not matter to her either. How he wished he could say the same for the rest that life had given her. They would deal with that later. For now he was just content squeezing her soft chest into his. "Tiger" she called him and she did that only when she was really high! That's how he felt now like a contented "Tiger" that had his fill.

Asad woke up in the morning like he expected with Zoya buried in his chest. He slowly set her aside drew the curtains before the sun got brighter. Freshened up and got ready for his morning jog. He came down to see his Ammi pottering in the kitchen getting ready for the day. She got was getting lunch ready. Because these days both Najma and Asad carried their lunches. Najma because she wanted to eat healthy and Asad because he wanted to work through lunch and head back early. He suddenly realised that working through lunch gave him a full uninterruputed hour that helped him get a lot more done. He would sometimes - if the weather was good- walk around his office with his Zoya for company on his phone sometimes flirting sometimes fighting!

Ammi saw Asad come down. She decided to take a pause and join him with coffee in the garden. Asad beamed at her and with that he cast aside his intention to go for his jog. He made a mental note to head back slightly early that evening and drag them all for a jog in the park after sun down.

He quickly scrolled through his emails. Today seemed easy no fire in the morning at work. He looked up at his Ammi and they chatted about everything for the next few minutes - from daily issues with the Maali to business realities. He could tell his Ammi was a relieved woman now. Why she felt so relieved he would probe during the weekend.

Najma walked in all ready for the day as did Zoya. They were shocked to see Asad at the dining table with his newspaper in hand and legs stretched out in the chair that was across STILL IN HIS JOGGING SUIT AND WITH HIS SHOES ON!! What in the heaven was wrong with him! He nodded to Najma's good morning Bhaijaan. Kissed Zoya on her cheek on his way up to his shower. Dashed down after his shower looking good enough to be eaten Zoya thought; in his steel grey suit and ice blue shirt. Gulped his breakfast down. Kissed his Zoya again loudly this time, hugged his Ammi and dragged a shocked Najma to the car to drop her off in her college before he headed to work.

He turned around and shouted over his shoulder to the women at home threatened them with a diner on the go "outside" if they were not ready for the evening stroll by 6.00. Zoya was not happy ; she was late waking up and that left her with little time with Asad but even more cross because of the pleasant soreness between her thighs which her Tiger was unaware off!! He winked at her. He was a sharp guy, he caught his Ammi's glistening eyes. He guessed why - he held her gaze and smiled at her , tugging tammatar to the car.

Ammi he knew was incredibly happy that her Asad was thinking of coming back home even before he stepped out. For the first time in his life he was doing what he wanted not what he had too. Her soul felt lighter that her Asad was like a newly married young man and not the ultra responsible young man who carried his family with utmost care. He still cared for them she knew but somehow he now seemed real and really happy. Zoya was infectious Asad's eyes misted when he saw his sulking wife smile at his mom and he did not miss their fingers laced together. He was happy this was -friday- the last day of his working week.

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👏 cant wait for the next part.

wow...this is nice. if you are going to continue, please do it soon.

Ready for a jog??

The office engulfed him. After he got to work he was in back to back meetings. Dealing with a particularly irritating client who had taken it on herself to wipe the cheer off his face.

She was with a big Consulting firm. They were venturing into India for the first time and it that was a lot of trepidation. It irritated him because she was talking tough but coming on strong boring into his eyes. He could never comprehend what she wanted - business or his personal attention. He tried to be sensitive but Asad was too much of a good man to look at her as anything more than an irritant. This business meant a lot for him, his firm and the 290 employees and their families. That was what stopped him from throwing her out! He had to work a way out before he met her again on Monday to convince her on why they needed Dilshaad Constructions.

He decided to brain storm with his Senior Architect and his Civil Engineers on where they were with their competitors and if they were ahead at all anywhere. He would catch up with his junior architects after lunch because they spoke more freely when it was just him and them rather than the entire group. Understandable he thought but he hoped they would find their feet soon enough so that he could move faster.

It was 3 way past lunch time and there was no call from Zoya yet! Zoya and a smile on Asad's face usually went together. He finished his lunch, shrugged off his coat grabbed his phone and went out for some fresh air and distance from the office humdrum. His hands were sliding into his pocket when his phone came alive. He knew it was from home..."yes Ammi" he said. There was some clearing of the throat at the other end and Zoya wanted to know if he had finished his lunch. Asad knew from her tone that Zoya was missing him and wanted to connect with him because he had not said a word to her all day. He smiled into the phone noting that she called from the land line only because she did not want to seem desperate. She didn't have to think that - he told her- she could call him anytime no matter how she felt. Asad's love for her was not a reward for her good behaviour it was always there only sometimes buried under paperwork and meetings like today. She was all the fresh air he needed. He kissed his phone.. into her ear and told her he had to go. She smiled back asking him to take care and not to get too stressed.

The lift opened into his busy Reception there was constant flow of people going in and out and busy buzz in the office on the way to his room. He saw the activity at the draughts room. It was a heartening sight to see his people trying hard to support him. And they in turn were happy to work for a man like Asad who made it by just sweating his way up and learning from his mistakes. He got busy again and when he looked up it was already 7.00. He packed for the day and left.

He reached home to gentle smile from his Ammi at 8.30. His family was waiting for him..he tidied up and came down for dinner. Noticed that both Najma and Zoya were nowhere in sight. He noticed that there were only 2 plates at the table. He frowned he guessed that the girls were giving him a hard time because ...shit! they were waiting for him from 6.00! He walked towards the table Ammi was already at her chair they shared a quiet meal and before his eyes searched again Ammi told him to eat in peace as the girls were done and were at the terrace. He wondered if it was going to be a long night before the girls forgave him.

He knew he had to swallow his pride and go up to the girls. Kneeling down in front of them was a non issue but what would he tell them. Despite Zoya and all the change in him, verbalizing feelings was a toughie.

He crept up the stairs..would Zoya call him Tiger tonight..she would if he got lucky. He was completely unprepared for what he saw. Two yoga mats stretched next to each other ostensibly from the earlier yoga session that was a first! Two heads next to each other, bodies at an angle and faces facing the stars and hushed whispers. He crept further was taken aback seeing purple mush on their faces and cucumber on the eyes. Asad silently squatted on the floor just above their heads. Wanted to eavesdrop on their hushed secrets. Zoya was in the midst of her lecture to Najma - you must look at a man's eyes tamatar if he holds your gaze when talks to you then you can trust him, not when he says trust me trust me... he needs to show you why...not just be insistent that you trust him. Sometimes we girls get carried away when guys tell us how pretty we look or how flattering the outfit is. Accept the goli but always remember to look at this eyes because Allah has given us girls a 6th sense that warns us of danger even before we see...

bus connected rehna chahiye apne se our apne confidence se. Zo how did Bhaijaan propose to you? asked Najma. PROPOSE!! your bhaijaan is incapable of asking me out he and prop...Zoya stopped when she felt Asad's finger on her lips. He wedged his way between the bobbing heads and faced up the sky just like they did and streched out right in the middle. Najma sat up swiftly, only to be pulled back down by Asad..continue...he said you girls talking ill of me I'm sure. No ... they cried in unison...we were talking about you not cursing you bhaijaan Najma said. How was your day asked Zoya eyes still closed and with a wide smile playing on her lips.

Hummm said Asad... about the jog...can we go tomorrow?? The girls laughed at him again in unison...at him lame sorry. We know you had full day at work it's ok they said. Hummm Zoya poked Asad's ,just above his boxer's band ... "not for me" she whispered ; after Najma had decided to go down after a few rounds or "20 Questions" with Asad and Zoya. Zoya got a poke and a squeeze on her lower lip would have been a kiss is there was not some mush on it..face pack as she called it. She was too irresistible to be left behind. Asad threw her over his shoulder and dropped in the shower. He went back to latch the door and stepped in the shower and they both stepped out smelling of strawberry. He was okay with the girly pink gel as long they were both scrubbing the other.

It was bed breaking time again. Only it was soothing and gentle session because it was Zoya in charge tonight..

and yes she called him tiger 3 times...

Lucky girl. Lucky Asad he had his Zoya tucked into him as wished he could for the rest of his life.