Winding down with Zoya - pt23 updt pg 60 - Page 31

Part 23

" Asad where are you ??? main ab ghar me akeli hoon aur aap ..." mumbled Zoya into her phone.." will call you back now" said Asad before he dropped off.

Asad got home as quickly as he could ran up towards his room, shrugging off his jacket, his shirt and taking off his belt. Zoya was tying up her hair when he grabbed her...took her into the bathroom drenched a completely dressed Zoya while he made short work of her clothes. Zoya had no time to react, all she could do was gasp for air before Asad got back to kissing her silly. He draped them both in plush towels and threw her on to the bed. Zoya was speechless and breathless. He was all over her and she was loud and shameless like she has been from when they have been man and wife. Asad was always a graceful mover he knew all the tricks that would make Zoya ecstatic and he was mean at that game. Made feel like putty in his hands and she was happy to be so. He thrust into her and flopped next to her happily after what felt like eternity. She shrieked with joy and called him '"Tiger". " Have I told you Asad Ahmed Khan you are getting naughtier and bolder by the day" she said. "Hona padtha hai... otherwise I can never pry you away from the army that we have here" he concluded. He kissed her forehead and she kissed him back..." right Mr. 6 Packs" she said kissing him on his torso. He growled and got back into action..." another round??" he questioned. Zoya's happy nod sent a sharp thrill down his spine. He effortlessly scooped her up and put her over him. She put her head down letting her hair cascade down her face. He lifted his hands and tucked them away " I want to see you Zoya" he said. He saw Zoya weave her magic on him with supreme content. Zoya was exhausted at the end of it. He grabbed her feet and gave a good rub...and Zoya rewarded him with more " ahhh...ahhs." " Pata hai Zoya when Ipshita used to do this for you before our rowdy was born..I used to run to the shower. I just could not hear you say that and be far from you..." said Asad. "Really I had no clue Asad" she said. "I know!" he said. " Asad we are going to be horribly late" screamed Zoya. " That's ok...I was supposed to be with a client.. Ammi knows" he said. We can get there after dinner". "Dinner" she rolled her eyes up..." I have made nothing to eat" said Zoya. " Then you leave me with no choice..I have to eat you..." he chewed a cackling Zoya some more. He crushed her to him and she stayed happily buried in his chest running her fingers over his back. They had huge smiles plastered on their faces when they reluctantly looked at the ticking clock. " We have to go now" said Zoya Asad nodded and they got up got dressed and left the Khan home smiling and holding each others hand.

Asad asked a surprised Zoya if she would like to drive,,,she did. In the car Asad could not help but think of the last time he was driven down this road. He had relieved Najma leaning on him crying into his shirt, while he had all his sights trained on the stretcher at the rear end. Arif was holding Harish close trying to minimize stress on his broken ribs and the lady cop was sand bagging his temporary suture on the femoral artery, which was cut from a fall. Every breath was causing pain to Harish Arif knew. Arif pointed to the lady at Harish's thigh and said, when she delivers she is going to bear more than this he said trying to take Harish's mind off his pain. That was when it clicked in Asad's head that Asma Nadeem was the love of Harish's life only she did not know that! Did Arif know that already??? Asad was however happy he had his tamattar tucked in all safe and sound except for her ankle.

The goons were the first group that was arrested. They were the proverbial tip of the ice berg - the real estate mafia- that was ruling Madya Pradesh and Bihar. Slowly the net was cast wider. It meant a few things. The fight got bigger, Harish and his lady love got busier, and importantly Asad and his family were left alone as Akram and his bosses had other legal battles to fight. Asad for his part was a quick learner he did everything right that protected his family and let him carry on with his "business as usual". Right now he was content with looking at his wife profile, her slender shoulders that supported him in his hour of need. Her pretty hands that held him close, her beautiful body that was a source of immense pleasure for him. He smirked at the thought of all that happened in their bed. He could never get enough of that ..thankfully neither could she. Life felt like a holiday off late he thought.

Colour slowly crept up Zoya's cheek when she caught Asad staring at her. " You know Asad when I had crinkly skin after our little one I thought you would not find me attractive anymore!". " Accha why did you think that??? Gaddi jo rokiye zara peeche chalte hain apke wrong impression ko correct karte hain.." chuckled Asad while Zoya blushed some more pulled on the side to kiss his nose and drove on again.

They reached the Villa that was filled with the sound of cheer and laughter. At the centre stage was little Myra who was trying to stand up and walk on her own. Harish was there on his knees trying to keep her safe, Ipshita running around taking pictures, Asma and Humeira watching Myra with rapt attention while her 3 dadi's were all smiles. The groom was busy peering into his hand held mirror.

The minute Myra spotted her father at the door she gurgled with happiness put her hands out impatiently. Asad walked towards her with a huge smile on his face. Her chubby little arms went around his neck as she kissed her father all over his face with oatmeal still on her mouth. Asad held his baby tight as he greeted everyone in the room. Zoya went over to the Ayaan and hugged him. Humeria, Asma and Zoya got into a huddle and the groom was their target.

There were discussions on the plan for the following day. Harish was happy to be play mat for little Myra who was happily climbing all over Harish while Asad was making some calls and closing out some last minute errands for the next day.

It was almost bedtime for Myra, Zoya cleaned and changed her, handed Myra and her bottle to Asad. Father and daughter had an unusual bed time routine. When Myra was really tiny Asad would rock her to sleep in their chair and she usually did fall asleep in his arms rather quickly. Off late they settled into a different posture - Myra would grab her bottle with her hands look at Asad from her perch on Asad's bent knees that she would lean against while he was leaning on the head board. Suck on her bottle of milk stare at Asad as he talked to her soothingly and patted her, rubbed her belly or feet. Usually her bottle fell out of her grasp when she felt sleepy, she would then stretch her arms for Asad to bring her close. He would wipe her clean, clean her mouth and put her on his shoulder and silently pat her back. She would be out like a light in no time. Harish was fascinated by this routine when he saw this tonight. " Bhaijaan you are really fantastic with Myra ; Bhabhi is so lucky to have all this help. I'm sure she appreciates this" he said warmly. That meant more to Asad than Harish would ever know! Ammi was all smiles when she saw Asad walk over to put Myra into her crib. The groom was teased mercilessly by the 3 women around him. He thoroughly enjoyed it. And was happy giving a very pregnant Humeira do's and dont's. "Asad help me out here" he said when Asad walked back to join the noisy women. Why the hell are you women after my ponytail?" he bellowed. " I have no time for you sorry...I can't wait to grab the last few hours with my tammatar before she becomes yours!" he said softly. There was a small gasp and hushed " awww" before Asad got a soft hug from Ipshita " I'm going to be here Bhaijaan to bother you" she said holding him..." haan haan aur tum yeh mat sochna ki mujhe pata nahi hai ki tum apni hostel ki ladkiyon ki saath kya kya karthi ho...hug karne se kuch nahi chalega...Harish may be busy with Asma and his trips but I'm watching you..." he said hugging her back with a smile.

The next few hours were flew. Najma the bride walked in with Appi and Jeeju she ran straight into her Bhaijaan's arm. The first stop for the 3 of them was Myra's crib. There were silent gasps looking at Myra with kisses for her while Zoya chased them pleading not kiss her as she was very light sleeper and it was usually Zoya who took care of her if she woke up in the middle of the night. There were plenty of hugs and blessings. Arif's eyes followed Najma around the living room. She made no eye contact. Her face was all red and excited...tamattar was the right name for his bunny he thought. " Naj don't ignore Arif " teased Ipshita. She finally went into his arms as she gave him a shy smile. Asad and Ammi had glistening eyes. Both of them prayed that the couple should remain happy and together for the rest of their lives.

Asad walked outdoors to be with the stars and under the dark blanket of the night sky. Zoya knew that he wanted sometime by himself. He did but Zoya was now part of him. He put his hand out and pulled her out with him. Najma and Arif were the ones that were watched. They crowd settled around the living room talking excitedly about the next day. Shabnam had a lot to say to Najma. Dilshaad and Anwer and Appi were all smiles.

Asad was hugging Zoya with tears cascading down his cheeks..." Zoya tamattar will be happy right?" he asked her. " I'm sure" she said. " Asad now we know..there are no guarantees in life, we have also learnt from this very same place last year that we have to live every moment because one never knows what we will have to face next. You have taught me Asad to feel deeply and stay centered" she said. " And you have filled me up with happiness, given me the strength when I was down...you know Zoya all my life I never had anyone to lean on ...now I have you..." he said as Zoya wiped his tears away, rubbed his forehead and kissed his nose. " What is it with you mom and daughter you both have a fetish for my nose. Myra also kissed my nose farq itna hai ki you have no oatmeal while she usually has oatmeal or milk." he smiled a large, free and happy smile. Zoya's heart almost burst with pleasure when she saw Asad looking at her with Myra kind of eyes...actually Myra had his eyes - sweet,innocent and open!! Asad now felt no fear in showing Zoya or his family his vulnerability if and when he felt it.

The Wedding was straight out of a dream. Simple, sweet and heartfelt like the couple. Arif Anil Kumar was married to Najma Ahmed Khan twice in a day. They had a hindu wedding just like Shabnam and her late husband wanted, and a Nikkah for the brides family because Arif and Najma wanted it. Asad had Appi and Jeeju do the " kanyadhan." Asad held Ammi's hand and Myra sat on Arif's lap for all the photgraphs. Arif was named Arif by his father after his friend who was there to bless the young couple. The Nikaah had Rashid and Shireen too. Asad even managed a smile at them. He did prefer to be with Myra away from the crowd putting her to bed and took the chance.

When the noise had dimmed and the last guest seen off Arif Asad and Harish had congregated again like they had done last year under the skies and the stars sprawled out on the green grass. "Asad in my profession I get to see men treat women badly more than I see happy mom's - Dr.Chaaya does that. You are one exceptional man. I always seen you look after Zo , Ammi , Najma and now Ipshu with so much care. Unlike you I have never been a sensitive son to my dedicated mom...so letting me give her my wedding the way she dreamt off was really important. Thank you it's must have been difficult for a traditional person like you" he concluded. "Think nothing of that" said Asad, " Akram has taught me that being traditional is not the same thing as being good and righteous; I have learnt from Zoya, Harish and you that families are bound by love and a man is what he does not what he is born into. Look after my sister..she is always worried about her man deserting her.." said Asad honestly.." your sister will be mine always ...I let her go back to finish her studies not because I was confused but because I had to gain your respect for you to trust me enough with your sister, that was important and your tammatar will be safe!!" Arif finished. The wives joined in and they went back to the crowd, danced some more. Asad shut his eyes thanking God life could not get any better! The bride and the groom went sent away for some "rest!" and the rest retired for whatever was left for the night.

Asad requested his Ammi to stay with Myra for the night. He grabbed Zoya took her out into garden. Leaned on the lounge chair with Zoya tucked into him. Zoya was leaning on his shoulder listening to his heart beat at a steady pace and threw a leg over him as she turned sideways looking at him. "I really like it Zoya when you wear these sleeveless blouses...it 's gives me instant access..." he smiled stroking her arm. All of Zoya's scars had healed as had his their souls were light.

There was indeed nothing in the world that could be as timeless as Winding Down with Zoya after a long eventful day. To get ready for a lifetime of togetherness. To enjoy life in all it's entirety.

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That my friends was the Final Part!

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