#WeSupportKSG AsYa FF First Touch Thread #2 - Page 5

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The first sunbeams streamed through the floral printed net curtains of the room of the Siddique villa. They fell on two beautiful bodies of the very much in love Asad and Zoya's bodies which were entangled together. Asad was hugging Zoya from behind and this made her feel protected and loved by her Mr. Sher Khan. She smiled on having him so close to her. This was the reason she woke up with a smile daily. She stirred and Asad tightened his grip on her waist. He too woke up with a smile to the softness and fragrance of his beautiful begum. They were not completely up so they did not realize that they were not in their bedroom at home. Asad kissed her on her bare shoulder and nuzzled on her neck and she smiled as she knew that it was his way to begin having his way with her. She was not interested in doing any work herself but she wanted to enjoy his royal treatment of her. When he made love to her it was like he was worshipping her body. "Hmmm abhi nahi Khan Sahib." Hmm abhi I want you now." "OK aap shuru kijiye and get me interested. Then I will give you a morning treat." Zoya did not turn to her front side. She lay on her stomach. Asad began to kiss her at the nape of her neck. He pushed her hair to one side. His hands were roaming on her silky back. "Ouch! Khan Sahib wait." "Kya hua? Maine toh abhi kuch nahi kiya." "Umm nahi wo not you wo umm main theek se nahi leti. Umm your favorite part of my body is being crushed the wrong way. Mujhe dard ho raha hai. Let me adjust my self properly. Please don't touch my breasts for sometime."

Asad did not like that one of his favorite moves was done for by her not lying down properly. Asfter Zoya adjusted herself on the bed she asked him to continue. He gladly oblidged to her wish and rendered his loving services. Asad began to kiss her back again. His foot was moving on her leg and way upwards. He loved the feel of her silky smooth skin. "Wow Zoya B apki skin kitni smooth hai. Well all because of me. Main hi toh aapko roz lotion lagakar deta hoon." "Yeah yeah aapka lotion lagana does the magic. What about me getting my whole body waxed? Aapko enjoyment milti hai meri smooth skin se. Aapko pata bhi hai it is so painful to get your entire ENTIRE body waxed. Aap ek baar apni chest wax karwa kar dekhiye. Ek baar mujhe bhi toh feel ho ki your skin is so smooth." "Umm Zoya B please I am in no mood for a sexist argument I am only interested in getting some and giving some." He went under the blanket and kissed her all over time and again. He was now in need for more of her body. He wanted to give his special treatment to her front side. He flipped her over. Asad covered her body with his. He placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her face to him and kissed her. He freed her lips after ravishing them and sucking the last bit of juices out of it. "I Love You Khan Sahib." Zoya blushed. Asad lifted her chin and said "I love your blushes."

Asad was now lying on his back and he pulled Zoya on top of him. They shared an eyelock then Zoya blushed again and buried her face in his chest. He hugged her back and kissed her forehead. She started feeling the heat from his body and her breathing became ragged. She looked up at him and feeling a little bold kissed him on the lips. He smiled and kissed her back. Zoya gazed into his deep eyes. He had a smouldering look in them but he was hesitating. It seems he now remembered where they were but she was not full aware of their place of visit. "Khan Sahib what's stopping you? Aapko pata hai kitne din ho gaye hain aapne mujhe theek se pyar nahi kiya? Make love to me." She lay on her back. There was an intoxicating look in her eyes. Asad looked at her for a conformation and she nodded in a blushing yes. Asad caressed her shoulders and slid his index finger under the shoulder strap of her white lacy brassiere. Zoya shivered with a familiar sensation. He nibbled her neck and ears. Zoya's fingers automatically ran through his hairs. He gazed lovingly at her and asked "Are you sure Zoya B? Abhi? Yahaan?" "Hmm." Zoya blushed. He smiled and traced his fingers on her face. He placed a kiss everywhere on her face where his finger moved. He moved down on her body and kissed her continuously. Zoya gasped when he kissed on her belly button.

Asad laughed and placed little kisses on her body as he proceeded back upwards. He caught her lips this time very softly. He slowly slid his tongue across her lips. Sensation shot through her and her own mouth opened slightly. His tongue delved in deeper and explore the insides of her mouth. Whenever he kissed her this way her insides melted. She closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards and suddenly her mouth was free and he was now placing wet kisses all over her throat. He fumbled behind her trying to get the hook of her brassiere. Zoya laughed at his never give up attitude. She was wearing a different kind. Her hook was fastened in the front. Asad took care of it with one flick. The final barriers of their clothes were off within no time. Her body moved of its own accord arching relaxing'.. arching again growing tenser and tenser.All she could do was lie in his arms and let him have his way with her. His incredibly devastating way. She closed her eyes. His body slid over hers while his hands teased her, lips feasting her' ravishing her. Zoya enjoyed the sensation of his hardness rubbing over her softness. She shuddered as he reached the most sensitive part of her body. Zoya writhed under him running her hands over his muscular body. Her nails were digging in his back and shoulders. They left deep impressions... It was a glorious surrender.

In the throes of passion he asked, "Are you ready Zoya B?" She simply nodded. Asad smiled and captured her lips again. She was pulling him more and more towards him. She too could wait no longer. She opened her eyes to look at them man making love to her and saw that they were not in some strange place. She finally remembered where they were. She was completely awoken and her eyes popped. She let out an ear tearing scream. Asad was now out from his Loveland. He sat up and was staring at her. She was looking confused and miffed. He was fully aroused and she just threw a pillow at him to cover himself. She covered herself with the blanket and crossed her hands at her chest. "Allah Miya!! What's wrong with you?" "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Aap toh aise chilla rahi hain jaise main pehli baar aapko kuch kar raha hoon. What happened?" "What happened? Kal raat hi toh maine mana kiya tha ki not here not in this house. Bhool gaye kya aap?" "Main kuch nahi bhoola. You gave me a very passionate go ahead. Infact aapne hi mujhse kaha to make love to you." "Maine kaha? Oh no. Main aadhi neend mein thi. Mujhe laga ki hum ghar par hain. Oh no what have I done? I am sorry aapka mood kharab karne ke liye." "No I am sorry I have gone completely crazy. Aapse door reh hi nahi pata." "Wo you have already.. you want me to'umm main kuch karoon? You need something?" "No its fine. I will take care of it. Humein tayyar ho jaana chahiye. Main washroom mein ho aata hoon. Could you please get dressed. It's not helping. Curfew khul gaya hoga. We should leave. Humein bahut important kaam karne hain." Zoya was feeling very bad for not being able to satisfy their need then and there Asad but he assured her that they would make it up for at home.

Asad and Zoya remembered everything they had heard and learnt in this house. Zoya shut her eyes and tears trickled down her cheeks. Asad kissed her forehead and promised that they would fight together. Silent promises were made and smiles appeared on their faces. Asad went to the washroom. Everyone in the Siddique house is up. Nighat and Nuzz were hushing and blushing as Zoya had not returned to the room at night. Their eyes were searching in corners if they could see the love birds. Humaira was still in her room. Ayaan too was looking very confused. He had no idea where Asad was and did not know how to tackle the questions which would arise for sure. Everyone come to the breakfast table. Feroz, Haseena and her family excused themselves. "Siddique sahib humein chalna chaiye. Wo Feroz ko pata chala hai ki curfew kuch der ke liye khola gaya hai taki log zarurat ka sammaan le sake. Aaj ke din bhi curfew hoga. Ab hum toh yahaan aur nahi ruk sakte toh wo humein ghar chodkar duty par niklega." They were scared as they did not want their true colors to be revealed in front of the hosts. They had only been to the house for a few hours during their earlier visits so no one had completely caught up with them. They left hastily. Asad and Zoya would have to get ready in the clothes they had worn earlier. Dadi asked the girls about Zoya and they had no answer for it. They just blushed. Ayaan too did not have an answer for Asad's whereabouts. Rashid found this behavior as inacceptable and began to look for them in the house. Rashid went looking for them in the direction where Asad and Zoya had spent the night. He found the room locked.

Zoya got ready. She made her hair with her hands. Her look was disheveled. She tried to look as presentable as possible. She decided to leave from the room before Asad came out. This way they could show that they were not together. This was not their home and she did not want any accusations and insults for Asad's sake. They had been given accusatory looks before but after last night Asad would no longer be able to bear it. She turned the knob from inside and from outside Rashid placed his hand on the knob. Before he could open the door he received a phone call. Asad came from behind and grabbed Zoya. She gasped. They had built their own little love world where there were no worries and no hatred. Asad wanted to take her for a quick visit there before they could face the monsters in her life. He wanted one last chance to be naughty with her. He took her ddupatta off her body and was playing with the dor tied on the back. His hands were roaming on her body while his lips worked on her neck. He felt Zoya shiver in his arms. He loved that his sherni became a khargosh when he initially came to her. "Khan Sahib ghar nahi jana? Hum ghar par bhi ye sab kar sakte hain. It is not safe here. Unhe humaara aisa behavior naagavaara hoga." "Hmm jana hai par aapse door raha nahi jaata. Kya karoon aadat se majboor hoon. I wish hum ghar se nikle hi na hote. Mere saare efforts thodi der pehle waste ho gaye. Ab aur intezaar nahi hota. Mujhe aapke jaisi hi choti si Zoya chahiye. Yahi aankhen, yehi naak, yehi lips, har tarah se choti si Zoya." Zoya closed her eyes. "Accha aapko choti si Zoya chahiye? Badi Zoya toh samabhlti nahi. Badi aur choti Zoya dono ko kaise sambhalenge? Mujhe choti Zoya nahi mujhe chota Asa.." Asad stopped kissing her as it was the first time she was going to call him Asad. He turned her to face him.

Zoya realized that she was going to take his name. She was blushing and she was looking down. He held her chin and lifted her face. "Kya kaha aapne? Kya chahiye aapko? Chota Asa.. kya?" "Kuch nahi." "Kuch kaise nahi kuch toh kaha aapne. Kahiye na ek baar kahiye. Please for my sake. Ek baar toh mera naam lijiye. Main bhi toh sunu ki aapke in haseen labon se jab mera naam liya jaata hai toh wo kitna sweet sound karta hai." She just shook her head shyly in a no. When Asad insisted she said "Chota Sher Khan." Zoya said this and stuck her tongue out to Asad. She ran away from him in an attempt to escape becoming the shikaar of Mr. Sher Khan's desire. They were running around like two small children. She fell on the bed. Before she could get up Asad pinned her to the bed with his weight on her. She tried to free herself from his tight grip but all in vain. She gave up after a half a minute of struggle. She closed her eyes and gave him full access to her. Asad was kissing her face and moved down to her throat with his eyes closed. Her hands were roaming on his back digging her nails in it as she pulled him closer. Rashid opened the door and saw Asad and Zoya. Rashid roared at Asad. "ASAD!! Ye kya badtameezi hai?" Asad and Zoya were startled as they had no idea the door was unlocked. Zoya freed herself from Asad's hold. She quickly put her dupatta on her body and covered her head. The two of them were mortified. Asad was standing in front of Zoya. Rashid had the anger of a father in his eyes. He was staring at his son and the behuda girl with him. Ever since he had seen Asad and Zoya together for the first time he had questioned Dilshaad's upbringing of Asad. In about half an hour his own upbringing would be held questionable.

Asad knew that Rashid had no hand in Zoya's mom's death. He had forgiven him for that but he had cheated on his ammi. He could not forgive him for that. Siddique had helped Shireen get her love but it would not have been possible if first Rashid had not cheated on Dilshaad. Asad could not forgive his abbu for cheating on his ammi. Dilshaad had partly forgiven him so he felt like he should respect her wishes and address him as abbu. Nothing else would change. According to the standards set by Asad, Rashid had no rights to talk about behudgi and badtameezi. He could no longer bear the look Rashid had in his eyes for Zoya. "Badtameezi? What badtameezi abbu?" Rashid was so angry with his son that he did not register that Asad called him abbu. "Tum mujhse pooch rahe ho what badtameezi? Haddh hoti hai behuddgi ki." Everyone heard Rashid's voice but Siddique warned them not to go there. It was between Rashid and his son who lived outside this house. It did not concern the members of Siddique Villa. "Sharam haya naam ki cheez hai ya nahi tum mein? Yahi sikhaya hai Dilshaad ne tumhe? Ek gair ladki ke saath raat bhar ek saath rehna? Bina nikaah ke saath ye sab karna galat hai. Sahi galat ka pata hai ya nahi? Iss ladki ko bhi na jaane kaisi upbringing mili hai? Yahi sikhaya hai tumhaare ammi abbu ne ki ek gair mard ke saath raat guzaaro?" Zoya's head was hung low and tears were flowing down her cheeks. She knew that they had done nothing wrong but still the mention of her ammi brought tears to her eyes. She realized that they were wrong to behave freely in this house as they would have done in their own home. Asad kept his voice low. "Bas!! Abbu bas. Aapko koi haq nahi hai meri biwi se iss tarah se baat karne ka. Doosron par ungli utaane se pehle please khud ke girebaan mein jhaank lijiye abbu. Aapne toh ammi ko dhoka diya tha? Kya galat kiya hai meri biwi ne? Apne shauhar se pyar kiya? She is my wife abbu. Aapko humaare rishtey par shaq tha iska matlab aapko ammi ki tarbiyat aur ammi par shaq tha. Meri ammi ne mujhe bahut hi nek tarbiyat di hai wo bhi akele paalte hue. As far as Zoya B goes toh unki valida ab iss duniya mein nahi hain. Unki Aapi aur jeeju ne inki US mein rehte hue bhi bahut nek tarbiyat ki hai. Humpar ungli uthane se pehle ek baar bhi aap mujhse pooch nahi sakte the? Anyways ab toh aapko pata chal gaya ki Zoya B is my wife. Humein chalna chahiye. Apki ye mehmaan nawaazi humein humehsa yaad rahegi. Allah Haafiz."

Asad cupped Zoya's face and wiped her tears. "I am sorry Zoya B it was my decision to keep the news of our nikaah from him and you have to listen to these allegations. Mujhe maaf kar dijiye." Zoya felt the need to speak too. "Hey aapko sorry kehne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. I would have done the same. Actually I am aren't I? My abbu does not know of our relationship. Aapi ko bhi toh humne sab kuch abhi bhi nahi bataya. You know about us'I am sorry Rashid abbu ki aapko humpar shaq karna pada. Galti humaari hi thi we should have informed you about the nikaah. Actaully sab kuch bahut jaldi fix hua tha so'" Rashid had no idea that Asad could have been married without his permission or his knowledge. He now really understood his place in Asad's life. "Nahi Zoya beta main samajhta hoon. Mujhe inform karna shayad Asad ki marzi nahi thi. Wo apni jagah par apne faisle mein sahi hai. Par kya ghar ke bahar ke logon ko pata hai ya nahi?" "Yeah yeah abbu everyone knows wo iss ghar par bhi sab ko pata hai. I mean Ayaan the nikaah ke din par and Nighat, Nuzz aur Humaira ko bhi pata hai. Humne dadi ko kal raat hi bataya. Actually I feel it was better that we told her first wo aapki ammi hain and aapse pehle unke janne ka haq hai. You know aapke bte ka bas chale toh wo toh Bhopal ki sabse oonchi imaarat par khade hokar mujhse Izhaar-e-Ishq kar de. Aapko pata nahi hai he is very romantic. Dikhte kaise hain na Mr. Akdu jaise but he is not at all like that." Asad shut his eyes and pressed his forehead. "Kya hua aapko Khan Sahib? Aapka sar dard kar raha hai? I think aapko koi tablet leni chaiye. Main le aaoon?" "Haan jab se aapse mila hoon ek din gaya hai bina mera sar dard kiye?" Zoya pouted and Asad apologized. They were in their own world. Rashid remembered that he was once like this so much in love with Dilshaad. He was happy that his son cherishes the love he is receiving. He smiled at them. Asad and Zoya go on for some time and then they realize that Rashid abbu was there. They feel embarrassed.

Rashid leaves them alone and returns to the main hall. It then registers to him that Asad and Zoya both called him abbu. He was happy and tears trickled down his cheeks. He told Shireen about Asad's nikaah. She told him that she realized it last evening that they were a married couple. She did not know how to tell him that his son was married without his knowledge. He asked Shireen if she would not mind him giving one of his ammi's jewels to Zoya which she had kept for Ayaan's wife. Shireen had no objections as they were not hers to keep or to give away. Shireen and Rashid were in their room. Asad and Zoya come out from the bedroom. They were walking very close to each other and they both had a naughty smile on their faces as they would soon leave for their home. When they came near the dining area Ayaan coughed to get them out of their la la land. Zoya asked Nighat to accompany her to the room as she neded to freshen up. Gafur Siddique saw his 'daughter's' condition and also the way Asad was looking at her. His worst enemy had had his way with his daughter. He felt like his insides were being squeezed in a juicer. His blood pressure was rising. Razia saw the effect Asad and Zoya were having on her husband. She pressed on his shoulders to calm him down as they were not alone.

Asad stopped Zoya from moving away from him. He lifted his hands and reached for the dor and tied it in front of all. She was his wife and he could not let anyone see her like this. Asad and Zoya have a loving eye lock. Zoya and Nighat go to the girls' room and Asad goes with Ayaan. He had sensed that Ayaan needed to speak with him last night but Imraan's presence and then Dadi did not let him speak. Ayaan was a bit tensed. In the girls room Zoya saw that Humaira was still resting. "Nighat mere jeans aur top kahan hai main zara fresh ho jaati hoon. These clothes main tumhe clean karwake bhej doongi." "Bhabhi aap mujhe apna nahi maanti hai na? Maine kal hi aapse kaha tha ki ye kapde aur accessories hum teeno ki taraf se nikaah ka tohfa hai aapke liye. Agar Najma aapko deti toh bhi kya aap usko wapis karne ki baat karti?" "NO. Nihgat I am really sorry. Ok now I need your help wo mujhe please ke iron de do aur main jab tak yahaan hoon kisi ko aane mat dena khaaskar apne bhaijaan ko. Mere waale Mr. Khan ko." "Bhabhi aap mera koi aur suit pehen lijiye. Wo thodi der ke liye curfew khula tha par wapis lag gaya hai. Imraan aur unki family chali gayi hai. Feroz mamu ne bataya hai ki selective curfew hoga aaj ke din. Hospital, dawai ki dukaane khuli hongi. Humaare ghar ke paas koi problem nahi hai par aapke ghar jaane ke raaste par curfew hai iss liye aapko aur bhaijaan ko yahin rukna hoga."

"What curfew phir chalu ho gaya? No no we can't stay here we have to go home. Allah Miya!! Ab hum kya karenge? Mujhe ghar jaana hai." She was desparate to go home and try to make a baby. Times were tough but Asad had finally said that it did not matter. "Bhabhi aapko humaare saath yahaan accha nahi laga?" "No Nighat it's not that. Actually ghar pa ammi aur Tamatar akele honge na so. Par ab kya karen? Hum yahin rukenge. I hope ki tumhaare ghar par koi problem na ho jaaye. Umm Nighat agar mujhe yahan rukna hai toh main tumhaari dress ke saath toh manage kar sakti hoon but mere andar ke kapde? Umm main unhe dhokar iron kar doongi they are'umm jaldi sookh jaate hain. Please jaakar mujhe iron de do." Nighat gives her an iron and then leaves from the room as she was required to do some work in the kitchen. Zoya saw that Humaira was just lying on the bed. She clearly seemed very worried but did not share her worry with anyone. The big sister in Zoya felt the sudden urge to take care of Humaira like her Zeenat aapi took care of her. "Hey Humaira tumhe kya hua hai? Why so low? Kal raat ko Ayaan ke saath time spend karne nahi mila so.. Ya phir Ayaan se fight hui hai kya? Its ok you know main aur tumhaare jee.. I mean main aur Khan Sahib toh din mein ek baar ladte hi hain. Ammi pareshaan ho jaati hain ki hum dono KG mein padhne waale baache jaise hai and you know unhe gussa sabse zyaada kab aata hai jab wo humaara patch up karwaane ki koshish karti hain par hum mein toh already pyar you know dosti ho hi chuki hoti hai. Tell me kya baat hai?"

Humaira just hugged Zoya and began crying. She was inconsolable. Zoya closed the door and gave her a glass of water. "Humaira dekho main jaanti hoon ki tum mujhe itna acche se nahi jaanti ki tum mujhe apni har baat batao. You seem worried and Nighat ke chehre se nahi lagta ki tumne uss se apni problem share ki hai. Nuzz toh uss se bhi choti hai so for sure tumne use bhi kuch nahi bataya hoga. Agar tum theek samjho toh tum mujhe bata sakti ho. Look problem share karne se bhale wo 100 % solve na ho jaaye par at least ek koshish toh ho sakti hai. OK main Ayaan ki bhabhi hoon toh uss naate tumhaari bhi bhabhi hoon. If not uss rishtey se toh apni aapi samajhkar mujhe batao only and only if you want to. Aaj se tum mujhe Zoya bhabhi nahi Zoya aapi kaho. Mujhe bhi ek choti behen mil jaayegi. Kya ab bhi nahi bataogi? Ok no problems jab mann kare tab batana. Main nahaane jaati hoon." Zoya gets up to go for a bath but Humaira just holds her hand and begin to cry. Zoya hugs her. "Aapi wo' wo' wo' Main aur Ayaan' Ayaan aur main'Main aur Ayaan'ku.ku'kuch..kuch.. d..di..din'p..pe'peh..phele..hu..hum'A..Ayaan au..aur..m'main'Aapi hum hum baa' baarish m..mein' pata pata nahi nahi kaise Aapi hum hum jal bhi gaye hum beh bhi gaye. Aapi agar kisi ko pata chala toh? Aabu toh mujhe maar hi daalenge. Aapi iss mahine maine apne mahine ke din miss kar diye hain. Aapi agar main ummeed se hui toh?"

Zoya and Asad would have to put all decisions on back seat which were related to their life. Ayaan and Humaira now took priority. Zoya told Humaira not to panic and that she and Asad would be with her and Ayaan all the way. First things first she had to take a pregnancy test as soon as possible. She asked Humaira if she had a home pregnancy kit with her. Humaira did not have one. Humaira shared her worry and problem with her aapi but Ayaan could not tell Asad anything. He too wnted to tell Asad abnout the time that he and Humaira slipped up and consummated their un-wedded relationship. He knew if he told Asad anything he would have to face the Mukka Ahmad Khan before Asad would say anything. He was scared to death as he knew that Asad was a principled man. He could say nothing. Everyone is in the living area. Asad was waiting for Zoya. She came out and looked stunning in a lavender and silver patiyala suit. He then focused on her face and saw that she was tensed. She signed him to meet her alone. Asad went see her alone. She asked him to manage for a pregnancy test kit. Asad's joys knew no bounds. He screamed at the top of his voice "What aapko pregnancy test kit chahiye?" Zoya just shut her eyes.

Everyone in the Khan family is happy to hear about it. Only Gafur Siddique and his wife were tensed. The najayaz side of their family was growing they thought. They could kill Zoya in an instant for bringing this kind of shame into their home. There was a chemist shop at a walking disatance of two minutes form the Siddique Villa. Since the villa was in a remote corner of the city it would be ok to step out for a few minutes. The chemist was a 24 hour one so it had the permission to be open in curfew too. The girls or the elder members could not go. Asad wanted to go get it but Zoya requested him to stay with her. Ayaan suggests that Asad stay with Zo bhabhi and he would go to get the needful. Zoya gave him a note on which she had written a few pregnancy kit names. She asked for multiple sticks of at least five different company products. Asad gave him cash but Ayaan refused as he was gonna be a chachu. Zoya and Humaira exchanged looks. Zoya was made to rest in the girls' room. She asked everyone to let Humaira to stay with her as a support. Asad too remained in the room. After everyone left Zoya sighed of relief but Humaira was in tears again. Zoya told Asad everything. Asad was angry with Ayaan and Humaira for crossing their boundaries. He saw that Humaira was very scared. He now understood what Ayaan had been menaing to tell him but his strict nature stoped him. He placed his hand on Humaira's head. He and Zoya would stand by the two of them. Whatever the outcome may be he decided that it was time Ayaan and Huamira got married. Zoya agreed. "I am sorry. Please mujhe maaf kar dijiye jeeju." Asad looked at Zoya. She signed him that she did not know anything. Zoya had asked her to speak with her as a sister so Humaira called her aapi and that made Asad her jeeju. Ayaan came back with the test kits. He also brought two huge bottles of an aerated drink. He was looking teasingly at Asad. Asad gave him a stern look. She would need to drink enough to pee on all the sticks. Zoya and Humaira went into the washroom. Asad took Ayaan to the terrace and gave him a reality check. Ayaan was scared to death of the outcome. They were no ways ready to be parents. Rashid who had given Asad a lecture on tameez would flip on knowing what the son he had brought up had done. Mamujaan would kill the two of them.

Is she? What if she is? What if she isn't? These questions were raised in the minds of Ayaan and Humaira, Asad and Zoya. The future depended on a pink dash (-) or a cross (+).