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HEYYLLOOOWWW all AsYa Pankhewaalas!!!! 😆 im writing a os on this forum after a long time... its good to be back!!! this was just a random idea, that popped up... Hope u all like it!!! 😃
"Ammi, I'm home!" Asad called, as he shut the front door. Loosening his tie and plopping open a button, he made his way to his room, wondering why no one answered him back. Shrugging off his coat and tie, he decided to go look for his mother. "Ammi?" he called, again, louder this time.
"Ammi's not at home, bhaijaan!"came his sister's muffled voice, from some corner of the house. Asad thought she sounded breathless, but he wouldn't be so sure.
"Tamatar? Where are you? And where's Ammi?" he asked, and made his way upstairs. There was something fishy going on, there. He could almost smell a certain 'zoya farooqui' doing something, she shouldn't be doing. That woman. Asad almost growled out in desire and frustration. No matter how irresistible might she be, she always managed to rub him the wrong way. Zoya irritated him and he despised her untidiness and immaturity. But, he wanted her. Allah only knew how he managed to keep his hands off her, whenever she was near him. Those long, slender legs, her petite waist, her silky and soft hair, those gorgeous eyes and her full, bee-stung lips' everything about her enticed him, beckoning him to come closer, touch her, feel her'
Asad broke out of his reverie, mentally slapped himself a couple of times and cleared his throat before knocking on najma's door. "Open up, tamatar!" he called. No answer. He knocked again. "Najma? What are you doing?"
"Just a minute, bhaijaan!" she called back. Asad pressed himself closer to the door and strained his ears. He could hear someone whispering inside. He was definitely sure it was Zoya. He rolled his eyes and scratched his temple in irritation. 'What is that little devil planning, now?' he wondered. He hoped she wasn't planting any ideas in his baby sister's head. He did not need another trouble maker in his house. The door suddenly opened. Asad stepped back as Najma peeped out.
"Yes, bhaijaan?"
"What are you two doing in there?"
"Two? Who? Its just me, bhaijaan!"
"Don't lie to me! I know you're in there, Miss Farooqui" he said, raising his voice. He looked down at Najma, who was trying to shield his view to her room and also trying to prevent him from going inside. He scowled at her. "Out of the way, tamatar. Let me in".
"N-no, bhaijaan. You can't come in"
"Why not?"
"W-we, I mean, I was having a problem with something, so I called Zoya. She's helping me with- well, something".
"What problem?" Asad cried "is everything okay? Are you alright? I-"
"it's a girl thing, Mr. Khan!" came Zoya's voice from inside the room. Asad stopped talking and craned his neck to look at her, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Stop standing and there and wasting our time, Mr. Khan. We'll be down in a while" she called out. Asad nodded briskly and stepped away from the door, deciding it would be better for him not to interfere in 'girl things'. He knew how uncomfortable things could get. He had almost reached the top of the stairs, when he heard zoya say 'I'll show you how its done!". He stopped in his tracks. What's done? Curiosity got better of him and he silently made his way back to his sister's room and stood outside.
"You don't want to spill it all over you. It could get really messy if you don't know your way around it. There's a proper way to do it. Now look at me carefully, okay? Here, you hold it like this' use both hands, if you have to. Your grip should be firm. Don't squeeze the upper part too hard, it doesn't work that way. Make sure your hands are steady and then slowly-"
Asad couldn't take it anymore. He threw open the door and stormed in, just as Zoya turned towards the door, with her hand raised. "What the hell do you think you're teaching my sister, you- AAARRRGGHHH!!!!" he screamed, clutching his eyes in agony. He felt as if his eyes were on fire. Asad was sure he was going to go blind.
"Oh my GOD, Mr. Khan!" Zoya screamed, recovering quickly from the shock of having the great Asad Ahmed Khan dancing around the room, screaming his lungs out. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea you would just barge in like that! I'm sorry! Please, come with me!" She took his arm and led him to the washroom.
"What in the name of- never mind, were you two doing?" Asad shouted, tears streaming down his face. Zoya chose not to reply, and simply turned on the tap and splashed water on his face and he winced as water touched his burning eyes. Splashing palms full of water from the tap wasn't going to help, Zoya realized. She took Asad's arm again.
"Wait, Miss Farooqui, I need more- hey!" he protested, as Zoya turned on the shower and stepped back. Man, he really had a body to die for. She allowed her eyes to trail over those perfect six-packs, outlined beautifully by the shirt which now clung like second skin. Zoya literally drooled as the water cascaded down his body, his broad chest, his strong shoulders, his lips, down his jet black hair. Her eyes finally reached his face, to find that he was now- looking at her. Zoya immediately looked away and turned scarlet with embarrassment.
"You see something you like?" came that toe curling voice, which he'd once used on her, before.
'Dance isey kehte hain, Miss Farooqui', he'd said. She could never forget the shivers it had sent down her spine, that day. Well, the shivers were no doubt putting up a show, yet again.
"I-I didn't mean to stare, Mr. Khan. I was just-" Zoya gasped, as Asad reached out and grasped her hand in one of his, and pulled her under the shower. She slammed into his chest as he slipped his hands behind her, locking her into place. She struggled to get away, both from the sudden burst of water from over her and her proximity to the one man who could make her lose control in a matter of milliseconds.
"Mr. Khan, what are you-"
"Shh'" Asad silenced her, his index finger on her lips. Slowly and sensuously, he traced the curve of her bottom lip and almost growled in satisfaction as he saw Zoya's eyes glaze in response. His finger traveled lower, tracing her long, swan-like neck, her delicate collar bones, up to the border of her neckline. He gently slipped his finger inside, just crossing the hemline and feeling the first touch of his skin on hers. His touch was feather-light, almost as if it wasn't there, but it sent jolts of electricity through Zoya's body, making her sag against him. His hand tightened on her waist as it was only him supporting her, now. Her hands were on his shoulders, her head at the crook of his neck and her eyes closed. He slowly tilted her head up and bent down to capture her lips in his.
Asad kept it gentle at first, not wanting to scare her by getting too rough. But he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he didn't stop in time. He was just about to pull back, when Zoya responded. Her hands tightened in his hair and she opened her mouth to his probing tongue, entwining her own, with his, and holding it captive. He clutched her to him, deciding at that moment, that all his good intentions could go and screw themselves, somewhere. This was the woman he desired. She was in his arms, responding to him, kissing him back and driving him crazy.
Asad pushed her against the wall and lifted her up, so that she could wrap her legs around him. Zoya moaned in pleasure as she felt his unmistakable hardness press against her very core. Her hips rotated in a rhythm of their own, desperately needing the friction to ease the dull throbbing between her legs. Asad's hands traveled all over her body, tracing her perfect curves, drawing her closer, molding her to him. He had just realized that their clothes were the most annoying thing on the planet, at the moment, when they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Bhaijaan? Zoya?" Najma called. She was wondering what they were doing inside for the past fifteen minutes. With the shower running, she couldn't hear anything either.
Asad and Zoya disentangled themselves quickly, and straightened up, which wasn't necessary, really, given the fact that they'd both taken a shower, fully clothed. Both of them looked terrible.
"Coming, Tamatar!" Zoya called, and was just about to open the door, when Asad caught her arm and spun her around.
"You still haven't told me what you were teaching my sister, back there" he asked her. No matter how much she turned him on, he would not have her filling Najma's head with American crap.
"You still haven't figured it out, Mr. Khan?!" she laughed "Honestly, I always thought you were a little more observant, than this". She rolled her eyes as Asad simply stared at her.
"I was teaching her how to use pepper spray, Mr. Khan!"
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p.s- ddnt get time to read it before posting... please ignore any errors! 😛
Here's an SS i wrote, sometime back: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3388326/asya-ss-kyun-updated-last-part-pg18
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