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Here's the second update for you all. Quite long😛
Part 2:
Not after the whole who's-a-better-cook fight they had had last night for which he still hadn't apologized. But then he had called her so many times, she thought her heart mellowing down a bit.
'Oh cut the crap, Zoe! You're not forgiving him this easily this time', Zoya heard a voice in her head, most probably the devil with a red trident as they showed in cartoons, she thought.
'But you should give him a chance, Zoe. He even sent you so many text messages', she heard another voice, much softer than the previous. Definitely the angel with that halo thing, she thought.
'Huh? Text messages asking you to call him back? Oh puh-lease! Don't listen to this stupid angel, Zoe!', she heard the devil.
'Zoe, the devil is trying to create more problems and you know it! You know how your Asad is, right?', she heard the angel.
'UGH! ENOUGH YOU TWO! Shutup, just shutup!', Zoya screamed out aloud, jumping off the couch, tired by the voices playing up in her head.
'Whoa whoa whoa! I didn't even say anything as yet', Zoya heard a much clearer voice say.
She spun around to find her sister standing at the door, wearing a smug smile on her face, her hands full with various sized shopping bags. Zoya rushed towards Humeira and enveloped her sister in a tight, loving embrace.
'Yo, sister! I think you may not have noticed, I'm carrying alot of weight here. Mind helping me, babe?', she heard Humeira speak, sarcasm lacing her voice.
Zoya chuckled and helped her with the bags. They both sat on the dining table, chatting over a cup of coffee when Humeira's cellphone beeped causing a pause between the two sister's continuous gossiping.
'Looks like Ayaan can't stand his wife being away from him for even this bit, eh?', Zoya asked teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows.
She was so happy for her little sister. She had found out she loved Ayaan madly and since a very long time and no sooner had she found out, she had began her mission 'Get Ayaan and Humeira Together'. With a little help of Asad here and there, she had managed to get the two married. Ayaan loved Humeira alot and that warmed Zoya's heart as her little sister wore a huge smile on her face almost everytime now knowing that Ayaan was now indeed hers. Love, she thought with a smile. She found herself drifting away in the thoughts of her own love story when Humeira's voice brought her back to mother earth.
'Baaji, please! I repeat for the second time, did you NOT see all those shopping bags?', Humeira said irritated, pointing towards the sofa where the bags were.
Soon the meanging sunk in and Zoya realised what Humeira was trying to tell her. Not again, she thought sighing.
'Don't tell me you had a fight with Ayaan again?', Zoya asked rolling her eyes at Humeira. 'What's with you and shopping whenever you guys fight anyway?', she asked sipping in on her coffe again.
'Quite simple', Humeira said shifting in her seat, obviously excited to explain herslef. 'Firstly, I get some time to think about stuff. Secondly, Ayaan fights with me so I have to take revenge. Right? So hence, I shop. Using HIS money!', Humeira explained giggling.
'And so revenge it is, and you get to shop too?!', Zoya asked her sister wide-eyed at her intelligence. Seeing her nod she continued, 'Oh my gosh! Thats a win-win situation! You're a freakin' genius!'
'I know!', Humeira said bragging, a wide grin on her face.
Soon both the girls broke into a fit of laughter, completely unaware of the two men who had just entered the house, only to be rooted to the spot by the most beautiful sight their wives created not too many feets away from them.
'She's beautiful', Asad said mesmerised by the beauty of his wife, laughing away to her heart's content, clutching her stomach.
'So so so beautiful', Ayaan said lost in the twinkling laughter of his own wife.
Both the men zapped out of their reverie almost at the same second, looking at each other, then away, highly embarassed being caught ogling at their wives by the other.
Asad cleared his throat to clear away the awkwardness and Ayaan followed his lead. Afterall, they were their own wives they were staring at. Their legally wedded wives.
'Bhaaabbbiii!', Ayaan said out loud, greeting Zoya.
Or rather scaring her out of her wits. But then that was how it had always been when Ayaan gave them a visit. He always bounced in on the most unexpected times, scaring the daylight out of her. She had a quick flashback of all those times Ayaan secretly used to meet Asad, making Zoya think a thief occasionally gave their house a visit.
'Ayaaan!', Zoya said out aloud, happy to see her brother-in-law.
Zoya stood up and gave Ayaan a quick embrace not failing to notice Asad side glancing at them. She supressed a giggle. Men, she thought with a little roll of her eyes.
'Humeira Begum, i neeed to talk to you', Ayaan said moving towards his wife and giving her a quick hug which she did not reciprocate.
'Not happening', Humeira let out haughtily.
'Oh common Humeira, maybe he wants to say something important', Asad piped in pleading Humeira through his eyes.
A very confused Humeira was led towards another room by a grinning Ayaan leaving behind another pair of love birds alone in the lounge.
'Zo-', Asad began only to be cut off by Zoya.
'NO! Not a word, Mr!', Zoya said wagging her index finger at Asad.
'Will you atleast-', Asad tried again.
'Lalalaalalala', Zoya started chanting loudly, her hands covering her ears.
Asad had had it. This was way too childish. He strode towards Zoya, holding her by her uppper arms, making her stop her incoherent rambling. She stared into his eyes, his deep honey brown eyes that could drown anyone in their magnificient depth.
Asad smirked knowing very well his charm had done it again. He relaxed his hold on her upper arms and slid one of his arms around her waist pulling her flush against him, leaving no space at all between their bodies. He noticed how her cheeks turned into a deep shade of red, making her look even more cuter.
'Asad-', Zoya began, but it was Asad's turn to cut her off.
'Shh!', he said in a husky tone, tracing her lower lip with his finger.
His touch sent shivers down her spine. Even after six months of their marriage, his touch always managed to do weird things to her. She was aware of the fact that she was mad at him, but her whole body refused to stop Asad from this sweet torture. The fight could wait, her ego could wait. Just one kiss, she thought.
Asad could see her resolve weakening, and he smiled at her innocence. He started drawing imaginary circles on her waist knowing it would be the last straw. And so correct he was. As soon as he did that, Zoya cupped his face and brought his face closer to hers to capture his lips in a sensuous kiss. But Asad had other plans, it seemed.
Asad fought with his desire to kiss her senseless knowing this was all part of his plan. So as soon as their lips were just a few centimetres apart, Asad removed her hands from his face slowly and gently.
At first Zoya didn't realise his intentions and in a low, seductive voice moaned, 'Kiss me, already!'
As soon her hands were off his face, her eyes flew open and she stared at him confused when she noticed a wicked smirk on his face. Anger seeped through every vein in her body and she pushed Asad away with all her might running away to their room, shouting curses at him, leaving Asad chuckling to himself in the lounge.
'Sorry darling, but I promise you, its going to be worth the wait', Asad thought to himself, smiling.
He walked to the dining table, and grabbing an apple, started munching on it. He was starving. After a few minutes, he saw a dazed Ayaan and an equally blushing Humeira coming from the study, their hands entwined.
'Kids', he muttered under his breath rolling his eyes.
'So Humeira you agree?', Asad asked Humeira.
'Huh? What?', Humeira uttered confused, suddenly concious of her messed up hair and her smudgedd lipstick.
She ran away towards the guest room to fix hersled lest her brother-in-law noticed, for she would never be able to face him again.
Asad rubbed his temple in frustration and turned towards Ayaan.
'Ayaan did you tell her what to do?'
'Tell her? Tell her what?', Ayaan asked dreamily.
'AYAAN!', Asad roared, losing his cool.
This was enough to bring Ayaan out out of his mushy land and he straightened up, fixing himself.
'Y-yes, yes bhaijaan. All done', Ayaan said. 'She agreed for the vacation and she will be talking to Zoya in a while'.
Asad sighed in relief.
'Okay great, we'l be leaving tonight then so we reach there by tomorrow morning', he told Ayaan.
He decided to check on with his driver to get everything ready for their journey to their little vacation in the farmhouse he had booked for them in the outskirts of Bhopal.
Before leaving the house, he poked Ayaan's cheek and said,
'Nice lip gloss marks, bro. Next time make sure you make her use the light shaded ones, yeah?'
Ayaan turned red due to the embarassment and the sarcasm in his brother's voice.
'Damn', he muttered.
Precap: Their journey to the farmhouse. On a luxurious SUV? I don't think so! 😉
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