FF Fake Nikkah or Real?update on pg. 31 - Page 6

That night when Asad came home, the house was very quiet. Everyone must be sleeping, and he hoped Zoya had also gone to sleep. But alas, he didn't know what awaited him in the room. Asad slowly opened the bedroom door, his gaze fell on the bed and there was no Soya on the bed. He looked around still no sight of her. He turned around when he heard the bathroom door open. What he saw nearly blew his head. Soya came out of the bathroom wearing a purple nightgown, which fell just above her knees and on top she wore a lacy robe. Through the robe Assad could see a glimpse of her cleavage. He looked down and saw her legs that ran for miles and disappeared under the robe. He imaged what lay beyond that nightie and robe. She was looking extremely beautiful and sexy as hell. His mind was going the wrong way. He quickly turned around and started work. Soya stood there frozen and blushing bright red. She didn't know Assad was back. But she was happy her plan had worked. Assad was affected by her. She walked to the bed and sat down. She wasn't comfortable wearing this kind of clothes, but she had to do this, after what Mr Khan did in the bathroom. What does he think of himself, he can whatever and get away with it. He had, to have a taste of his own medicine.

Assad turned around and found her sitting on the bed. "Ms Baroque what are you wearing?" Assad asked sounding annoyed. "I'm wearing, what you wear at night Mr Khan...and someone told me that I'm Mrs Zoya AHMED KHAN," Zoya said stressing on Ahmed khan. Assad shut his eyes and turned away from and massaged his forehead. If he had looked at her fore longer he'd probably just listen to his head, which way tell him all the ways how he could take that nightie off her. He mentally slapped himself. Soya stood up and went to open the window. 'Mr Khan it's so hot tonight nah' Soya said and looked at him for a reaction. The wind blew the satin nightie, the material sticking to her body leaving no bump and curves unseen by Asad. This had to stop he told himself. She was driving him mad. He had to take control of the situation right now or else he was in deep trouble. Soya still stood by the window, she had looked away just for a minute and Mr Khan moved like lightening, and roughly pulled her against him hard. Zoya gasped loudly out of shock. They stood there Zoya's back to Assad front. Assad lowered his head. Zoya could feel his warm breath on the side of her neck. She felt tingles run down her spine. He put his hand on her shoulders and slowly slide it all the way down to her hands until they fingers were intertwined. He moved his lips close to her ears and hoarsely whispered "Mrs Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan, if you don't go and change that damn dress you are wearing, then the heat outside will be nothing compared to how hot it can get in this room. Do I make myself clear?" He let go off Zoya. Zoya was blushing beetroot and just stood there still lost. When she realised he had once again won mentally slapped her self. All the effort she done, gone down the drain. She had lost herself when he had touched her.

Zoya went to the bathroom and changed into her normal sleeping kurti and pants. She came out looking disappointed. She looked at Asad he was sleeping on the sofa, his arm was over his eyes and knees up he was pretending to be asleep, but Zoya saw his eyelids move. She got in bed and closed her eyes. But she remembered Asad's word about how hot it could get in the room and blushed. She twisted and turned in bed too excited to sleep. But at last sleep did come.

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