FF Nights of confrontations Completed-Epilogue p70 - Page 6

tht was an awesome update yr...i knw..u have smthing in ur mind...pls continue & update soon..i like the fact tht u don't want to stretch it...😛...pls pm me when u update

Realy love it plz pm me for next if possible and plz continue soon:)

wooow read all the parts in a go. it was superb.. and i think zoya will take the initiation now...😉

Originally posted by: ws12

hey guys, i'm glad you liked it. I really didn't want to drag the story the way they do it on tv. And i really feel that tanveer is such a useless character that I didn't want her this. I really wanted to bring the Zoya they had intially showed, the one who follows her heart. And I wanted to show how they brush off on each other... picking up habits etc.

I don't know how long this story will be, but it definitely looks like it has potential.. i'm just trying to stick to the basic plot of qh and continue without a drag. I want to capture a real relationship rather than what they show on screen. The one thing that irritates me the most as a viewer is how people take forever to say something, either because they don't have the guts to say it (asad) or the other person doesn't wanna listen (zoya) or there's somebody in the middle (tanu). And in real life, it may happen once - it doesn't happen all the time!

Besides, on indian tv they tend to show that a guy has desires and the girl is always refusing. Girls have desires too. And since there are no actors acting this out - creating intimacy through words works :)

ahhh i loved it...please update, its soo...lovely...coz i loved it...forgive me its 2a.m im usually punch drunk and half falling asleep by now...but i wana read more, so write more u imaginative person you...😉

read al 5 parts n a go..its nice..plz pm me..

Hey guys, thank you for the comments. Enjoy :)

Part 6:

He didn't respond to her advances. It wasn't because he didn't want her, it was just that the realization of what was happening was yet to happen. She misunderstood his lack of response, and although she wanted to keep going on, she had to stop.

"I'm sorry Mr. Khan" Asad was too pleasantly surprised to do anything, but there he was seeing her make her way out the door. Before she could grab the door handle, he caught her wrist. He pulled her towards him, but at the same time he kept stepping forward. And she would go backwards, until her back was resting on the door. She was caught between his arms. He was happy, she made the move. And she was happy Asad responded and didn't let her go. He raised one arm and reached for the lock. They had their space now.

"There's no need to be sorry" Asad smiled. This was the limit for her… she no longer had control. She put one hand around the back of his neck and the other hand roaming around his upper body and she went on smooching him. His hands came off the door and on to her waist. Although she was being dominant and he didn't mind it, he still wanted some control as well. This two way traffic of passion was on fire. He kept stepping backwards as she pushed him towards the bed, and his grip around her waist pulled her towards him with the same force. Soon enough they fell on the bed, lips still locked, and Zoya on top. It was quite an uncomfortable position for Asad because half his legs were out the bed and they had zoya's weight on them too. He instantly rolled her over in a manner that she was completely on the bed and he was on top. All this while, they had not broken the kiss. Finally Asad broke the lip-lock and gave her wet kisses on her collar bone and she moaned. He was about to glide the sari down from her shoulder and she was glad she removed the pin earlier. He was going slow to make sure she was comfortable, but for her he was too slow. She turned him over, except with her sari she couldn't hover above him – like he did. She just sat on his lower abdomen and bent over to kiss his chest and explore his 6 packs – something she'd always want to do. He was about to open her dori when they heard a car entering the house.

Uh-Oh. Everyone was back from the walima… now what?

Luckily they weren't indecent enough to wrap it up fast. Asad turned her over and told her to fix her sari while he turned the light off, so that they would assume he's sleeping. And before they entered the house, Zoya would be in her room as well. Either how they would know that Asad and Zoya were back because Asad's car was parked outside, and they had left quite early too.

"Allah Miyaan, Asad how am I going to go… I can't go through the window, this sari won't let me!"

Luckily their windows were connected to the balcony in the hall. If she just went out the window and didn't reach her room in time, they would find her in the balcony of the hall. As this idea struck Asad, Zoya was trying to get out the window.

"Zoya, stop" he lifted her and put her out the window. "You can stay here in the balcony, or exit through the hall and if they spot you, you can tell them you needed some fresh air. Besides the door to your room is open, and they'll know you're not there. Ok?"

"M.A. Mr. Khan, aap toh intelligent nikhle" he rolled his eyes at her. Even at times like this she could be this easy-going.

"Ok, ok. I'll see you later tonight" she smiled and left. Again he was quite surprised.

And then the main door opened. The lights went on. Zoya was quick enough to get to the kitchen and grab a glass of water for herself.

"Zoya! How was the date" Najma squeeled, and Zoya blushed".

"Meri Zoya toh khil rahi hai, uske chaehre ka noor ki bata raha hai ki aaj ka din aacha tha" Dilshaad concluded after seeing her expressions.

"Aacha Zoya, hume yeh toh baatao ki asad ne tumhe kaise propose kia" Aapi asked.

Zoya blushed even further, uncertain whether she wanted to tell them. "Woh… actually, main. Nahin. Actually… woh"

"Yeh kya Zoya, aap bhi bhaijaan ke jaise baat kar rahi ho" Najma teased and all of them laughed.

"Theek hai, theek hai mat batao. Kafi raat ho gayi hai, Hum sab ko sone jaana chahiye" Dilshad said trying to help Zoya.

Everyone agreed. They all headed to their rooms. Zoya changed into her nightdress fast, and as she did something fell out of her cupboard. It was the musical ball given to her from her abu. She looked at it with a smile, and thought of Asad.

Zoya's POV:

May be I should take it along with me, and show it to him. He can't meet my parents and get their blessings, but I can definitely share my blessings with him. Ya Allah, thank you for everything, for this wonderful family, for Asad, for our relationship… thank you.

And then, she jumped out of the window and she was about to jump into Mr. Khan's window but she saw a shadow of two people hugging. She went ahead and jumped into the room. The room was dark – Asad had kept the light off since she left.

"Allah Miyaan, what's going on here!" Both of them looked at her. They both knew it was Zoya, who else speaks like this? She turned the light on and found a shocked Ayaan and a smirking Asad.

"Rabarrt! Tum!"

"Mona, tum yahan kya kar rahi ho, woh bhi itni raat ko!" Zoya was glad she had the musical ball in her hand – at least she had an excuse.

"Woh, main… actually main Mr. Khan ko kuch dikha ne aayi thi. Waise bhi main apne hone wale shauhar se milne aayi hoon" She baffled. Asad had a huge smile on his face. He had never seen her at loss for words, and neither had he ever heard her refer to him as her fianc.

"Itni raat ko? Hume bhi dekhna hai ki aap kya dikha ne wali thi" He tried to pull her leg. Seeing the smile on Asad's face, his doubts from that night were confirmed – Asad loved Zoya – and now he also knew that Zoya loved Asad.

"Yeh" she pulled out the musical ball. The brothers looked at it.

"Zoya, yeh kya hai?" asked a curious Asad

"Yeh mere abu ki nishani hai Mr. Khan, I wanted to share it with you."

"Kya yeh main dekh saktha hoon, Mona?" He asked with a serious tone

"Haan Rabarrt, kyun nahi. Tumhe toh laga hoga ki main jooth bol rahi hoon. Hmph" She said folding her arms

"Aisa hi ek Humeira ke pass hai… jo ki mamujaan ne une diya tha sagaai ke waqt" Ayaan blurted out

"Rabarrt, yeh bauhat unique hai. Yeh kahin pe bhi nahi milta… Tumhe koi galatfami hui hogi"

"Shayad hui ho" Ayaan was sure it was the same. He needed to find out about it.

Ayaan's POV:

If this was what Zoya's father had given her, then mamujaan may have known her father? Wasn't there a picture Bhaijaan had given me earlier? I'll ask him about it after I ask Humeira about the musical ball.

Looking at Ayaan lost in his own thoughts Asad decided to interrupt "Ayaan, kafi raat ho gayi hai… I think you should go"

"Ji bhaijaan, main sab samajhta hoon. Aap siddhe siddhe ke sakhte hain hi aap ko Mona dar – I mean bhabhi ke saath thoda akele mein time chahiye" Ayaan was quick to return to his witty mode.

"Ayaan…" Asad gave him the stern look, while Zoya cherished witnessing their relationship.

Ayaan left. And now it was just the two of them, the musical ball, some conversations, and the bed.