Asya fanfic: Love's Sacrifice

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mrsNiallHoran

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Posted: 12 years ago

Love's Sacrifice

This is my first fan fiction/short story. After seeing so many great ones, i felt inspired to write my own;) I'm going to have a lot of flashbacks to explain the plot better. Also it's going to be all English since I really can't write Urdu or Hindi! Anywho hope all you Asya fans enjoy it. This is for you guys!

Chapter 1

Zoya took another swig. And another and why not one more? Today she drank to her heart's content.

She wanted to forget all the pain and troubles and just be free for once. Free to feel anger. Free to cry. Free to dream and wish.

She stumbled along the roadside, not knowing where she was. It was dark by now and she knew Ayaan and everybody else at home would be wondering where she was.

But today, she didn't care how upset or mad they were, because all this time she had been upset. She had been going mad.

Zoya had no particular destination, but as long as it was somewhere away from that house, she didn't care. All this time she had felt trapped, like a caged bird. She now understand the poor little animal and could sympathize with it. At home, there were so many restrictions. How to dress, how to talk, how to behave. Soon they will tell her how to feel! Although she felt like they actually were telling her that already. If she had known it would be this difficult to stay away from the person you loved, then she might have made a totally different descion.

By now she was completely sloshed and mumbling incoherent thoughts.

Zoya had lost control of her direction when all of a sudden a huge black car came directly in front of her, but thankfully the driver managed to apply the brakes at the right time, avoiding any collision.

If she had been sober, she would have recognized the car right away, since she had been hit with this car twice before.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car slamming the door shut and then rushing over to where she was.

"Are you okay?" he asked and then looked both shocked and surprised when he saw who it was.

"Zoya! What are you doing here? At this time?" he asked her.

"Hey! Look! It's Mr.Akdu Ahmed Khan.! " she said in a slurred voice.

"Are you drunk?" Asad asked her, disgustedly.

" Drunk? Am I drunk? Yes! Yes I am!" then she giggled uncontollably.

Asad looked uncomfortable. " I think we should get you home. Everybody must be worried about you. Especially… Ayan." he finished a little stiffly.

"I don't care." Zoya pouted, almost like a little kid. "I don't wanna go."

"Zoya, you have to go home. You can't stay out here." he said trying to explain to her.

"Or you can take me with you! Take me to your house. I want to see Phoopi and Najma. I want to stay with you. Please!" she pleaded.

Asad's heart almost broke at her begging. She sounded so lost and alone.

But he hardened his heart once again. She deserved it. She was the one who left him. Walked out on their marriage. Just like Rashid Ahmed Khan. He had known he shouldn't have trusted her, but when he listened to his heart and not his head for once, he thought he was doing the right thing.

Wrong.

He was to blind to her true colors. Asad now realized it was foolish to be swayed by emotions and now thought it was better to be stone-hearted than having feelings. At least than you couldn't get hurt.

"Come on," he said avoiding an answer. "I'll take you home."

"No," she said firmly.

"Come on Zoya don't be stubborn." Asad said impatiently. " Let's go. Now."

"I know you're mad at me." Zoya said.

Asad choice to ignore it.

"Come on."

"But don't you see I was doing it for you?"

Asad finally snapped. "For me? You broke my heart and left me because you were thinking of me? I'm sorry but I don't understand."

"I know that you're upset Asad, but what was my fault?"

He gritted his teeth in anger.

She went on. "Is it my fault that I love you?"

"Love? Do you know what love is? When you love someone you don't hurt them. You make them happy not upset. You make sure that they are always smiling not crying." he said, tears now visible in his eyes.

It pained her to see tears in his eyes, but instead she said, " When you love someone, sometimes you have to hurt them, in order for them to be happy later."

Asad looked at her for a moment and then turned away.

" I'm wasting my time here talking nonsense with you. It's already late, so let's go."

"No. I don't want to go home. I just want to leave. "

"Zoya, stop acting foolish!"

"If I can't leave from that house, then maybe I should just leave this world."

"Zoya! What nonsense are you talking about? Just shut up and come with me!"

But now Zoya was walking away there to the railing.

"Zoya! Come back here"

She ignored him and stood on the railing.
Asad ran to her. " Zoya stop messing around and get down this instance!"

"Stay away," Zoya commanded.
"If you come closer I will jump." she threatened.

"Okay, okay," he said raising his hands. "I'm not coming any closer. Just carefully get down and walk away from the railing."
Zoya stumbled and Asad moved forward again.

"I said stay away!" she screamed.

"Alright, alright!" he said, looking worried now. This girl acted so childish sometimes!

Without her noticing Asad slowly inched forward a step at a time.

Zoya's head started hurting and she felt like she was seeing doubles. She held her head and then she fell.

Asad ran forward and caught her just as she fell.

He held her in his arms and looked at her. She was out cold, and he could bet she was going to have a huge headache the next morning, on top of a hangover.

He put her in the car and buckled her in. Then he got in the drivers' seat and started the car.

Asad glanced over at her. She looked peaceful and calm in comparison to how she was just a few minutes earlier. The stress was gone and now there was bliss.
She looked more like the Zoya he knew. Well, the Zoya he thought he knew.

The thing that changed, was actually her outfits.

Gone were the jeans and tops he once hated.

Instead they were replaced by a salwar kameez. She now looked like the type of traditional wife he always wanted.
But now he , he couldn't believe he was saying this, but he actually missed those outfits. In fact he missed everything about her. Her laugh, her smile, her silly shayrias. He even missed her clumsiness and her loud, boisterous voice. How she could make his ammi and tamatar smile. But most of all her ability to make him feel again. To make him feel special and loved.

But in the end it was just a facade. Or was it? Now he wasn't even sure. Did she really love him or had she had just been playing him all along.

Asad realized that he hadn't started driving yet and started driving to Ayan's house.

He recalled her words of not wanting to go there.

Asad truly wished he could take her home with him, but knew that would impossible.

He wished he could take Zoya with him, and they both could just go somewhere. Just the two of them, without society to judge and question them.

But he knew it was just wishful thinking and would have to stay that way.

To be continued….

Index:

Chapter 1-pg1
Chapter 2-pg1
Chapter 3a-pg2
Chapter 3b-pg 3
Chapter 4-pg 5

Edited by mrsNiallHoran - 12 years ago

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:'( Feel so sad for both Asad and Zoya!

Hearts are longing for the other and life's cruelty that they cannot be together.. Loved the start!

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Chapter 2

Asad carefully carried Zoya up to the front house of the Siddique's house. The place where he vowed he would never step foot in. But he knew that Zoya's safety was more important than his enmity with the, and that he would have to swallow his pride for her.

He rang the doorbell, being careful not to disturb Zoya. The door was opened to reveal, Rashid Ahmed Khan on the other side. Behind him Asad could see the rest of the family looking worried.

Rashid looked relieved seeing Zoya with Asad. "Asad! You have Zoya! How did you find her?"

Asad ignored him and pushed past him, leaving a hurt Rashid behind.

Ayan ran up to him, worry etched in his features. "Bhaijaan, where did you find her? We've been searching for her for hours." He suddenly noticed that Zoya was unconscious and became even more panicked. "What happened to her? Why is she limp, like this?"

"Calm down, Ayan. Nothing's wrong with her, except that she'll probably have a huge headache."Asad said trying to reassure him.

Ayan looked confused. "What you do mean."

"I mean that she was pretty much drunk when I found her," Asad stated.

"Allah! Look at what this shameless girl has done now." Raziya screeched. "She was already out so late and on top of it she was drinking? She has no respect for our reputation! She is going to have to explain herself this instance!"

"Raziya, calm down," Badi bi said, getting annoyed with her. "She's clearly in no shape to talk. Let her rest and then tomorrow we can discuss this."

Asad stayed quiet, just wanting to cherish these few moments he had with Zoya, until she would be ripped apart from him again. He glanced down at her sleeping form, oblivious to the banter going on in the room. Right now she looked like an angel. Her lips were slightly parted and her cheeks rosy. Her chest rose up and down and reminded him of all those nights with her in his bed. When she would lean closer to him and lay on his chest. And how they would sleep in complete peace together, being so comfortable just because they were in each others presence. Having her so close to him made him feel so warm…and alive again. Asad remembered how her sweet smell would fill his room and how her laughter would brighten up his day. They had been so happy, yet everything had gone so horribly wrong.

Ayan snapped him out of his reverie. "Bhaijaan? Bhaijaan!"
"Huh? What?" Asad said, looking lost.

Ayan looked at him strangely. "I've been telling you that I'll take Zoya to our room where she can rest."
Asad nodded slowly not wanting to give Zoya up, but knowing at the same that he had too.

Ayan tried to take Zoya out of Asad's arms, but Zoya, tightened her grip on Asad. "No, don't leave me." she muttered.

Ayan looked surprised and Asad tried to save the situation. "She's just confused." he said hastily.

Then he gently removed her hand of him and allowed Ayan to take her from him.

"I'll just go put her on the bed. Be back in a minute." Ayan said and took her to their room.

Their room.

Asad couldn't think of Zoya being with someone else, even if it was his own brother. The thought of them sleeping together, so close to each other, made him curl his fist in anger.

Asad snapped himself out of his thoughts before he got more angry.

"Well, I guess I'll get going," he said but a hand reached out to stop him. "Asad, just wait for a few minutes, Ayan will be back soon." Rashid asked him.

Asad yanked away from him. "I think I should leave now, " he replied in a cool tone.

He turned to leave, but then Nikhat spoke up. "Please Bhaijaan, wait for a few minutes. You know how upset Ayan will be if you leave without meeting him. Especially after you found Zoya and brought her home safely."

Asad was about to politely deny her request when Raziya interrupted him. "Found Zoya?" she questioned mockingly. "I doubt he just found her. He was probably roaming around with her all day." she snidely remarked.

Asad gritted his teeth in anger, but kept his cool.

However Raziya wasn't done with her taunts. "Who knows what they were doing all this time. On one hand we have this shameless girl who up until now dressed so indecently."

Then she looked at Asad with pure disgust. "And on the other hand we have Asad Ahmed Khan, who learned from his mother on how to trap people and use them for there own benefit."

"Enough!" Asad shouted. He pointed a finger at her. "Don't you dare bring my Ammi into this "

"Bhabi, what nonsense are you talking about " Rashid asked, shocked.

Raziya looked at Asad with contempt. "If you're so decent than why were you with a girl from a respectable family at such a late time? Why are you so close to her?"

"How can you ask him something like that?"

Everybody turned to see an angry Ayan coming toward them.

"Why would Bhaijaan do anything like that? You have such dirty thoughts, Aunt!" Ayan walked to Asad.

"I trust Bhaijaan. I know that next to me, he will keep her safe. I trust him with her life." Ayan said proudly.

Raziya looked unimpressed, and grumbled to herself.

On the other hand Asad couldn't look his brother in the eye. It was true that he hadn't been messing around with Zoya today and nor would he ever do that. Zoya was Ayan's wife and he had no right over her.

But at the same time it was true, that despite the anger and bitterness he harbored toward her, he knew he that he was still deeply in love with her. As much as he tried to forget that a Zoya Farooqui ever existed, he knew he couldn't. And for this he felt guilty. Having these feelings for Zoya, while she was married to Ayan was not right.

"You trust your brother far too much, Ayan. But one day when he snatches your wife away from you, you'll understand what I meant!" Raziya warned.

"Enough,Raziya!" Ghafoor spoke up. "Enough!"

Raziya stayed quiet, but kept sending murderous glares, which Asad sent back.

"I really have to go now." Asad told Ayan. "Ammi will be worried."
"Okay,Bhaijaan." Ayan gave him a huge hug.

Once Asad had left he went back to his room. Zoya was sleeping peacefully. She's really beautiful, he thought. He moved forward to her and brushed a lock of hair that was on her face. He turned to go when he felt her hold his hand.

"Don't go." Zoya muttered in her sleep.

Ayan turned around surprised. Zoya never acted like this. Maybe it's because she's not awake.

"I'm not going anywhere," Ayan comforted her.

"Please don't leave." she begged. "I'm sorry for what I did, but please don't leave me."

"Shhh," Ayan smoothed back her hair. "Just rest."

"I'm sorry Asad. Please don't leave me." Zoya whimpered.
Ayan froze. Did she just say Asad? He listened to see what else she was saying, but she stopped talking and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Ayan stood up. Why was Zoya talking about Bhaijaan? Why was she asking him to forgive her? What was going on between them?

Ayan recalled all of Raziya's accusations. Was Asad and Zoya really meeting behind his back?

No! He mentally slapped himself,for thinking that. His brother was one of the most trusted people in his life. He would never do something like this. And Zoya…she was his wife. Even if they weren't so close yet, she wouldn't cheat him.

No, he told himself. You're just letting Aunt's words get to you. Nothing is going on between Asad and Zoya.

He decided he was tired and went to sleep on the couch.

He looked at Zoya from where he was. She was his. And that's how it would be.

[B]Author's note: Please comment! It encourages me om whether or not I should continue the story. Tell me it was good, bad, terrible, amazing, whatever! I just want to know what your thoughts are!-?Ashley

Edited by mrsNiallHoran - 12 years ago

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Thank you for all who like and commented on my story! But please for all of you silent readers, don't feel shy! I really want to hear all of your thoughts. Trust me I don't bite! If nobody comments, I feel that maybe this isn't such a good story and that I should discontinue it. So please comment!

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Chapter 3:

Zoya squinted. The light shone directly on her face and made her shift uncomfortably. She turned to the other side. Her stomach turned, causing her to groan. Why was her head hurting so much? And why did she feel like throwing up?

Zoya pulled herself up out of bed. She walked a few steps when she suddenly felt all the food coming up.

She rushed to the bathroom and threw up into the garbage can. Zoya felt like all her insides were in a twist. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands holding her hair back and patting her back.

Ayan didn't even flinch when she she threw up. He just stood there by her and patiently waited for her to finish.

Once Zoya finished, she curled up in a corner.

"Are you okay?" Ayan asked, worriedly.

"Yeah," Zoya said weakly. "Just feel like I emptied out all my intestines along with all the food and alcohol."

Ayan picked her up from her crouched form and carried her to the bed. Zoya lay down with her eyes closed for a moment and tried to relax her body.

Ayan shuffled around awkwardly. "I'm going to go, but if you need anything, Ammi is there and so is Badi bi.

"Okay," Zoya said quietly.

When she didn't say anything more, he left the room.

Zoya, felt that she was now alone to think freely. She started remembering bits from the night before. She remembered her drinking outside and she remembered that somebody was with her. But who?

She strained her memory to figure it out. She could see a blurry figure but she wasn't getting who it was.

Zoya closed her eyes in concentration. She could remember bits of a conversation

"Love? Do you know what love is? When you love someone you don't hurt them. You make them happy not upset. You make sure that they are always smiling not crying."

She tried to think more and remembered her saying:

"When you love someone, sometimes you have to hurt them, in order for them to be happy later."

Then she suddenly realized who it was.

Asad.

She felt tears well up in her eyes. Asad. She had finally gotten to talk to him yesterday, after such a long time. If only she had been sober, she could have had a proper conversation !

Zoya mentally cursed herself for drinking all that alcohol. She had never drank before and had done it in the moment, being so upset. But truth be told, it was the foulest thing she had ever tasted, and she vowed never to drink again.

Zoya recalled her arguing with him last night. Of course! The one chance she got to talk with him and they argued. Of course that shouldn't surprise her, since after all, they had always fought like cats and dogs. She smiled remembering their first meeting.

He had knocked her over with his car and came out to help her. But of course she snapped at him for driving so recklessly. He had been so shocked that she had talked to him like that!

She giggled as she remembered the second time he had hit her with his car. She had been trying to spray the pepper spray on him, but instead had sprayed her own eyes!

Of course they had many more arguments after that, way too many to count! They squabbled over everything.

But over time they became closer, and developed a certain understanding of each other. They both realized that they shared a similar pain. One of abandonment. Of grief. Of loneliness. They were more alike than they thought, and were slowly, without realizing it, depending on each other.

Zoya had realized there was more to the stern, judgmental and grumpy person that she and everybody else saw. That even though he might seem cold-hearted and rude, in reality he just couldn't bring himself to care because he didn't want to hurt anybody.

Behind his hard exterior, was an almost child-like person, who wanted to be cherished and loved. She saw that he had trust issues and wasn't willing to open his heart to just anyone. But little by little he allowed her in. To see him how he truly was.

And as for her, Asad had begun to see that there was more to her than meets the eye. He realized that just like him, even she was lonely. Not necessarily alone. They both had people who cared about them and loved them. But nobody who truly understood them. They both struggled with abandonment issues, although Asad seemed to show it much more often than her.

During their relationship they had realized their feelings for each other and grown closer. They both got what they wanted. Someone who understood them and who they could share their troubles with.

She remembered how aloof he was when they first got married. He quiet and always lost in his own thoughts. However Zoya was slowly able to break through the barrier and eventually he started to thaw out.

Zoya smiled to herself as she remembered one night, when things started changing for them.

Flashback:

Asad let Zoya sleep on the bed while he took the couch. This was how they had been doing it and so Asad went to get a blanket and pillow from the bed.

Suddenly Zoya shouted. "Stop it Mr.Khan!"

Asad jerked, looking startled. "What happened? What did I do?"

"I'll tell you what you did," she said dramatically. "You're being," she paused for effect. "A gentleman."

Asad rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for committing such a heinous crime, but it had do be done. Now if you're done with your drama, can we go to bed?

"No." Zoya stated firmly. "You might be a gentleman but even I can be a gentlewomen with manners."

Asad snorted. "Somehow I find it hard to believe, so try not to stress yourself and go to bed."

"I've decided that since you've been sleeping on the couch all this time, while I comfortably went to sleep on the bed, that I will sleep on the couch tonight." she announced.

"What?"

"It's all right, you don't need to thank me," Zoya said waving a hand. " I know. I'm thoughtful and generous."

"If that's what you thought I was going to say then get your facts straight. I was actually going to ask if you got hurt, because you're suddenly being polite. Who are you and what have you done with the real Zoya?"

Zoya huffed. "Whatever! The point is that I will sleep on the couch and you will sleep on the bed.

However Asad didn't feel right about making Zoya sleeping on the couch."But Zoya, the couch isn't very comfortable. Wouldn't you rather sleep on the bed?"

"Why do you think? That I'm so weak that I can't sleep on the couch and only you can?" she questioned back.

Asad clutched his forehead. "You're always twisting my words! That's not what I meant! I was just saying-"

"That since I'm a girl I can't take a night on the couch? Right?" Zoya said heatedly.

"Fine! If you want the couch so badly then take it!" he said frustratedly.

Zoya smiled, triumphantly.

Asad stalked back to the bed. "This girl is always causing a scene," he muttered to himself.

"I heard that," Zoya yelled.

Asad couldn't stop the small smile creeping in his face as he got into the bed.

"Good night Zoya," Asad said sleepily, turning the light off.

"Good night Mr.Khan," Zoya replied back with a smile on her face.

An hour later:

Zoya tossed and turned, not finding a proper position to sleep in. She was not used to sleeping in such a small place and wasn't able to get any rest. Zoya grumbled to herself getting fed up with this stupid couch!

Needless to say, she was regretting making a fuss about sleeping on the couch. Asad was right. The couch wasn't comfortable. At all.

But there was nothing she could now. She couldn't wake up Asad. First of all, he would be more grumpier than usual and bite her head off for waking him up in the middle of the night! And second of all, he would just say I told you so, trying to prove that he knew everything in the whole damn world!

So for now she would have to suck it up and and bear it.

But after shuffling around for another few minutes, Zoya decided she couldn't take it anymore. She sat upright on the couch, contemplating what to do.

Then a large growl came for her stomach. "Allah Miya, don't growl so loudly!" Zoya whispered to her stomach. "If Mr.Akdu Ahmed Khan hears you, then he will wake up and growl at me!"

Zoya decided that since she couldn't get any sleep, that she might as well go down and get something to eat.

She tiptoed all the way to the kitchen, trying not to make a single sound. Zoya searched all over for something to eat, when she remembered that she had bought some pakodas in the afternoon!

She finally found them and took them to the table to snack quietly on them.

She was busy munching on the pakodas, that she didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming to the kitchen at first.

Then in between her munching and crunching on the pakodas, she suddenly felt someone else's presence in the room with her. Zoya looked up to see a tall, dark,person coming into the room. She dropped the pakoda in her hand on the plate and shrieked in terror.

Instantly the figure strode over to her side and clamped a hand on her mouth. Zoya struggled to remove the person's hand of her mouth, but he was resolute and would not let go. Her mind raced wildly. What should she do? She wished she had her pepper spray with her, but she had left it in the room.

Then without warning she picked up the pakodas and threw them behind her at the person. I'm sorry for wasting you, she thought inwardly. When he didn't let go still, she bit down on his hand. Hard.

"Ow! What the hell was that for! " A familiar aggravated voice shouted.

Zoya whirled around in surprise to see an extremely angry Asad standing there, holding his hand in pain.

"Allah Miya! I'm so sorry Mr.Khan! I had no idea it was you!"

"You. Bit. My. Hand." he gritted through his teeth.

Zoya quickly ran to turn the light on and then got the first aid box.

After cleaning up Asad's hand and apologizing a million times, she returned to her pakodas.

"What are you doing down here at this time of the night?" he asked her with an annoyed look on her face. "You should be in bed right now." Then he paused for a moment and a small smirk spread across his face. "Wait a minute. Were you not able to sleep because of the couch?"

"What? No! Of course not," she said brushing him off. "I was simply hungry and came down to eat. See?" Zoya said gesturing to her pakodas.

"Hmm-Hmm" Asad said, not entirely convinced.

"And I'll have you know,that because of YOU, MY pakodas got wasted!" she accused.

Asad was incredulous. "You're blaming ME, when YOU threw those stupid pakodas at me?"

"Of course," Zoya said nonchantly. "Who else would I blame?"

Asad sputtered. This girl was insufferable!

"Anyways, why did you have to come down all secretly. You almost scared me to death!"

"Of course, I wouldn't get that lucky," Asad mumbled to himself.

"Did you say somehing?"

"What? No, I didn't say anything," Asad said, a bit too innocently.

Zoya narrowed her eyes, but didn't say anything.

"Anyways, do you want a pakoda," Zoya asked micheviously.

Asad recoiled visibly, remembering the last incident with pakodas. "No thank you," he replied.

"Come on, Asad," Zoya said teasingly, knowing very well what he was thinking about. "It's just a harmless pakoda. Trust me! No bhanng! I checked this time." Zoya giggled looking at how uncomfortable he was getting.

"I'm pretty tired, so I'll just go.." He trailed off.

"Come on Mr.Khan. It's just a measly pakoda."

She went on to tease him. "This time you don't need any bhanng pakodas to tell me how you feel," she said nudging him. "You can just tell me directly."

"Really," Asad stated more than asked, while staring at her. Zoya didn't know what to say now and nervously stuffed some pakodas in her mouth.

Asad moved closer and closer to her until her back touched the wall and when their bodies touched their was no denying the spark between them.

He stared intensely at her and moved his hand near her face and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His hand lingered on her face, making her flush.

"Do you want me to tell you how I really feel," he asked huskily, still gazing at her.

"Well," Zoya fumbled, not sure what to say now. So many times she had wanted him to tell her how he felt, and now when he wants to, she was completely dumbfounded.

Asad gave her a small smile, which Zoya uncertainly returned.

"I think that when you smile, even the sun can't be brighter. You can lighten up a whole room, with your vibrant personality. Your eyes always have that sparkle, which can make my heart skip a beat and you have glow about you that makes everybody else seem dull in comparison."

Zoya smiled wider now. Did he really think this about her?

"And when you smile like that, you look adorable with your dimple." Zoya blushed, and tried to bite back her smile, yet failed miserably.

"Your beauty isn't just on the outside, although it's certainly there, but it's also there on the inside. You care so much about everybody and try to make them happy."

Asad pulled her close to him, until their noses were nearly touching. Zoya looked at him a little breathlessly. What was he going to do? He caressed her lips with his and they were about kiss when-

"Argh!" Asad said, scooting away from her

Zoya had spat out the remaining pakodas that were in her mouth all over Asad and now also on the floor!

"Zoya, why can't you eat like a normal human being!"

"Allah Miya, what's wrong with you Mr.Khan? I was just eating them, I didn't mean for it to all come out. But I am-"

Zoya suddenly started coughing, and Asad worriedly ran to get her some water. He came to her side and helped her drink the water, while patting her back.

Once she calmed down he helped her to sit down. "Are you okay," Asad asked, concernedly.

"Yeah," Zoya said,still, clearing her throat.

Asad nodded and stood up to leave.

"I'm sorry," Zoya said bashfully. Asad just have her a tired smile. "It's fine. It could have happened to anyone." he said uncertainly. "Well probably not," he reconsidered. "but still all the same, it was an accident."

Zoya looked unsure, but didn't say anything further.

Asad awkwardly shifted around. "Do you need anything else?"

"Umm.. No I'm fine, thanks." she said forcing a smile.

"Okay, well are you going to bed right now or.."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," she reassured him. "Don't worry about me,"

Asad nodded. Seeing that she was okay and that she didn't anything, he left.

Zoya couldn't believe that she did that! Do say that she was upset was a major understatement. She was mortified beyond words. It wasn't her fault that she spat all those pakodas on him.

Well maybe it was, but in reality she was doing him a favor. If he had kissed her, then he definitely would have eaten the pakodas, whether he wanted to or not!

However, Mr.Khan's reaction was almost worth the embarrassment!

But all those things he said to her. Did he really mean it? Was that really how he saw her? She couldn't help but grin like a teenage lovestruck girl.

She knew that he had some feelings for her, that she saw it in his eyes. But to have him tell her all this? This was completely unexpected!

Wait a minute Zoya, she stopped herself from getting too excited. You know how Mr. Khan is. One moment he will be all sweet and concerned and kind to her. And the next moment he will deny all feelings for her and become a rock again! Absolutely bipolar and emotionally challenged man!

But then again, she thought, smiling once more, he was being more romantic than ever. Zoya touched her lips, wondering if Asad's lips has really touched it just s few minutes ago. He was going to kiss me! Zoya thought, excitedly.True she had ruined the moment, but the moment was good while it lasted.

To be continued…..

(This flashback will not end here but continue in the next chapter. I have more planned for you guys so keep reading!"