AsYa FF: Raabta Chapter 12(Updated 28/8/13) Pg. 33 - Page 2

Chapter 2:

"Ms Farooqui! How much more time will you take?" Asad screamed at top of his lungs. He was losing his patience and he had no idea why. He glared at Zoya's door trying to bore a hole to make his voice reach her. He finally heard some shuffling and the door knob turned slowly. He stepped back as he took in Zoya's breathtaking view.

She was wearing a turquoise salwar kameez with small diamond studs. It was a gorgeous change from her regular jeans and shirts which he had learned to bear. His eyes then fell on her left hand and a smile crept on his face as he saw his ring adorning her finger. He swallowed and adjusted his collar, embarrassed at the fact that he had been checking Zoya out. But she was his wife right? He could do anything he wanted. He was just about to open his mouth to say something before he remembered why he was here in the first place. Zoya wanted to meet another man. He clenched his fist and his jaws tightened as he turned to look away. Zoya noticed his demeanor change and she closed her eyes. One second she felt she saw something in his eyes for her and the next second it was gone. She walked up to him and whispered, "Shall we go Mr. Khan?"

Asad ignored her and barged through the main door to his car. Zoya slowly followed twirling her dupatta in her fingers as her eyes caught her ring. She felt her eyes tear up but she looked up trying to keep the tears where they belonged. Before she could lift her hands to open the car door she saw that Asad had opened it for her already and had turned to walk to his side. This time Zoya could not stop her tears. How was she going to handle his bipolar behavior?

Asad glanced at Zoya from the side of his eyes. Why was she so bipolar? And is she crying? He desperately wanted to say something to her but his ego made him keep his mouth shut. He started the car and felt absolutely awkward at the silence echoing in the car. He never had a silent car ride with Ms. Farooqui before. After half an hour he decided to make the trip less awkward and asked, "Do you know where his house is Ms. Farooqui?"

After getting no reply Asad looked over, only to catch Zoya sleeping soundly and leaning on her window. Her hair was over her face and on natural instinct Asad moved it of her, feeling her soft skin in the process as he tucked her hair behind her ear. He decelerated and parked his car on the side of the road. First because he had no idea where he had to go and second to look at the angel sleeping in his car. He just could not keep his eyes off her. The way her lashes formed dark crescents on her cheeks, her nose which sloped perfectly and her lips that looked so luscious that he could not help trace it with his fingers. Zoya shuffled at the very same moment and Asad jerked back into his seat putting on his frown. Zoya blinked a couple of times to orient herself and finally her eyes landed on Asad. She stifled a yawn and stretched a little. Asad could not help look at her chests that rose with each sigh and breath. He tightly shut his eyes and forced himself to look ahead. When Zoya was totally out of her slumber she asked why they had stopped the car.

Asad looked at her annoyingly and said, "Cause someone was sleeping and did not bother to tell the designated driver the address."

Zoya bit her lips and looked at her lap. "I'm really sorry Mr. Khan, I have no idea how I fell asleep. Imran's house is just a turn away." Asad stared at her in shock because he had purposely thrown a sarcastic comment her way and all he got was that? Taking a deep breathe he stepped on the accelerator and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. This girl was driving him mad and he was not sure he could handle it.

None of them spoke till they reached Imran's house. It was a two story house in a nice and quiet neighborhood. Asad noticed how Zoya's face looked brighter as she looked toward the house. Asad followed her gaze and glared at the silhouette of a tall man who brought the smile on Zoya's face. The next thing he knew, Zoya had ran off to hug the man and both broke into small bouts of giggles and laughter. Asad simply turned away and tried to not let his anger seep out his skin. He held on to the car's handle till his muscles ached and begged him to let go. He finally let go when he felt a little tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see Zoya standing next to Imran. Imran's hand was wrapped around Zoya's waist as he cocked his eyebrows and stared at Asad.

How dare he! Asad thought. And Zoya noticing the tension in the air removed Imran's hand and stood by Asad. She placed her hands on Asad's, relieved that he relaxed, and introduced him to Imran.

"Imran this is Asad, my fianc. Asad this is Imran, the friend I told you about." Asad was still stuck in the moment Zoya introduced him as her fianc. He didn't know why but deep down it made his stomach churn with bliss. He then looked at Imran and decided the least he could do was act civil.

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i rad the 2 parts in one go

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