AsYa FF: Raabta Chapter 12(Updated 28/8/13) Pg. 33 - Page 3

"Are you guys planning to come in or not?" asked Imran gesturing towards the door.

"Of course we are!" chirped Zoya, her mood visibly better. Asad on the other hand was a little hesitant. He reluctantly followed them into the house and was surprised to find a clean kept house which looked much like his own. He had expected Imran to be messy and disorganized. I mean, he is Zoya's friend after all he thought.

"So what would you guys like to drink?" asked Imran bowing his head and trying to act like a waiter, fixing his imaginary bow and holding out his hands. Zoya giggled and asked for a can of coke. Asad kept mum and Zoya looked towards him and turned to Imran. "He'll have a coffee, bitter and black" said Zoya emphasizing the bitter and black. This did not go unnoticed by either men and Imran just held a smirk back and ran his hand through his hair, not wanting to intervene in this silent fight between the couple.

Asad cleared his throat and said, "Actually I would like a can of coke too, if it's not a bother." Zoya's eyes and mouth both clearly showed her surprise when she heard Asad. "Mr. Khan are you feeling well?" she asked putting her hand on his forehead and checking for fever. Asad just shrugged her hands off and gave her a weird look. He looked around, taking in each aspect and interior of the house. Imran's choice was not like Zoya's after all. Asad shifted a little when he felt how close Zoya and him were sitting. The proximity was making him uncomfortable, but in a good way. Still not wanting her to make a mountain out of a molehill, he moved away leaving a large gap between each other. Zoya noted this and just rolled her eyes and sighed. What was this man's problem? He's shy to sit next to his fiance?

Both their thoughts were interrupted when Imran came and flopped between the couple and handed each their can of coke. Zoya smiled broadly, dimples at display, and popped the can. She took long swig and turned to Imran.

"So how's life?" she inquired, lifting one eyebrow.

"Boring without you!" said Imran putting his arms around her shoulder.

"No seriously, how's New York? How are Anjali, Dev and of course how could I forget. How is Aman?" she said waggling her brows and smirking at the same time.

"Oh shut up Zo! You know Aman! He's same old!" Imran said running his hands through his hair.

Both were so engrossed in their talk that they did not even notice Asad. He had shifted all the way to the edge of the couch and his eyes reeked of jealousy and anger. Anger that how come Zoya was so carefree around Imran and around him she was either screaming, crying or blushing. Not that he minded that. But still! Why? Why couldn't he make her smile like that always? He clenched his jaws and decided he had to leave. He could speed dial his secretary and hang up. She'd call him back for sure. He was sure Zoya and Imran wouldn't notice anyway. They were so busy talking and staring in each other's eyes. Ew. He felt disgusted. Cheated. How could Zoya act like this? I thought she was mine. But no. She is a girl with no tehzeeb and tameez afterall. Introduces me as fiance, then goes on flirting with a guy in front of my eyes. No I will not take this anymore thought Asad.

His shrill ring brings both eyes towards him and Asad abruptly stands up. He moves away to take the call and when he comes back he announces, "I have to leave. It's an emergency."

As he goes to leave he hears Zoya calling him.

"Wait Mr. Khan! Aren't I supposed to come with you?"
"No. I'm sure your beloved friend wouldn't mind dropping you home." Asad snapped.

"Of course not!" said Imran in a jovial voice and absentmindedly put him arms around Zoya once again.

Zoya saw the change in Asad's face but this time she did not bother removing Imran's hand. Two can play the game Mr. Khan, she thought bitterly.

"Fine then, you can go! Imran will drop me" she said, putting her arms around Imran's waist.

She silently prayed that she wasn't pushing it. But by one look at Asad she knew she had. She still held on to Imran and glared at Asad, praying to Allah for strength at the same time.

"Ms. Farooqui, I want you to come with me." Asad said sternly.

"Why Mr. Khan, did you not have an emergency?" She snapped back.

Asad did not reply but simply walked towards her and pulled her out of Imran's arms ignoring her constant heys and leave mes. Finally after Zoya had enough she used all her strength to pull abck and Asad turned to face her, his chocolate brown eyes now seeming black like the night sky.

"What is your problem Mr. Khan?" Zoya screamed.

"You! You are my problem! Is this how you behave with other men? That too around your so called fiance! I knew you had no tameez but till this extent that you can't keep your hands off each other even while I'm sitting next to you? And you still have the guts to ask me what my problem is? What the hell are you made of?" Asad shouted with such force that the tears lined in Zoya's eyes streamed down her face making Imran get up and come between them.

"Okay Mr. Khan, I think you should leave. I'll drop her home."said Imran grabbing Zoya's hand to guide her to the couch.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Asad lifted his finger and pointed it towards Imran's chest.

"Okay Mr. Khan, back off now. I think you're being overly possessive. It's not healthy," said Imran reaching for Zoya's hand again before he felt a punch thrown his way. He groaned and looked at Asad who looked angry and ready to throw another punch. But Zoya's sharp voice cut through the air and Imran noticed how Asad shut his eyes and put his hands back down.

"We are leaving Zoya. Now." Asad said.

"No we aren't. Not before you clean this mess you have made of my life and not before you apologize to Imran" as she said that she went and brought an ice bag and handed it to Imran, knowing if she iced him herself then Mr. Khan would make matters worse.

"I'm not apologizing" came a reply for Asad.

God he's behaving like an obnoxious child thought Zoya.

"Okay Mr. Khan, let's start from the beginning. What is the problem?" she asked.

"I can't believe you are asking me that again? Can't you see how you were behaving with him? If there was something going on between you two, why did you ever agree for the nikaah?" retorted Asad.

"Uh- first of all Mr. Khan this is a pretend nikaah, and second how can you think of such things? Just because I hug a man means I'm having a relationship with him? Have you never heard of the word friendship? I fall on you all the time! I touch you, hug you! So what? Now we have a relationship?" screamed Zoya.

"I thought we did." Asad silently whispered to himself and turned to walk away.

"Wo ho- wait!" Imran yelped, icing his eye with one hand.

"Mr. Khan, how can you even think about doubting Zoya, we have nothing going on! I mean how can we, I'm gay for god's sake!"

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