AsYa OS: Desires in the Hurricane| updt pt 2/pg.13 - Page 8

Okay Guys i am so sorry for updating late i was gonna update yesterday. So here is the update. Don't expect too much though. 😆

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Asad Got out of the shower and checked the wardrobe and decided to wear the grey Trousers and the black T-Shirt.

"Should i go outside." He thought to himself. "Maybe i shouldn't...But then it would seem rude." He kept thinking while moving around the room.

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Meanwhile Zoya just finished cleaning the mess she made and made the Apartment look as neat as ever.

Later she went for a shower too. In the shower Zoya had all these thoughts arising in her mind "what had just happened? "The Man that i loved and maybe i still love, is here under the same roof, staying here until the rain stops, God knows how long that would be."

She closed her eyes under the warm water which was pouring down her body. "Did i do something wrong? Maybe i shouldn't have asked him to stay." She thought. "But how could i let him go? What if he would've gotten in danger or he got trapped? It is raining cats and dogs outside. " She kept debating to herself.

She got out of the shower and wore a Red Salwar Kameez. She usually wore PJ's at night but as Asad was there PJ's with cartoon characters on them didn't seem so appropriate.

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Asad finally decided to go to the Living Room. He could hear the Thunder and Lightening so clearly. The rain poured down even harder than before.

He walked and sat on the Sofa, suddenly he noticed how clean the apartment looked. "So while i was taking shower she cleaned all the mess." He smiled to himself. He looked here and there but Zoya was nowhere to be Seen. He turned on the TV and started seeing the news. "This hurricane seems to have made a really big mess."

At that moment he heard footsteps and he turned around to look. He checked her out from head to toe. She was wearing Red Salwar Kameez and her hair were damp, sticking to her face. She looked so temptingly beautiful. Asad was totally mesmerized by her beauty.

Zoya sensed Asad checking her out with so much passion in his eyes. She felt her throat getting dry, she moved towards the open kitchen and went and grabbed a bottle of water. Zoya drank the water like she was thirsty since ages.

Asad kept watching her drink water which gave him a weird feeling, His emotions were heightened. He needed to get some air before he did something unexpected. He moved towards the balcony. When he heard Zoya's voice.

"No, Mr Khan.. Don't open the balcony window. The rain water might come inside."

He turned and saw her approaching. He gulped. "Oh, yeah Okay" he looked at her and went towards the sofa.

Zoya was feeling as awkward as Asad was. They both were acting like strangers if things were like one year ago they might have been so comfortable but things were changed now. Nothing was the same. They both had their differences.

Both of them had so much questions to ask. Both of them had to catch up on so much. Yet they couldn't voice them.

"Mr Khan, how are Phupi and Najma? I miss them a lot you know?" Zoya said.

"They are fine, they miss you too. Ammi and Najma often mention you. They would even love to have you back." He told her.

Zoya felt like he gave her an indirect invitation but she ignored.

"Hows your work?" Asad asked Zoya.

"Mat Poochiye, Mr Khan my work is so hectic. I hardly get anytime to sleep. My job is fun but i miss talking to my family and friends." Zoya said in a sad voice.

Asad felt guilty. Was he the reason she started working and living independently? To go far away from everything? He kept quiet though.

After a few minutes Zoya asked. "Mr Khan.. Do you want to eat? I am thinking of cooking something, i bought all the groceries today due to the hurricane approaching, so i have everything available."

"No Miss Farooqui it's alright i am not hungry." He looked at her and then back at the TV. He felt so nervous.

"Mr Khan you don't have to feel uncomfortable here." She said sincerely. "..Okay..i am gonna cook Pasta."

Asad smiled a little. He got up and moved towards the kitchen. "..Do you need any help." He asked.

"No, i'll be fine." She said while she bent down to take out the vegetables from the fridge.

As soon as she turned she almost collapsed with Asad and lost her balance she was about to trip, she closed her eyes but Asad caught her. Asad's hand was around Zoya's waist. Zoya opened her eyes and saw Asad holding her tightly. Both of them staring deep into each other's eyes. The tension and heat rising. Zoya and Asad were both in a deep trance.

Zoya realised the rising tension between them which made her come back to her senses and she gained her balance. She pulled her hand from his hand and lowered her eyes.

Asad realised what had just happend. "...aa i am sorry... Woh main.. Actually.. I came to ask you if you needed help with cooking."

Zoya burst out laughing. "Sorry?... Aap aur cooking.. Mr Khan please! Mazaak mat kijiye." Asad saw her laughter after a long time. The sight and sound of her laughter made Asad miss her as a part of his life even more.

"You think i can't cook? I can.." Asad said defending himself.

"Yes and i am President Obama." She said Sarcastically. "..Mr Khan i am sure you might be able to cook an omelette but this is Italian you see? This is...'PASTA'." She said the word Pasta in an italian accent while smiling.

Asad smiled a little, he went back and sat on the Sofa while Zoya cooked the food. In few minutes the Pasta was ready and she called him to the dining table. "Mr Khan the Dinner is ready." She said in a very happy tone as if she was proud of her cooking.

They both sat at the dining table face to face, eating dinner. The pasta was delicious.

"Uhm.. it's nice" he complimented.

"I know, After all Zoya Farooqui has made it." She Bragged to which Asad smiled.

They were both busy eating and no words were exchanged later which made it all so awkward.

They finally finished their Dinner and Asad was about to move the plates to the sink Zoya thought of breaking the silence. "Mr Khan..can i ask you a question?"

"Jee, Miss Farooqui?" He asked nervously.

Zoya had been wanting to ask this question to Asad ever since he stepped in here. "Why did you have my earring? i remember asking you many times but you always said you didn't have it. Then why?" Zoya inquired hesitantly.

Asad was in the kitchen now, it had been over two minutes and Asad didn't say anything. Asad looked at Zoya's eager expresion but still didn't say anything.

Thats when Zoya realised maybe he didn't want to answer her and he just ignored the question like he did before. She felt mad.

She got up disappointed and turned towards her room when suddenly Asad held her hand. Zoya turned to look.

"You want to know why?" Asad asked, his eyes were full of emotions.

Zoya looked right in his eyes, she really wanted to know, she nodded.

Asad then suddenly pulled Zoya towards him her head crashing into Asad's shoulder and her hands on his chest. Asad held her tightly from her waist which made Zoya breath hard She was losing control. His touch made her lose her senses.

He bought his lips towards her ear and whispered "Zoya..." Her name From his mouth in such a manner sent chills down thorough Zoya's body in excitement. Her breathing got hard. Zoya moved her head to look into Asad's eyes. Asad looked at her with so much love and lust.

Zoya thought this was wrong she turned to go away but Asad pulled her from the back. Asad's head was now resting on Zoya's shoulder he moved his lips from her neck to her ear.

Zoya's hard breathing made Asad lose his senses. He said those three magical words in her ear. "Zoya.. I Love you." Zoya couldn't believe what she just heard She turned and looked at him in disbelief.

He held Zoya's face in his palms and said with so much love in his voice. "Zoya.. That earring, i always kept it with me because it reminded me of you. When you were away from me, Whenever i missed you i looked at that earring. Now that you weren't in my life anymore i had to return it back to you so i could let go. But after coming here i have realised i can never let you go. You complete me Zoya. I.. I love you. I want to be with you." Asad sounded like he was in so much pain. "...i came here to tell you goodbye but living here and watching you i miss being around you."

Zoya couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't do this. She couldn't face this.

"Mr Khan..i.. I can't.. I just can't do this..You still sound so selfish.. You miss being around me but have you ever thought what the other person feels and wants? After sometime you will turn into your same old self.." Zoya cried and moved away from Asad.

Asad looked at Zoya in shock, it was like his whole world suddenly came crashing down. He moved towards Zoya.

"Zoya.. Meri baat to.." Asad tried to speak but Zoya stopped him.

"...Don't." She positioned her hand towards Asad. "...just don't.. I beg you."

Asad realised what was happening, it was his mistake. Maybe he shouldn't have confessed. He was totally heartbroken now.

Zoya went into her room and kept crying until She thought to herself "Maybe what she did was wrong. She shouldn't have shouted at Asad.. He just confessed his love and i shouted at him? Wasn't it me who always wanted Asad to say those words... Then why did i shout at him like that.." Zoya couldn't understand anything. She was angry, frustrated and sad.

After a while Zoya realised the mistake she had just made. The man of her dreams had just confessed he loved her and she shouted at him?

"Maybe i should just tell him that i forgive him and i love him too. It's now or never. I can't handle these emotions anymore. I love Mr Khan and i want him in my life too." She finally understood her feelings after all the denying, she finally knew what she wanted. She wiped her tears, smiled to herself and got up.

When she approached Asad's room she had this weird feeling in her gut. She knocked three times but she got no reply. She turned the door knob and went inside.

"Mr. Khan? She looked everywhere in the room. She was shocked to see what she found. A Note.

"Miss Farooqui, i know i have always been the reason for your sadness, i don't want to hurt you any further. I confessed, which needed to be done but i got my answer you don't love me. I am leaving but i don't have any problem with you, it's just that I can't stay under the same roof with you, i will try to find a way to get back to my hotel. It was nice meeting you after so long. Keep Smiling Zoya, i just wanted to see you happy. Bye."

Zoya was in tears now. What had she done? The storm outside is so bad. There's water everywhere and it's so dark. How will he go back.

Haye Allah Miyan what have i done. Her eyes filled with tears. He wouldn't have gone far. She took the umbrella and ran downstairs. Her face was full of worry.

The rain was so heavy she couldn't even hold the umbrella properly due to the force of the wind. She went down the street shouting his name on top of her lungs. "ASAD, ASAD" she was crying yet trying her best to find him.

There was hardly any person to be seen on the roads. She looked everywhere. When at that moment Zoya's umbrella flew away from her hands and she was badly drenched in rain. "Ab main kya keroon." She thought.

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Since Asad had been out of her apartment he looked everywhere to at least find a car, bus or anything to take him back. But he guessed the hurricane is pretty bad.

He walked here and there fully drenched in rain. The heavy rain was hardly making him see anything. Nothing was visible to his eyes. Suddenly he saw an umbrella flew towards him. Pink Umbrella? He thought.

He looked everywhere for the owner when finally he saw someone standing in the middle of the pavement. "Excuse me?" He touched her shoulder.

The girl turned. He was shocked to see it was Zoya, she was probably crying. "Zoya?"

"Asad.." Zoya cried but there was happiness on her face to see him. Suddenly there was a loud thunder which made Zoya hug Asad tightly. She hid Her face in his chest.

Asad held Zoya as tightly as possible never wanting to let go. They both were fully drenched in rain. He pulled Zoya back and realised what was happening.

"Zoya..what is.." Asad was about to say when Zoya put her hand on his mouth.

"...Mr Khan, i made a mistake. Maybe i was scared. But the truth is i have always loved you too. I want to be with you. My life without you seems incomplete. I love you Asad." Zoya cried.

Asad held her hand that was on his mouth and kissed it gently.

"Zoya you just made me the happiest man on earth." Asad smiled.

"And you have made me the happiest girl." She said while trying not to cry.

He moved closer to Zoya, hardly any distance left between their bodies. Even though her face was wet from the rain but he could still sense her tears. He tried to wipe them and held Zoya's face in her palms.

He moved his lips closer to hers and gave her a small tender and moist kiss on her lips which sent a current through Zoya's body in pleasure. This man's touch did wonders to her. Rain was pouring hard on them.

"Mr Khan.." She said as Asad almost finished kissing her.

"..hmmm?" Asad was lost in her touch never wanting to let go.

"Maybe we should go inside, we'll get cold. " Zoya suggested even though she didn't want to let go off him either.

"Yeah, you're right, lets go." He held her tightly like she belonged to him.

They went back to her apartment and he noticed Zoya properly now. Because she was drenched the curves of her body were more prominent. She looked so tempting. He wanted her so badly.

He couldn't take it anymore, he moved towards her. Zoya sensed him coming her breathing got hard. Asad pulled her towards him and gave her a passionate kiss. Zoya held his collar bringing him even more closer. Both of them never wanting to let go. Both of them wanting each and everything from eachother. Their body's burning in so much desire.

They were Madly in love. All that tension that both of them had been keeping for so long was finally released. Their passion, lust and intensity for each other made them do wonders.

Zoya wanted to take him to her room but Asad refused.

"Zoya.. As much as i want you and you want me, we're still not married. I think..we should wait." He couldn't believe he just said that. Maybe more than Zoya it was hard for him as he was a man but Asad knew it wasn't right at that moment.

Even though it was hard but Zoya knew what he meant and she knew Asad's principles. she moved closer to him and hugged him "Yes, i understand. We waited this long we can wait more." She loved how honest he was.

"Zoya come with me to India.. I want to marry you" Asad suggested while looking straight into her eyes. "Will you marry me?" He asked.

"Yes Mr Khan i will and i want to marry you." She smiled and kissed him.

They kissed and cuddled on the sofa till morning. Asad woke up on and saw Zoya was fast asleep on his shoulder. He moved her hair and kissed her cheek. She looked like an angel. So innocent. So beautiful. Just the way he had seen her first time at the dargah.

"I am so lucky to have you Zoya." He kissed her fingertips. "I love you."

It seemed like all their worries were long gone. They both were made for each other and finally they were together holding each other tightly.

The End.

P.s I hope you guys liked it. I didn't wanna make it dirty as there are young readers too. So i just kept it simple. 😳

I Lub You More Now...!!!❤️🤗