FF- This Love Could Never Be? Pt4.- Pg.12 (24/Jul) - Page 3

very interesting story line..

Originally posted by: mochhug

Not a writer? Are you sure? I only started writing on this forum 3 months ago, and I can tell you you're amazing! You're already better than I was when I first started! I love this concept! The age difference is interesting, and the different background than the show is also quite intriguing. Can you please update NOW? Pretty please please please please please please?

I'm Monica BTW 😛

Hey Monica!

Thanks for the read and the compliments 😳 I should definitely give writing more chances then! 😆
I don't have the next update ready because of summer school and all that, but I'll definitely update in the next few hours!😊

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Oh my gosh, I would have had this done earlier if not for the stupid 5 hour power outage in the Toronto area and the flooding! Hope everyone else in this area is safe! I literally wrote down the next two parts in candle light, on paper! 😆

Ramadan Mubarak to everyone celebrating it! Bless you all⭐️

Now after writing in the rain, and in candlelight... here is the next update!

Part 2

Just as Zoya had finished putting on the last bits of the minimal makeup she had on; eyes rimmed with eyeliner, a little bit of blush to make her cheeks look flushed, and a matte beige-pinkish lip stick, she heard the phone in her room ring. "Ma'am, there is a car here to pick you up," said the receptionist, sounding quite awed. Zoya put down the phone and took a look at the clock, 6pm sharp. She had always wondered how Mr. Khan had been so punctual! She grabbed the dupatta she had laid neatly on the chaise beside her bed, and took a quick look in the mirror. She looked great, if she did say so herself. Now if she could just get the fast beating of her heart to stop!

As Zoya reached the main entrance to the hotel, she stopped in her tracks. What the hell?! Now she knew why the receptionist sounded so awed! There in front of her stood a man in black, waiting with the door open to a classic black BMW, waiting for her to get in, as on lookers looked on intently to what surely seemed like a scene from a movie. Zoya quickly headed down the steps and with one swift movement, sat into the car, waiting for the door to close behind her. Mr. Khan, she thought. Somehow he always knew how to make her breath catch in her chest.

Asad could not stop looking at his watch and simply staring at the screen of his laptop. He was right in the afternoon when he had said there would be no way he would be able to finish his work. Where the hell was Ms. Farooqui?! He was the one who had sent the car, but she had this tendency of being late to anything and everything. It was these little imperfections about her that he loved… er… liked so much. Just as he finished one more slide to his presentation that was to take place tomorrow afternoon, he heard the car roll up onto their driveway. Abruptly, he was standing and walking over to the door of his room. He had prepared for this moment for a while, but her return to his home was as exhilarating as anything else he had experienced for quite a while now. "Tamatar, get the door, Ms. Farooqui is here!" Asad yelled across the house from his room, even before the bell had rung, surprising himself as well as his mother and younger sister. They had not seen him excited for some time now.

Asad chose to leave his room only after he head the door open and close, and the greetings over. He knew the reunion between his family and Zoya would be an emotional one and he did not want to be part of this for fear of his own emotions taking a toll for the worse. He and his family had surely missed Zoya. He knew from the voices coming from outside, that when he would go, the tears would be done with, only leaving red rims around the eyes of the three ladies he cared so much about.

Asad felt his breath catch in his throat as soon as he stepped outside his room. There she sat, on his sofa, looking more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. In her red suit, she looked amazing, she always looked good in red. Her suit was red, black and gold, accentuating the whiteness of her creamy skin. She had earrings dangling from her ears, and she looked absolutely perfect in her desi clothes.

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"Uh… Assalamualaikum Mr. Khan?" She stated with a confused look on her face. The way he was looking at her! Allah Miyan! The fact that Phophi and Tamatar where herer and he was looking at her like THAT did not help the butterflies in her stomach, at all!

"Uh.. Walaikum-Asalam, Ms. Farooqui… I take it that your ride here was fine?" Allah Miyan! What was wrong with him? Why must he always be so formal? She gave him a small smirk. Thinking about his formal-ness still irked her! He was as perfect as humanly possible and she loved and hated that about him at the same time.

"Ji, bilkul! You had sent the car Mr. Khan, the ride was perfect! Though I could have done with a rickshaw as well.." she said, with a small smile playing at her lips.
"Apko pata hai Zoya? Bhaijaan got pizza made for dinner, especially for you!" exclaimed Najma, slightly aware of the glare her older brother was shooting at her. "Acha? Pizza sounds awesome! Especially because Phophi has made it with her lovely hands!"

"Exactly, Ammi has improved her pizza recipe, so I thought Ms. Farooqui should test it out as well." Said Mr. Khan as everyone turned to stare at him. Why exactly did he need to have a rational explanation? Thought Zoya, after all, he could have given her the pleasure of thinking he cared about her still, after all these years, he still remembered how she adored pizza and coke.

Ignoring her son's foolish behavior Dilshad spoke next. "Toh Beta, have you been seeing anyone? Koi shaadi yah engagement we should know about?" Zoya shot a glance at Mr. Khan not exactly knowing why, and then said "Nahi Phophi! I don't think I'll ever find someone who will like Zoya Farooqui, and I don't think I'm willing to become someone else to please anyone". Zoya knew she wasn't exactly telling her the truth. After she had moved to live with Ammi, or even when she moved back to New York and was living with appi, she had gotten many suitors over the past 9 years. Those who absolutely adored the wit and beauty of Zoya Farooqui. But at the end of the day, Zoya had refused them all with one excuse or another, much to the annoyance of Ammi, Appi and Humaira. What could she have done though? She had given herself up completely to a man who she could not be with, and being with any other man seemed unfair to herself and to that person.

Asad felt his stomach turn, and he didn't know what this feeling was. He settled on the fact that he felt a mix of feelings, guilt, relief, and happiness as he heard Zoya say those words. Her reason however made him question the truth about her search for a relationship. Did she not want one? He knew men, and he knew they would love a girl like Zoya. Zoya had remained single for nine years of her life, and he was awed at that. He felt ashamed of himself. He had been married to a woman he did not love, and a woman who did not even respect him, let alone love him. He couldn't believe he was thinking of all this right now, this was supposed to be a happy night, and he would let nothing change that.

Precap: An AsYa heart to heart!

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That's all from me today! Do let me know how you guys are liking it so far. Lots of love and thank you to all my readers, I'll update the next part when I get good responses for this! 😉 ⭐️

Originally posted by: princess101

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Thanks so much!😆 PM Sent for the next part !

Originally posted by: Nandini0910

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Thanks for reading! PMs are sent 😃

Originally posted by: _Oishi_

beautiful story..continue soon

Glad you liked it! 😊 Thanks 😳

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