FF. MY OWN ASYA STORY!! Ch.37 Updated. Pg 79. - Page 26

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Chapter 29 Zoya forces Asad to tell her the truth

Asad suddenly jumped up. He realized he had fallen asleep and quickly stood up. He walked over to Zoya's room and peeped in. She was still sleeping. He walked in to make sure and saw her breathing evenly. Her hair had fallen over her face. He gently brushed it to the side and crouched beside her. Her hand had fallen to her side. He took her hand and slowly kissed it. He felt her stir and quickly placed her hand on the bed and stepped away. He walked out of the room breathing heavily. What had possessed him to do that?

Suddenly he heard Zoya calling out his name. He quickly rushed to her room and saw her looking at him all frightened. He walked over to her and she heaved a sigh of relief.

He asked, "Are you ok?" She nodded, afraid to speak.

Asad then asked if she was hungry and she nodded again.

"Do you want me to bring the food here for you?" asked Asad.

"No, I want to get up and walk." said Zoya.

Asad realized she would still be in pain when she stood up so he held out his hand and she looked at it. She then looked up at him and he said, "May I?"

She put her hand in his and he helped her off the bed. She held on to his arm and he placed his arm around her shoulder.

They both walked over to the table and Asad helped her sit. He quickly went over and heated up the omelette which he had kept in the fridge. He put the kettle to boil and made tea. Zoya watched Asad puttering around the kitchen like he knew where everything was.

He warmed the bread in the toaster and once it popped out, he brought it over and placed it infront of Zoya. Zoya looked at her plate and said, "This is a lot of food, I hope it's for both of us?" Asad nodded and sat down. They both ate in silence. Zoya barely took a few bites and stopped. Asad looked at her questioningly. She shook her head and pushed the plate away.

"Look Ms. Farooki, you have to eat." said Asad.

"No, am full, don't feel like eating." replied Zoya.

"Oh, maybe you did not like my omelette. I'm sorry, I can get butter and you can have it with bread." said Asad.

"Nooo. The omelette was delicious, but really I am not hungry." said Zoya.

"What is it, Ms. Farooki?" asked Asad, already getting an idea of what was coming.

"Mr. Khan, who were you talking to when you locked me inside the room and went outside?" asked Zoya.

Asad looked at her not knowing what to say.

"And please, don't lie, I cannot take any more lies." said Zoya.

Asad quickly got up from the chair and walked to the kitchen not saying anything.

"Mr. Khan, you promised you would tell me everything when we got to the farmhouse. Well, we are here and it is time." argued Zoya.

Asad turned around and said, "If I told you to let it go and not question me, would you listen?"

"No." said Zoya.

"If I said it was for your own good that you not know anything, would that stop you?" asked Asad.

"No." replied Zoya.

"If I told you that the information is classified and it is better that you not know, would you stop questioning me?" asked Asad.

"No." replied Zoya.

Asad turned around and walked away to his room banging his door shut, leaving Zoya sitting at the table all alone. Zoya looked incredulously at his closed door. How dare he leave like that? She could not believe it. He had left her and walked away. She stood up and winced. Her leg and foot were hurting. She wobbled over to the kitchen counter and placed the dishes in the sink. She washed and rinsed them and put them on the dish rack. She wiped the sink and walked over to the living area. She slowly plopped herself on the sofa and found a stool to prop her leg on. Just as she was getting comfortable, Asad came out of his room. He walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He took out milk and poured it into a saucepan to warm it up. He then put it into a cup and added turmeric. He stirred it and walked over to the living room. He took out a coaster and placed the cup on it. Just as he was about to leave, Zoya took hold of his hand.

"Mr. Khan, I'm sorry if I am pushing too much, but please just tell me what it is." said Zoya pleadingly.

"Ms. Farooki, the problem is not that I dont want to tell you, the problem is that your life would be in danger if I told you and I cannot live with that." said Asad.

"Look, I am a big girl, I can handle it." said Zoya.

"Oh, like you have been handling all this time. How many times have you been beaten up and left for dead?" asked Asad.

Zoya looked at him surprised. "So, my getting beaten is related to you?" she asked.

"YES!! it's my fault you are in this condition." shouted Asad.

Zoya looked taken aback.

"I'm sorry, did not mean to shout, but please understand that I am not doing this for myself, am doing it for you." said Asad.

"Mr. Khan, I understand you don't want anything to happen to me, but you are here and won't let anything happen to me, so what are you worried about?" asked Zoya.

"I won't be with you always!" said Asad loudly.

Zoya looked at him angrily, tears forming in her eyes.

"Fine, then why dont you leave?" she asked.

"Because I cannot leave you alone." he replied.

"I can take care of myself. I want you to leave." said Zoya.

"Look, I cannot leave you. There is no one here to look after you." said Asad.

"I don't need anyone to look after me, just go." said Zoya angrily.

"Ms. Farooki..." started Asad and before he could continue, Zoya said, "LEAVE...I am going to my room and in an hour when I come out, I want you GONE!!"

"Ms. Farooki, don't be stubborn, I cannot leave and you very well know that. You can barely walk." pleaded Asad.

"Mr. Khan, I am telling you this for the last time. LEAVE ME ALONE!!" JUST GO. I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!!" she shouted and got up ready to head to her room. She suddenly tumbled and Asad caught her in his arms.

She looked at him tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Asad noticed the tears and used his thumb to catch the one threatening to fall. He looked at her and sighed.

"Fine, I will tell you, but please don't cry. You know I can't take it seeing you cry." said Asad.

Zoya looked at him questioningly.

"I mean, I cannot take it when I see anyone cry." said Asad.

He realized Zoya was still in his arms and he did not want to let her go. He looked into her eyes and could not look away. He was being pulled into them. He felt his body grow warm and quickly moved away. He gently placed Zoya on the sofa and sat down across from her.

"Alright Ms. Farooki, I will tell you, but just remember that from now on, after I tell you, you have to listen to whatever I tell you regarding your safety. If I say hide, you hide, if i say run, you run." said Asad.

"What? Like a puppet." asked Zoya.

"No, I don't mean that, I mean when there is a danger situation." said Asad.

"Oh, Ok, fine. I agree." said Zoya.

"OK, well, where should I begin. This whole situation started about 13 years ago and all to do with that bas***d ... excuse my language' ...father of mine." started Asad.

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