Hi guys, I'm already back! I got a lil pissed with my exams so I decided to update this story, just to relieve myself. By the way, lemme just say, u guys are flippin awesome, this is 1st time i got such great response for any story of mine, thank u every one!😃 I'm not gonna give u any guarantees on this update, I went to sleep at 2 in the morning and got up in 2 hours to study again, so today has been pretty hectic for me and I don't think this chapter is even gonna touch the mark of average, but anyway, here's the first chapter:
Get Ready for Romance!
"What the hell has got in to you, today?! Have you gone mad, or what?! Can't you bloody stop yelling at me?!", screamed Asad. Zoya shot a highly dangerous glare at him and placed her hands on her hips, she gritted her teeth and asked him, "Oh really? I've gone mad? Or is it that you've just become too absent minded?" Asad raised an eyebrow at her questioning, unable to grasp the meaning of what she was saying. "Without the riddles, please.", he said, while turning back to his laptop, to continue with his work. Zoya marched up to him angrily and grabbed the laptop from the table, she yelled at him, yet again, "You seem to have forgotten the date today!" Asad stared at Zoya in utter confusion, he scratched his forehead and replied, "Umm...no actually, I know the date, its the thirteenth. You were yelling at me, because you thought I didn't know the date, today!" Zoya but her tongue in anger and yelped, realizing what she'd just done. "Are you ok?", Asad asked, genuinely concerned. Zoya bellowed at him, "Frickin' hell, I'm not!" Asad massaged his temples, trying to ease the headache caused by Zoya's constant screaming. He folded his arms against his chest and looked at her, questioningly. Zoya threw a look of daggers at him and said, "Someone, had promised me that he would take me for a movie today." Asad's groaned loudly, as the realization dawned upon him. He'd broken another promise, yet again. He stared at Zoy's visibly upset and angry face, trying to think of some valid explanation for his mistake. But the truth was, he very obviously forgot. Asad looked at Zoya apologetically and said, "Oh...umm...actually I had a lot of work, so I couldn't get home earlier, today. I promise, I'll take you tomorrow. I'm so sorry, I-" Zoya cut him off and yelled at him, "To hell with your sorry! Its been six months since we got married and you haven't taken me anywhere, with you, till date. Everytime, you give me the same stupid excuse of having too much work. Well, the truth is, you keep forgetting. You don't give a damn about me, do you?!" Asad stared at Zoya, who was now getting all teary eyed, he got off the sofa and tried to envelop her in a hug, but she jerked herself away. "I flippin' hate you!", she yelled at him, before storming out of the room.
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Asad knocked on the door, of the guest room, trying to get Zoya to respond, but she stayed firmly in the room and refused to come out. Asad sighed and called out, for the umpteenth time, "Zoya, stop being so childish, I told you, I'll take you for a film, tomorrow. Its nearly past midnight now, for heaven's sake, come out! I need to sleep." Zoya jumped off the bed and marched towards the room, door? She unlatched the door lock and pulled it open and yelled, "What the bloody hell, is your problem? Did I tell you not to sleep?! No, right? So stop annoying and let me sleep in peace!" Just as she was about to slam the door on Asad's face, again, he pushed it back and pulled Zoya out, before she could even protest, Asad picked her up in his arms and whispered in to her face, "You can have all the peace you want, but in our room." Zoya gritted her teeth and kicked her feet in the air, hopelessly. Asad refused to, as much as loosen his grip on her. He carried her into their room laid her down on the bed. He held her by her wrist and got in to bed, beside her. He turned off the lights and said, "Goodnight."
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"I hope you get every single nightmare, one could possibly get in just a night! Let go of me!", Zoya screamed, as he snuggled in, closer to Zoya. He wrapped an arm aroun her waist and pulled her even closer. Zoya tried constantly, to get rid of his wretched grip on her, but all in vain, he refused to budge. She finally gave up trying to push him away, knowing more than well that she'd be the one losing her throat. Asad had his eyes closed and one of his arms still firmly holding Zoya close to him. Zoya glared at him and murmured, "Gadha." "Sorry?", came Asad's reply, letting go of her. Zoya glared at him more and said, "You heard me, I said, gadha. Donkey. You got it?" Asad asked her, "When since, did I start kicking you?" Zoya grumbled in frustration and turned herself away, her back facing Asad. She heard him say, "Moti." Zoya flipped back around and yelled at him, "What?!" "You heard me, I said, moti. Fat. You got it?", he reciprocated. "I'm not fat! What'd I tell you, before our nikaah? You are not supposed to call me fat, under any circumstances! Do you understand?!" Asad was amused by her anger on such small things, he smiled and nodded. "Good! Now, shut up and let me sleep! Wish you all the nightmares in the world!" Before she could turn back around, he pulled her close, once again and pecked her cheek. He smirked as he felt her breath hitch. He let go of her, abruptly and turned his body away from her, leaving her all the more frustrated. Oh man, he loved irritating her!
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Zoya stormed into the dining room, glaring heavily at the man sitting on his trade mark chair, his eyes completely glued on to the saturday morning newspaper. But for some strange reason, she thought he'd been smirking, but he's changed his expression in less than a fraction of a second, leaving her no time to decide upon his thoughts. "Ammi!", she called out loudly. Dilshaad, who had been busy in the kitchen, turned her attention towards Zoya, she smiled and wished her, "Good morning, Zoya!" Zoya smiled back at her and turned her head towards Asad's direction, again, hoping to see some sort of response from him. Her jaw slightly dropped, as she watched him stare at his newspaper intently, withouth showing the slightest hint of acknowledgement of Zoya's presence, in the room. Zoya gritted her teeth and muttered under hr breath, "Ignoring me, are you? I'm in the right mood to slap your wavering brain, right back into place. Just watch me." Dilshaad raised an eyebrow, as she watched her bahu murmur something angrily. She her head and smiled amusedly, knowing that it was probably one of those 'miyan-biwi', fights. Asad continued to pay no mind to Zoya. Zoya scowled at him, angrily and suddenly said, "Ammi! Last night, I was reading an article about sudden signs of deafness. Apparently, it has many side effects, too. Asad looked up from his newspaper and raised an eyebrow at her, in mock impression. Dilshaad smiled, as she realized that Zoya was referring to Asad, she nodded at Zoya, in agreement. Asad relpied, simultaneously, "And I just read an article about why married woman keep demanding things, from their poor husbands." Zoya glowered at him and snapped back, "Did I ask you? No, right? So why don't you turn your head back to your stinky newspaper?" Asad replied, as a matter of factly, "Uhh...actually, my newspaper doesn't stink." Zoya groaned loudly, getting extremely agitated with his brainless replies. Without saying another word, she dragged the dining chair, loudly against the floor and sat down. Asad rubbed his forehead, as Zoya pulled the chair back again, making sure that she was being loud. They both ate breakfast in silence, as Najma and Dilshaad joined them. Sensing that the pair were pretty irritated with each, Dilshaad decided to break the silence. She said, "Asad, I think you should just take Zoya along with you, for your office party. Both of you haven't really been out together, after your marriage, so I think this is a pretty good oppurtunity. Anyway, Afsheen bi called up and asked us to come over for dinner, but I already informed her that only me and Najma, would be able to come." Asad nodded his head and got up to leave, but was stopped by Zoya. "What party?!", she yelled at him. "An office party.", he replied, plainly. Zoya jumped of her chair, and place her hands on her hips, she starting shouting at him, "Allah miyan! What's wrong with you?! You find it hard even to inform me about anything, going on? You're the worst husband ever!" She stormed towards the guest room and slammed the door shut. Asad sighed exasperatedly and turned to leave to his room, but Dilshaad called out to him, "Asad." He turned around and replied, "Jee ammi?" "I need to took to you for a minute. Najma, could you please go to your room, for a little while. Najma nodded and headed off to her room. Dilshaad got up and walked towards Asad, she placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him, she started to speak, "Asad, I know you're making efforts to please Zoya, but this effort isn't enough. No one forced this nikaah on you. You, out of your own will wanted to get married to Zoya. But, after your marriage, you pretty much have ignored her. Six months have passed and you both haven't even planned your honeymoon, yet. I think you should spend more time with Zoya, no matter how much work you have to put up with. At least for the initial stages. Every woman would want her husband to be more attentive towards her, but you are doing exactly the opposite. Just try to understand Zoya's wishes." "Ammi, I know that I haven't done any justice to this marriage, yet. Its not that I'm not interested, I just keep forgetting, every time Zoya asks me to do something for her. After that, Zoya gets really mad at me and she gets all upset.", Asad explained. Dilshaad asked him, "Would you ever forget to breathe?" Asad relpied, "No." Dilshaad replied, "Same way, you can't ever forget that there is someone in your life, who loves you and expects from you." Asad opened his mouth to speak, but Dilshaad beat him to it. She smiled reassuringly and said, "I think you'll figure it out, yourself."
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Asad's heart skipped a beat, as he saw the angelic sight in the room, as she walked in. There she was, standing clad in a breath taking red saree, with intricate embroidery of black sequins, attached to it. He gulped as he watched Zoya shift her air away from her back and on to her left shoulder, leaving a lot of her milky skin completely exposed. An unknown desire aroused in him as he watched Zoya attach her earing on to her ears, for some reason, he wanted to be the one doing it for her. His eyes darted from her exposed back, to her neck and then to the reflection of her beautiful face on the mirror. He fixed his eyes on the two long threads lying abandoned on each end of the hemming of her blouse. Asad smirked in joy, as he realized that he'd got the perfect oppurtunity to make physical contact with Zoya. He slowly breathed in and started taking long careful steps towards Zoya, making sure that she did not notice him. He stopped when he was just half a foot or so away from her. His hands automatically lifted themselves up and reached for the two ends of her dori. He tied the two threads together, as his fingers brushed against the creamy skin of her back. Zoya immediately realized that Asad was right behind her, so close in a proximity she couldn't handle. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a sharp intake of breath, as he felt his long fingers lingering on her back, even after tying up the dori. Asad knew that there was nothing left for him to do, but he just couldn't help but touch her, she was so extarordinarily brilliant in making his insides go jelly. He removed his hand from her back, after what seemed an eternity and instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, on of his hands coming in direct contact with her bare skin. Zoya tried to calm herself down, as she felt that erratic heart beat pound upon her chest. One of her hands instinctively enclosed his hand, which was caressing her bare waist. Asad moved his hands in, slightly, making Zoya's breath stop, right at the second. Zoya felt like her heart might rip out of her chest, at any moment. She quickly turned around and buried her face in his chest, her hands clutching the lapels of her blazer, tightly. Asad ripped one of his hands away from her waist and used it stroke her bare back, instead. Asad smirked, as he felt her chest heaving against his own. Despite the marathon his heart was running, at that moment, he couldn't help but feel proud about the way he made her feel. He pulled away after a couple of minutes and stared at Zoya, who was looking at every single object in the room, but him. A few stray strands of hair, blocked his view of Zoya. He pushed them aside and tuck them behind her ear. He placed his thumb under her chin and lifted her head up, to make her face him. He leaned in and kissed her flushed cheeks, to which he earned another soft moan, from her side. He smirked and moved his lips to corner of her mouth and kissed the area there, Zoya clutched the cloths around his shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut, again. He move on, to kiss the corner of her lips, making Zoya all the more excited about what was gonna come next. Asad smirked again, as he quickly pulled away from Zoya, leaving Zoya bewildered. He leaned in to her ear and whispered, "Zoya, you look stunning." He stepped back and turned away and headed towards the door, leaving a completely flabbergasted Zoya, behind.
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to be continued...
Bad, horrible, petrifying, completely suckish? I know, I know, an extremely boring update with pretty much nothing interesting up to the last paragraph. You guys are free to throw ur eggs and tomatoes, I deserve them all the more. Once my exams are over, I will update again and I'll make sure that I give u guys something at leats worth reading, but as for the time being, I hope this relieved at least someone from this whole 'zoyaan this' and 'zoyaan that', I'm pretty much sick of it. I don't think there's anything left for me to say. I'm not give precaps for this update or the following update, coz this is just a 3 shot. Please, please, please leave ur comment behind ppl! They're like diamonds to me😆! Until then, Adios!😊
Ramya
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