Dilshad had loved Zeenat's idea of sending Asad and Zoya away for some time. They had been married for almost six months and had not even gone to spend time away on their honeymoon. Dilshad wondered how come the idea hadn't occurred to anyone else in the house. Zeenat on the other hand was shocked to learn that Asad and Zoya were yet to go on their honeymoon. It was really surprising for her that her impulsive and demanding Zoya had not pressured her husband to take her out. Well, it was going to change now.
The evening of the same when Zeenat had approached Dilshad with the idea, Dilshad presented the idea of honeymoon to Asad. Surprised by his mother talking to him about his and his wife's vacation time, he was confused about how to answer. Stammering and stuttering, he managed to finally answer her.
"Voh, Ammi, I don't think this a great time for a vacation. I mean I have a lot of work in the office. Workload has increased over the last few days. Aur vaise bhi, Aapi aur Jeeju inti door aaye hai Zoya se milne. I, um, I don't think that it will look good if suddenly Zoya and I decide to go to our, um, honeymoon while they are visiting."
Dilshad rolled her eyes at her son's lame excuses. "No, Asad. It won't look bad. You know why? Because Zeenat herself suggested this idea to me. She wants you guys to go out and have some time to yourselves. All of us think that it'll be great for the two of you. And as for your work, you are the boss, Asad. I think you can manage to take out a week or two from your own company to take care of your wife." She gave him the' look; which said that she meant business.
Asad had left his mother's room telling her that he will think about it. Returning back to his room, he found his wife slamming closet doors and drawers and mumbling to herself. He groaned internally. What was wrong, now?
"Zoya, what's wrong? Why are you banging the poor things?" Asad asked her.
"Because my husband doesn't want to do that." she carelessly replied.
"WHAT?! ZOYA!" Asad yelled, horrified at her use of words.
"Don't yell at me, Asad. I can hear just fine, and so can you so please don't ask what'!" she turned around, hands on her hips and glared at him.
Asad looked at her, confused. What did he do wrong? Did she have a problem with their sex life? He thought it was pretty great.
"Zoya, can you tell me what is wrong? If you don't tell me then how am I going to solve it?" he reasoned with her.
Zoya sighed and sat down on the bed. Asad moved near her, kneeling in front of her, he took her hands in his and stroked the back of her hands as she voiced out her issue. "Are you already sick of me, Asad? Why don't you want to take a vacation with just me? I heard you talking to Ammi."
He looked at her, surprised. He hadn't realized that she had been near. "Well, then you also heard my reasons, Zoya."
She scoffed at him, "Those are called excuses, not reasons. You heard Ammi, it was Aapi's idea. And I do want to spend time with her but come on Asad! Even you know that we need some time alone. Adult time." His wife could really be blunt when she wanted to. "Tell me honestly, why don't you want to go away alone. Don't you want to spend some time being just you and I; no one to disturb or question or embarrass us?" Her voice got mischievous as she progressed.
Asad looked at his wife and realized that she really wanted to go out. They had been married for some time now, and they had not had a vacation just to themselves. Not even the conventional honeymoon. How had he not realized that she would probably want to have him all to herself for a little while? They SHOULD take a little break, just them.
"Okay" Asad simply said.
"WHAT?" Zoya shouted, shocked. "You are agreeing? Bass aisi hi? Without any serious persuasion? Allah Miyan, Asad! Aap theek to hai na?" she touched her palm to his forehead as if to check for fever that would explain his response.
Asad rolled his eyes at her behavior. He wasn't that bad, or was he?
"Yes, I am serious. Now, where do you want to go? I'll have to make the arrangements and everything soon then."
"I don't know!" she pouted. "I had planned so many arguments to convince you that I did not think of a follow up idea for when you finally agreed. Aur waise bhi, is duniya mein itni saari khoobsurat places hai! How do we ever decide on one location?" her eyes widened innocently.
Asad smirked at her, smiled impishly and said, "Khoobsurat? Uss se kya farak padta hai? Let's just find a place with the best facilities in a hotel room. Whatever gave you the idea that you will be seeing anything other the insides of our room, Mrs. Khan?"
Zoya blushed and swatted at him. He could be really charming when he wanted to. And to think that he was the same person who was once Emotionally Challenged. How love changes you!
***
Finally, one week after the idea of the honeymoon was sprung up and after numerous location discussions, over Ayaan's crude suggestions and Anwar's calculated ideas, Asad and Zoya arrived at an exotic private luxury villa in Mauritius.
Zoya was spellbound by the sheer beauty and serenity of the place. The villa was modest in size with a private pool. There were other rented villas around but the hedges around each house were big enough to conceal almost the entire backyard and some of the front from each other, making them very private.
They entered the villa which was tastefully and elegantly decorated with rich and cozy furniture and knickknacks. Zoya could already imagine spending ten blissful days there. Looking over all the little things, she climbed up the stairs to where the rooms were.
She entered the master suite and was blown away by the size of the room. It was easily twice the size of their room back home. Against one of the walls, was a king size four poster bed with the softest looking duvet. Around the room, she saw plush couches and loveseats arranged nicely. Her vision was captured by the huge French window which looked over the backyard and the private pool.
She was looking over the window, mesmerized when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her waist and pull her close to his chest. He skimmed his nose over her neck as his hands fisted over her shirt. She shivered and leaned onto his chest, arching her neck to provide him better access. He rocked them as they stood there, looking over the serene view from the window. It was peaceful. Relaxing. It felt good. Asad's husky voice broke the silence.
"Like the place, Zoya?" he asked her. Upon her nodding against him, he continued, "Well the, Mrs. Khan, welcome to your abode for the next few days. I hope you like it since you will not be leaving this room anytime soon."
Oh boy!
--
Part 3 (16+) (Last part)
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Hindi TV Shows
124