I Always Belonged To You
Zoya sat on his bed, amongst petals and roses. She was in a bit of shock. It all happened so quickly. She tried her best not to shed tears on her wedding day but now, she was alone, and they were threatening to fall on her cheeks.
It almost seemed as a blur. Nikhat herself had broken her and Farhan's relationship and pleaded with the elders to get Zoya back to Asad, to Khan Villa. Razia obliged obviously, and of course no one could argue with her, nor could they try to oppose Asad and Dilshad as they took Zoya home.
It all felt like a dream, She gripped the bed sheets praying this was real. Asad and her finally said Qubool hai. This was all real. This was actually happening.
She counted down the moments agitatedly, waiting for Asad to come. Every second he took to come, got Zoya more frustrated, causing her to think maybe this was all just a dream, and sooner or later she would wake up in Ayaan's room.
When the door opened at last, and the love of her life entered, she felt her shoulders relax, and thanked Allah.
However, a certain nervousness came over them both. They had not spoken about anything. Nothing at all. The only words they had told each other in the past 2 days were Qubool hai'. Zoya felt a lump in her throat as Asad moved closer to sit on the bed.
She studied his face. His eyes seemed red and glistened. He looked physically drained, she thought, and who wouldn't be? She too was looking lost, Asad noticed. Her eyes looked swollen and he knew her days out of his home were like torture. He reached out his hand to touch her chin, and caress her cheek and that did it.
Without warning, Zoya flung herself into him, with full force. She gripped onto his clothes for life as all her tears and silenced cries made their way out of her heart. He too cried. They cried together, in each other's arms.
Through her cries, she told him 'Mr Khan, aap... aap nahi jante... main...' she sniffled, trying to continue. Those days I spent away from you, I never thought I could ever experience such pain. Please Mr Khan, don't ever ever send me away from you. I won't live'
'Shh' he said covering her mouth.
'Zoya, I made that mistake once, I won't ever do it again. I will never let you go away from myself again. Me too. That was the worst thing for me to endure .My heart has been torn up and finally I have you again. I can't even believe this. That you are here, with me'
He wiped her tears as they started flowing more profusely.' Me too. Aur Mr Khan, I know, you trust me. But still you must have doubts. Anyone would. Mr Khan, Ayaan never touched me. I never touched him. Just.. Mr Khan I know you couldn't be my first husband. It's disgusts me to say it but still I have to. But please, aap meri pehla pyaar aur akri pyaar hai. And nothing can change that. Nothing in this world.'
Asad understood her fears.
'Zoya, look at me' he said, tilting her chin up so she could face him.
'Nothing that happened then, matters to us now. All that matters is that I have you all to myself now. And I am only yours. I have full faith and trust in you. I know you wouldn't have betrayed my trust. And don't think of our love as any less, just because you were married to Ayaan first. Zoya, saying those words Qubool hai' , that alone doesn't mean marriage. Marriage is the bonding of two souls, vowing to love and protect and cherish each other for all our lives. To always be there for each other. To help and guide each other in difficult times. To always love and give to each other. To be selfless in love and dedicate our lives to each other. Seeking blessing from Allah and our elders like Ammi to guide us in our relationship. What you had with Ayaan wasn't a real marriage. It was a compromise. And now, even before today when I said Qubool hai, I still feel that was just a ritual. Because to me, our souls have become one since long back and I have always been yours. I have always belonged to you. And nothing has, can or will ever change that'
Zoya held his face in her hand, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap, wedding attire and all.
'Where did you learn all this from? I knew you were changing for me, but really Mr Khan, these lines? Allah Miyan, what's wrong with you!' he chuckled through his teary eyes, as he saw Zoya trying to lighten up the situation.
But Zoya couldn't hold up for long. Her tears returned as she stroked his cheek.
'Mr Khan, today you have cleared all my doubts. Sometimes I really wondered if fate had it that I would never be yours, and maybe I wasn't meant to be with you but I realized I was wrong. Because if it was like that, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. Aur wo pyaar, gave me all the strength to be away from you because I knew our love was strong enough to get through this. But actually seeing us together now, it feels so unreal. I'm finally Mrs Asad Ahmed Khan!' she squealed like an excited little child.
'Haan, finally. Phir se kaho?'
'Kya?'
'Phir se kaho'
'Okay... kya?'
'NO! before that'
'Arrey, we have just gotten married and you're already back to Mr Akdu Ahemd Khan!'
'Zoya, but just say it again!'
'Kyaaa?'
'Mera naam!'
'Oh..' she realized that she had never really taken his name, until just now.
'Asad' she uttered, her voice drowning in love.
She looked him straight in the eyes as she said his name.
'My name sounds nice when my wife says it'
And she blushed. And blushed. And blushed.
'Asad?'
'Hmm?'
'You always belonged to me. But what you may not know is that I, too, always belonged to you. From the day I entered this house, whether it was depending on you in the beginning, or getting closer through the circumstances we faced, unknowingly or knowingly, we have always belonged to each other. And now, we are finally in our rightful places.'
Asad sighed and leaned back against the bed head, passing his hand over her head, and she rested her head in the crook of his neck, her whole body still on his lap.
'And just now you gave a 100% dialogue on marriage and our relation' to this he laughed and shook his head.
'In all seriousness though, I want to promise you.'
And he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. She sat up in his lap, facing him, and took his hand in hers.
'I promise to love you, and to protect you and cherish you for the rest of my life. I won't let anything from the past cause any hindrances in our relationship. I promise to always be there for you, to help and guide you when things get tough and to always give to you. To always give more than I expect to get back from you. To dedicate my life to you. And to be selfless in our love. And I promise that I will always be yours. In this life, and the next. I don't think I ever said this directly to you like this but, Asad, i.. really love you.'
An lone tear slipped down his cheek and Zoya took the liberty to kiss it away, as she leaned into his cheek. Asad's strong arms engulfed her into a passionate embrace.
Matter of the past were now dealt with, and only now could they move on and start afresh with their new lives. As man and wife.
Asad, while holding her in his arms, reached up for her dupatta, and took out the pins one by one, resting them on the side table.
Zoya knew what was happening. She felt her stomach tingle and butterflies fluttered and she closed her eyes.
He pulled her out of his arms, and got up.
Zoya was disappointed and opened her eyes to see what was really going on.
She saw Asad appear with matches and he lit the candles which were place about the room. She was sure he had instructed Najma and they not to light the candles before, in the event of something catching a fire. In this time she really got to admire the decorations on the bed. Before she was too nervous and afraid to notice much. She saw that the bed was covered in pink rose petals, her favourite. How sweettt!And the flowers that hung over the bed were pink red and white roses. The fragrance was just amazing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, indulging in the sweet scent. The sound of a click, made her open her eyes. Asad and switched off the light, and now they were surrounded by only the lights of the candles.
He advanced the bed and sat on the edge, and made her face her back to him. He put his hands on her shoulders and Zoya felt herself take delight in this simple gesture.
He put his hand in her hair and undid her bun, and her luscious tresses spilled down, covering her back.
His fingers brushed her hair to the side, and the moved forward to take off her necklace, and then kissed the back of her neck. He heard Zoya sigh and felt her back tense up as he did this.
'Shh relax' he whispered against her back, his breath doing strange things to her. He then took off her earrings, and kissed her ears .
Boy, were his lips soft. Zoya felt like even feathers weren't as soft. She smiled and her shoulders raised up involuntarily and he buried his head in the crook of her neck, and placed a lingering kiss there. She raised her arm around him to hold him by his neck, her fingers caressing some of his hair while he kissed her neck. He saw her holding the sheet tightly, and reached his hand to interlock with hers, as they reveled in this moment of bliss. He put his hand flat on her back, feeling her smooth skin, and then proceeded to undo the zip on the top of her lehenga. Zoya blushed and turned herself, so that she hid her face in his chest as he unzipped her top and his hands reached down to the small piece of her tummy which was exposed and tickled it.
Zoya giggled and smacked him on his chest. He held down her hands strongly against his rock hard chest and kissed her hair. Then, His hands traced down to her skirt, and his fingers peeped into the side of her waist to unfasten the lehenga bottom. Zoya was red, and she felt a dull pain in her stomach as she gripped his kurta even tighter. Asad smirked, well at least something similar to that, as he knew it wasn't only him being overwhelmed with desire.
He took off her bangles and placed all the jewelry on the side table, after which he held her hands and kissed them gently.
Then, he lowered her on the bed, such that he was on top of her. He kissed her forehead, then her cheeks. And Zoya leaned up to kiss his chin. Asad smiled.
'You know, ever since I realized I was in love with you, and even before that too, I have always wanted to do this' he said, and Zoya saw his pupils dilate.
He leaned down, and breathing on her lips, causing them to part. He pressed his against hers. And fireworks went off in their hearts. He sucked in her lower lip while she did the same to his upper lip. After the innocent pecks were over, Asad let his tongue drift over her mouth and she readily accepted him in and they deepened the kiss, together exploring another level of bliss. Zoya nearly moaned at the contact and Asad cupped her face, angling her so he could kiss more of her. Zoya's hands creeped up and stayed at the buttons on his kurta, and she pulled him in closer.
Asad, was a bit unsure how far or how fast to go, but when Zoya did this, all hell broke loose and he knew that she wanted the same as him. To just become in all ways.
He moved his hands and placed them on hers and guided her to unbutton his shirt, which she did more quickly than he would have thought. Zoya moved her hands to his shoulders and pulled off the kurta, not breaking the kiss.
She opened her eyes and couldn't help but giggle, causing Asad to pull out of the kiss.
'What?' he asked, gasping for air at the same time.
She continued giggling.
Asad looked confused and motioned for her to tell him.
'Okay, so mujhe besharam mat bulao. And don't lecture me on tehzeeb and tameez either. But, ever since that day I saw you in the bathtub, I always wanted to...' and she stopped, and lowered her eyes a bit.
'To what?'
'To run my hands over your six packs! Like omg, how can you be sooo sexy! I mean come on are you even real? You know how much I had to control my mouth from spilling out these things before. And especially whenever you caught me after falling, did you know how hard and strong your arms are! But now I can say it right?' she laughed nervously.
He leaned down to kiss her nose.' Waw so all those times you just fell so I could catch you right?' he teased.
'Nahi!' she exclaimed.
Both ended up laughing and Asad then leaned down and kissed her. He broke the kiss, and placed her hands on his chest.
'Nope, not today. No lecture. And I won't call you besharam! I'm all yours tonight'
Zoya blushed at his statement.
'HUH aap zyaada besharam hai!'
'Arrey this is cheating. I can't call you besharam but you can? Nope that won't work. That's it, I'm not yours tonight!' he faked.
'EYYY okay okay fine . But.. by the way, only tonight?' she asked innocently.
He smiled down at her. 'Oh, you're already so possessive. And don't worry, Ms Farooqui, I'm yours every second' he said, and kissed her forehead.
'Every minute' he kissed her left cheek.
'Every hour' he kissed her other cheek.
'Every day' he kissed her chin.
'Every night' he kissed her nose.
'Every..'
She cut him off.' I got the point' she said hastily before capturing his lips as they kissed passionately while her hands roamed his body. She felt his chest how hard and lean. She felt his six packs and his muscular arms. In this moment, their intimacy reached a new level as their desire doubled up and Asad bent to drop wet kisses down her throat. The feeling of his tongue on her skin was electric. Zoya felt she would faint from the immense pleasure it brought.
He trailed kissed across the top of her chest and then went to her neck and he was sure he left a lovemark there.
Zoya pulled him back up and kissed him, and there was no war greater than the battle of their tongues for dominance. Asad pulled Zoya into him and moved his hand to her top, and took it off. He wasted no time in getting his pants and her skirt off, and now the only barriers were their undergarments.
The heat was inexplicably overwhelming as they kissed, their hands exploring each other. Asad rolled over so Zoya was on top him, and Zoya was overly excited to do something that she, as embarrassing as it was, always wanted to do. You see, touching his well-toned body was half the story.
She bent down, and stroked his arms, kissing his muscular mounds and then her lips ran across his chest, as they lingered and peppered kisses on his six packs.
Soon after all they were pressed against each other, only their skin in between. Zoya was not ashamed or shy, because it was just him. Her Asad. Her husband. There was no room left for anything except their love and their love making.
In that one night, they became one, by all means. The purest moment and most precious moment between a husband and wife. There wasn't an inch of Zoya's body Asad hadn't kissed that night same with Zoya. After everything, the torment and separations and trials they faced, this moment conquered all.
A week ago, they would have never thought that they would be like this now. All sweaty and with no clothes on. Yet comfortably cuddled up into each other, with Zoya running her fingers through his hair and Asad caressing her cheek. They lay together, their free hands interlocked. Staring at each other. Just taking some time to truly adore and value their most prized possessions, each other.
If this wasn't love, then what was?
And maybe, they waited so long for this moment. Maybe it seemed this moment would have never came. But faith and hope made it happen. As well as their love for each other.
And one more thing.
Loving someone, wasn't all about receiving their love in return, or expecting to be with them once they loved you back. Loving someone was about sacrifice and fighting against all odds to be together. It was about giving more than receiving. About being contented to have loved someone. About being happy that you had someone to belong to, and someone who belonged to you.
And after all these things, love would find a way.
Asad kissed Zoya's hand and whispered in her ears 'I love you, Zoya. And that is such an understatement'
Zoya smiled. She kissed his forehead.
'I know. I love you immensely too. I think maybe the wait was worth it. Because today, had to be the best and happiest day of my life.' she said, sleepily.
'I love you so much' Asad said as he pull her in and she rested her head on his chest, and dozed off. He himself fell asleep soon after, his hands in her hair.
Asad knew only then what it was like to hold your life in your hands.
The most calm and peaceful slumber overtook them. After many sleepless and numb nights, these two hearts beat together as they slept a comfortable nap and awaited the morning to come, to fill their lives with even more love, each and every day.
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š¤ this was to cheer up myself as well as everyone on the forum. Today i cried. Actually lately, QH episodes make me cry a lot because i feel the pain of Asya very deeply. Ayaan and Zoya may have a cuteness going on esp with Mona Rabert but i cant even try to be open minded about Zoyaan because AsYa is the real deal. But still, the show goes on as it is. The least we can do is hope! and well.. read asyalicious stories to keep the asya romance alive š³ so hope you guys enjoyed this š lots of love from vaishš btw leave comments pls, like this is first time i wrote someting so ... hot lolll well its not too explicit but still š anyways hope you enjoy
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