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Zoya Faroqui looked out of the window of her room and stared up at the sky. It has been over three months since she has been living in his home. ... Mr. Khan.. From the moment they met they have been attracted to each other , both of them too stubborn to accept the mutual attraction and have been trying to avoid each other but fate has other plans. Dilshad Phupi tried her best to make them friends, so for the past month they have been spending more time with each other talking, getting to know each other but without any physical contact. They sit atleast ten inches apart from each other when interacting. One day without realising they bumped into each other and that was it for them. Asad roughly pushed her to the nearest wall crushing his lips down on hers. It was everything she dreamed about, when suddenly the Asad Ahmed Khan released her and walked away.
Zoya woke up at six in the morning after a solid eight hours of sleep. She'd left the curtains open and the pale pink light of dawn flooded the room. An hour later feeling wide awake and very hungry, she walked into the direction of the bathroom in her socked feet, the bathroom door swung open and Asad stepped out, with a tiny shriek of alarm, because She'd thought she was the only one up and about Zoya walked right onto him. Into his bare chest, onto the towel swathed around his hips. Into his waiting arms.
Heaven, she thought, sheer heaven. And felt his arms tighten around her, fasten on her as if she were his heart's desire. He muttered het name burying his face in her hair raining kisses on her throat, pushing her shirt aside and tracing the line of her collarbone with his lips. Her whole body was engulfed in a wave of desire so primitive, so fierce that she forgot everything but the delicious sensuality of Asad's mouth on her flesh.
She put her arms around his shoulders, caressing the tautly flowing muscles, the heat of his skin that smelled of pine scented soap and the man himself Asad Ahmed Khan. As he pulled her roughly to his hips, she felt that other hardness with every nerve of her body. She wanted him. Here, now.
"Asad, she whispered, oh Asad make love to me"
He raised his head, his eyes boring into hers. " I want to. More than I can say... are you sure Zoya? "
Her eyes shinning, she said, more sure than I've ever been of anything in my life.
He said roughly, you are so honest"
"I thought you were avoiding me"
"I was thinking exactly the same about you"
"You were?"
"But I was wrong"
"We were both wrong to avoid each other"
"Touch me Asad..."
She hadnt bothered with a bra when she'd woke up so early. She watched as his face change as he traced the soft swell of her breast to its tip. She met him more than halfway, parting her lips to the demands of his tongue, making her own demands in a way new to her.
She said with only a touch of shyness. "This is not fair"
"What's not fair sweetheart? "
"You're only wearing a towel. But I've got clothes on. I happen to be a thoroughly modern woman who believes in equality"
"Plus the towel is slipping"
"In the interest of equality", he said, " I should take you to bed and remove every stitch you're wearing"
"Sounds like a plan", she said with a brillant smile.
He swung her into his arms and she linked her fingers around his nape as he headed towards his bedroom.
Zoya woke up at six in the morning after a solid eight hours of sleep. She'd left the curtains open and the pale pink light of dawn flooded the room. An hour later feeling wide awake and very hungry, she walked into the direction of the bathroom in her socked feet, the bathroom door swung open and Asad stepped out, with a tiny shriek of alarm, because She'd thought she was the only one up and about Zoya walked right onto him. Into his bare chest, onto the towel swathed around his hips. Into his waiting arms.
Heaven, she thought, sheer heaven. And felt his arms tighten around her, fasten on her as if she were his heart's desire. He muttered het name burying his face in her hair raining kisses on her throat, pushing her shirt aside and tracing the line of her collarbone with his lips. Her whole body was engulfed in a wave of desire so primitive, so fierce that she forgot everything but the delicious sensuality of Asad's mouth on her flesh.
She put her arms around his shoulders, caressing the tautly flowing muscles, the heat of his skin that smelled of pine scented soap and the man himself Asad Ahmed Khan. As he pulled her roughly to his hips, she felt that other hardness with every nerve of her body. She wanted him. Here, now.
"Asad, she whispered, oh Asad make love to me"
He raised his head, his eyes boring into hers. " I want to. More than I can say... are you sure Zoya? "
Her eyes shinning, she said, more sure than I've ever been of anything in my life.
He said roughly, you are so honest"
"I thought you were avoiding me"
"I was thinking exactly the same about you"
"You were?"
"But I was wrong"
"We were both wrong to avoid each other"
"Touch me Asad..."
She hadnt bothered with a bra when she'd woke up so early. She watched as his face change as he traced the soft swell of her breast to its tip. She met him more than halfway, parting her lips to the demands of his tongue, making her own demands in a way new to her.
She said with only a touch of shyness. "This is not fair"
"What's not fair sweetheart? "
"You're only wearing a towel. But I've got clothes on. I happen to be a thoroughly modern woman who believes in equality"
"Plus the towel is slipping"
"In the interest of equality", he said, " I should take you to bed and remove every stitch you're wearing"
"Sounds like a plan", she said with a brillant smile.
He swung her into his arms and she linked her fingers around his nape as he headed towards his bedroom.
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