AsYa SS: Please Forgive me Zoya {pt8 pg91 1/8} updated - Page 64

I don't know what got into me today i end up typing this but since i have completely lost my interest in the show it turn out crap😭+i'm still facing a writer block😆. i don't know if i'll be able to continue it or not but if i do continue it then i'll probably end it with in next 2/3 chapter😆 It's not Proof-read, please read the crap at your own risk.😆

Part 8

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Next morning, Asad woke up early in the morning with a mission in his hand but the question that keep nagging him was will he be able to accomplish his mission this time?' his mind told him there was no use even trying it while his heart told him to keep trying. His mind went back on time when Zoya told him to listen to his heart because no matter what our heart is always right, our mind only divert us from what our heart says. So after having a little battle between his mind and heart, he let his heart win. He wasn't his father, he had spent most of his life proving it to himself and other, and he'll prove it in future too. He wouldn't let her walk away from his life once again.

He stood outside of her house once again with the same twinge of hope shinning in his heart when he first step a foot in her house. He gazed at the house for what seems like forever before dragging his foot forward.

He stood in front of her door with his heart pounding against his chest. He had no idea what was he going to say to her, how was he going to say what he want to say, he was never good at expressing himself. He shrug the thoughts away and took a deep breath. He raised his hand to ring the bell. He hesitantly rang the doorbell.

He waited her a second which was like an hour to him and rang it again "Why the hell does she take forever to open the door" he mumbled annoying, and rang the doorbell again and again. Patient was something Asad Ahmad khan Lacks.

"Please don't break my doorbell, I'm coming" he heard someone yelled from inside but a strong fear grip his heart, the voice belongs to someone else, it wasn't zoya. He quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the address but it was the same address as before but the voice'

His head snapped up hearing the door crack. He stare at the girl in front of him, who seems be in her 20s. He gave her a confused look seeing her gasped and take a step backward to took a quick look of the surrounding, but as far as he remember Zoya lives here, then who the hell is this?'' he thought. Did she move out? Was she even living here? Was it all his dream?' he was sure all the thoughts and mixed feeling in him will drive him insane.

"Who are you?" was the only words that escaped from his mouth as he stared at her with a baffled look on his face.

As much as Candy wants to smack him for hurting Zoya, she couldn't help but chuckled looking at his face. He looked like a lost puppy. It wasn't his fault; he had never seen her before even though she did.

"Well, Can't you see I'm an alien, who just happen to land in this planet" she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes and chortle at her own response "but who are you?" she asked leaning against the side of the door with her arm cross over her chest and giggled. She was in a mood to play a little prank today so she decided to play along.

Asad frown at her response and stared at her with his brow knots together as if like she really was an alien. He didn't like the way she replied but realizing the question he asked, he just brush off her replied "Um,..I..Woh.." He stuttered nervously, rubbing his palm together as he stare at her, not knowing what to say.

Candy stare at him for a while with a seriousness on her face before bursting into a fit of laughter "I'm not an alien so stop stuttering" she replied, shaking her head. "Do I really look like alien to you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No, I-I'm sorry, I was a-actually looking for Ms.Zoya Farooqui, I thought she lived here but I might have got the wrong address, I'm sorry" He gulped, dropping his gaze to the floor, thinking maybe he came to the wrong address.

Candy pressed her lips together trying to hold back laughter. "Well you see, Ms.Faroo..' Candy who was it?" Zoya voice cut her off from inside.

"What a perfect moment to ruin my fun." she muttered under her breath as she shook her head. Asad face immediately lit up and he let out a heavy sigh of relief he was holding.

Zoya popped out from the kitchen to see who it was. Her eyes widen and she almost dropped the bottle on her hand seeing him in front of her door with a huge grin on his face, damn he look sexy with the gri...wait...What the hell is he doing here? Did he find out? No how can he? Then why is he here? Allah Miyah! What if he did? ' thousand thoughts race though her mind as she stare at him in disbelief.

Her head and heart thumped with fear seeing him there. "Why is this happening" she murmured to herself, the more she tried to run away him, the closer he gets. She has to stop him from coming to her house every day. She can't take the risk. She have to get him away from her, she know it wouldn't take time for her to lose control when he is around her. He still has a strong effect on her.

Asad stare at her a huge grin on his face which only deepen his dimple on his left cheeks, she was wearing a pink pajama and had no make-up on her face but she still managed to take away his breath. He grinned at her but his grin vanished the very moment when his eyes caught the object on her hand.

"What is that?" Asad asked curiously, titling his head to get a better view of what she was holding, His voice brought Zoya out from her train of thoughts.

"What is what? Candy scrunched her eyes in confusion and turned her head following his gaze, "Oh No" she gasped looking at zoya and closed the door a little.

Zoya shoved the scary thoughts away as her wide eyes flipped from bottle to Asad again and again before she quickly hid it behind her back "N-nothing" she gulped painfully, putting away the bottle. She stare at him like an idiot, hoping he wouldn't question her farther, much to her relief, he didn't.

Asad gave her a suspicious look, he wasn't totally convinced with her answer, he felt something fishy but he didn't question anymore and just nodded.

"Hm! I need to talk to you" he paused and drew in a breath "in private" he said averting his gaze from zoya to Candy "is it ok if I talk to her" he asked candy with a pleading look.

Candy looked back at zoya. zoya just blinked her eyes telling her it's ok. Candy averted her eyes to Asad and nodded her head. zoya grabbed a jacket from a couch and put it on as she made her way to the door.

"I'm sorry for earlier, anyway my name is Cindy, Zoya best friend" Candy introduce herself apologetically. Asad smiled at her and nodded his head. Candy put her hand gently over zoya shoulder and squeezed it firmly before leaving them alone.

"Zoya I" zoya quickly step outside and slammed the door behind her. "what the" Asad murmured under his breath as recoiled a bit at the door slam and stared at her with his brows crunched together.

Asad shook his head and sighed "I have to..." Asad start off but zoya cuff him off rudely "What the hell do you want? Haven't I already made it clear to you that I don't want to waste my time on you, Can't you just leave me in peace, is that too much to ask for?" she hollered in a furious disbelief as she gave him a deadly glare. she can't have him continuously coming to her house, either she have to move from there or stop him and the only way to keep him away from her was to be rude to him, be cold to him, be him, even though she hates doing it.

Asad just gaped at her and fall into a stunned silence. He was there to apologies and talk to her but she was getting on his nerve, he somehow managed to calm himself down knowing the reason for her outburst. She has every right to lash out on him after what he had done and said but he can't let his anger overtake him once again, he can't lose her. The Asad Ahmed Khan had finally accepted that he was in love with none other than his Ms.Farooqui and he was here to win her back not lose her so he decided to keep mum and take her accusation.

zoya snapped her finger in front of him with a frustration written all over her face. "if you're done staring at me then I want you to leave, and leave me alone" she blurt out in anger. It wasn't exactly anger but her fear.

She turned around to step inside but asad grabbed her hand and twirl her around making her collide against him, twisting her hand painfully behind her back. Zoya just stare at him with her wide eyes.

"Let go of me, you're hurting me" she murmured miserably, trying struggled free from his hold but his grip tighten even more as he yank her even closer. Zoya glanced around the neighborhood to make sure no one was watching them.

"I'm not done talking, and I wouldn't leave. or. let you leave without listening to me" he said in a low yet dangerously tone, gazing down her trembling lips and back to her eyes. He wasn't there to hurt her but if she keep on refusing to talk to him then how will he make her listen to him. He had no other option except to be little rough on her.

"Just. let. go. of. my. hand" she pronounced every word with a gritted teeth and gave him a vengeful glare. "We were done talking long time back" she gulped, and took a deep breathe. "It's better if you just go back to India" she blared at him, trying to loosen his grip. She wiggled her arms to free from his grip but he was too strong.

"First tell me if I let go of your wrist, will you listen to me?" He asked almost in a whispered after he caught the harshness in her voice. He didn't want her to hate him

She nodded her head in agreement, knowing he wouldn't let her go unless she listens to him, having no other option she had to agree. She knows him and his anger really well,

"Promise?' he asked again raising his eyebrows to make sure she wouldn't run away from him like she alway does.

"Yes" she replied awkwardly, still trying to free from his grip. She sighed knowing he is way stronger then she is.

"And you don't have to tell me to return back to India. I'll but not alone, I'm here to take back what I lost 10 month back" he muttered looking at her with a hint smirk on his face, her head snapped up. She stared at him with her wide eyes. Her heart thumped against her chest and a lump form on her throat.

Her fear was coming true. She swallowed the lump from back of throat painfully "what do you mean by not alone? I d-don't know w-what are you t-talking about?" she shuttered, avoiding his gaze, her body vibrating with fear, and her voice shaking.

He let go of her wrist only to capture her face between his palms. He had expected her to shrug his hand off but much to his shock she just stood there gazing down at the floor as if like she was in a deep thought.

His well-shaped lips curled into a tiny smile as he whispered "You" in his deep husky voice, stroking her cheeks with pad of his thumb.

She let out a breath she was holding as a relief washed over her "Oh! You mean m...WHAT?" her brows lifted as stare at him utter dumbfound once she fully registered his word. Her eyes widen with shock and her mouth hung open. The look on her face was priceless. She couldn't believe her ear; did he just say he was here to take her back? 'What the?' escaped from her lips before she could think of response.

"I know I'm not worthy of you but please give me one chance, I promise I'll try to live up to your expectation" He murmured seeing her so shock and rested his forehead against her as he stroke her cheeks. A satisfied smile curved on his lips.

"I..um.." she drew in a little gulp of air, her eyes darted around, landing on his lips and lingering there momentarily before snapping back to his eyes where she found him staring at her quivering lips. She felt a pawn of guilt hit her chest painfully but still what he did was unforgivable. She loves him but that doesn't mean she will forgive him for his deed.

"zoya" a voice from behind snapped both of them back to reality, they sprung apart. She forced her eyes away from him to the floor "Damn it zoya, pull yourself together. Don't let him rule over you once again" she murmured, closing her eyes in frustration. She always seems to lose control around him.

"Umm, Hi, Mrs.Wilkins, How are you?" she nervously waved her hand at the lady across the street, who happen to be her neighbor watching them curiously.

She nodded her head "are you ok? Do I need to send belly over" she asked giving a glare at asad. Zoya used to think Mrs.Wilkins wasn't a friendly person, she always has a frown on her face but once she got to know her, Mrs.wilkins showed her amiable side.

"I'm ok! Really Mrs.wilkins" she reassured and quirked a fake smile on her face looking back at Asad through her narrowed eyes. Mrs.Wilkins nodded and left them alone.

Asad who have been watching them quietly open his mouth to speak but the Buzz from his phone interjected. He took out his phone and saw a message from Mohan,

Meet me at the Caf by the Central Park at 11

Asad looked up at zoya, who was impatiently waiting for him to speak up whatever he has to say quickly. She was giving him are you done' look. He quickly replied and put away his phone.

"Um, can we go inside and talk" he asked, jamming his both hand in his pocket and waiting for her answer.

"What?" her eyebrows shot upward as she stare him with wide eyes, unsure she might hear him wrong.

"Can we go inside, it's kind a chilly out here" he repeated more clearly. He just wanted to talk to her in private where her random neighbor wouldn't pop in during their conversation and disturb them. Zoya just stared at him for what seems like forever, which was probably 30 second.

"zoya, where do you think you are going? I'm not done yet" he groaned annoyingly, messaging his temple as he watch her strode pass him without saying anything.

"To jump off the cliff, want to tag along, it'll be fun" she replied, sarcasm dripping on her voice. Obviously she can't take him inside so she had no other option except to take him to the basement.

"haha very funny "Asad rolled his eyes and followed her to the back yard. He watched her opening the back door, which he guessed it probably leads to basement. He followed her inside. He glanced around the room less storeroom. He thank god it wasn't creepy or that messy because his OCD surly would have kicked in at the wrong time.

The room was filled with stuffs, a shelf filled with books, and most of the space occupied with old furniture. A little baby car toy at the corner of the room caught his eyes. He heaved a sighed as the tear threaten to spill from his eyes, blurring his vision, he blinked frantically and cleared them away. What was done was done, he can't change it.

He turned around feeling the intense gaze of Zoya but as soon as he turned her facial expression change. She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest and tapping her foot impatiently. "Now do you mind telling me what do you want?" she asked sternly.

He sighed loudly and walked over her. Zoya immediately dropped her hand down as she watch him walking up to her and gasped. He put his arm around her and led her to the couch

"Please sit' he murmured motioning her with his eyes. She looked at him and obliged his order. Once she sat down, he knelt down in front her and took her hand in his but before she could pull away her hand "please" he mumbled, pulling out the best puppy face she can't resist. Zoya sighed loudly and stare at him

He draw in a breathe "Zoya, I know what I did was wrong and." "Wrong?" she muttered as she stared at him.

He hung his head in ashamed "what I did was no less than a sin, I hate myself for what I did, I didn't mean anything I said please believe me, I was just mad that you tried to stop me from reaching the court" he whispered cautiously, gazing down at the floor, unable to make an eye contact.

"If you're here to justify your action then please don't" she whispered harshly then she had intended.

his brow lifted as he drew a long and deep breath "I'm not trying to justify anything zoya, I know what I did can't be justified in anyway, I know I can't take back what I said, I know I can't change what happened but least I could do is change myself if you gave me a chance, I'll try to prove myself worthy of you, I promise you I'll never hurt you again, just one last chance." he mumbled, his hand went up to cup her face, he wiped the fat drop of tear that ran down her cheeks. He knew the only reason for her to refuse to go back with him is because she is afraid of getting hurt again.

zoya glance around briefly before shifting her gaze at him, her eyes soften seeing tears brimming in his eyes , a pang of guilt hit her. Yes! He hurt her but what was she doing? Isn't she doing the same thing? She could see the guilt in his eyes and something else, she knew what that something else was but she doesn't want to accept it.

"I have to tell you somethi..." she started off but Asad pressed his index finger against her lips, silencing her.

"Please let me talk zoya" he whispered, Zoya looked at him with teary eyes and nodded "I know sorry isn't enough for what I did, I don't even know if I deserve a forgiveness but still if it's possible please forgive me zoya, I know I hurt you so much but I never did it intentionally. If I could go back on time and change what I said and done to you then I would do anything and everything in my power to change it but past is past I can't change it but we can change our future" he paused and gulped a little air "please let's go back home zoya" He mumbled, hoping she'll understand him and forgive him for his deed and return back with him.

Zoya look at him with tears flowing down her cheeks "I'm home Mr.khan, this is where I belong" she murmured looking directly at him.

"Yes zoya! You are home but you have another house waiting for you in India, your house zoya which is waiting for you to make it a home. Please let's go back" he mumbled squeezing her hand firmly and trying hard to convince her.

"That house was never mine and never will be Mr.khan. I was just a guest there, staying against your wish. From the day I entered your house you wanted to throw me out and now when I'm finally out of your life, out of your house, you should be happy that you finally found peace, shouldn't you Mr.khan?" she asked pulling away her hand from his grip as she stare at him with hurt written all over her face.