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Background to the OS : AsYa at SM. Asad is made to stay at SM cause Dilshad and Zoya emotionally blackmailed him. Moreover he's feeling guilty for Rashid's current health condition after he learnt that all this happened cause of his harsh words. As AsYa stay back at SM, they are given Ayaan's room to stay. A just a tiny winy scene of AsYa in Ayaan's room, okay? 😳
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Asad stormed into the room pushing his luggage away with such a force that it collided with the door and started rocking to and fro. Zoya got startled but tried to maintain her composer. Rolling their luggage into the room Zoya scanned the room once. It was just the same as she had left. Ayaan's magazines were LYING around, the wardrobe was left half closed, the pillows and cushions scattered all around the place. Asad groaned and buried his face in his hands as he sat on the bed with a thud.
Zoya looked at Asad and forced a quick smile. She had to be brave enough now, she reminded herself. The Lion in Asad was angered, it would roar any moment, half on the poor furniture and rest on him. Zoya swiftly strode to him and sat beside him on the bed.
'Mr Khan?' Zoya quietly asked, looking at him for any response.
Asad wiped his face with both of his hands as he gritted his teeth.
'Kya app mujhe kuch deir ke liye akela chodd sakti hai Miss Farooqi?' Asad pleaded as he took a breath sharply in.
'What if I say NO?'
'Why do you even want to be with me then? I am heartless, am I not?' Asad looked at her with his bloodshot red eyes. 'I am not the person whom you loved. I am not YOUR MR KHAN whom you love? So. WHY. DON'T. YOU. JUST. LEAVE. ME. ALONE. AND. GO.?' Asad stood up and moved towards the window, crossing his arms across his broad chest.
Zoya sighed dejectedly and tiptoed towards him, and slipped her hand by his elbow.
Asad continued looking out of the window as Zoya tried with all her strength to make him face her. When he didn't oblige to her constant nudging she in rejection rested her head on his arm and wrapped her hand around his waist and looked at him.
'Because you are that Mr Khan with whom I fell unconditionally in love with!'
Asad squinted at her for a few seconds and then gazed out of the window again.
'Ap mujhse naraaz hai Mr Khan?' Zoya innocently asked.
'Nahi.'
Zoya shrugged but her eyes trailed to the bed and her mouth immediately formed an O
'What?' Asad asked in irritation.
'Hume EK KAMRA SHARE KARNA HOGA MR KHAN!!!!!' Zoya yelled.
Asad shut his eyes and pressed his brow exasperatingly.
'Miss Farooqi . If you wish to stay here STAY with your Phophie please do. I am LEAVING!'
'Mr Khan? Ap bacho ki tarah zidd kyun kar rahe hai? Apne abhi toh Phophiee ko promise kiya ki ap rehne wale hai!' Zoya retorted back.
'Ap mujhe akela kyun nahi chor sakti?'
'Kyunki yea hamara ghar nahi hai, yea dusro ke furniture hai!'
'Yea mere bhai ka kamra hai, Usska furniture hai, I can break them burn them or do anything as I please!'
'No you can't! We are guests here!'
Asad gave Zoya a dirty disgusting look and started walking out. Zoya hurriedly followed him!
'Bathroom ja raha hoon! You want to follow me there too?'
'Yes yes! I mean No No! Haan-haan ap-change-kar- lijiye main kapade . . .' Zoya started shuttering as she was caught off guard.
'Bewkoof ladki' Asad muttered as he crossed his brows and went to the washroom for a quick shower.
'Mr Khan? Kya ap sara din, puri raat bathroom mein hi bitayenge kya?'
'Apki problem kya hai Miss Farooqi?' Asad yelled from the bathroom!
'Apke Seeecckksxx Paccckkksssxxx!' Zoya greedily grinned.
'Kya kaha apne?'
'Yehi ki mujhe bhi jana hai!'
'Jaiyee!' Asad angrily stormed out of the shower and gave her an angry look as he sat on the couch and started arranging the cushions on it.
'Mr Khan?' Zoya sat down on her knees and propped her face on his lap looking directly into his eyes.
'Dost thik ho jayegey jaldi. Kuch nahi hoga unhe! Trust me!'
Asad hissed as he turned his face away. Zoya cupped his face and made him turn towards her the next moment, and said 'Kya apko mujh par bharosa hai?'
'Khud se bhi zyada!' Asad's eyes glistened up.
'Dost bilkul theek ho jayengey! . . . Trust Me . . .!'
Asad remained quiet. Zoya sighed and wrapped Asad in her arms, after planting little kiss on his forehead.
'If you want to cry you can.' Zoya whispered as she felt Asad resting his head on her shoulder blade, softly.
After awhile Asad mumbled, 'You can have the bed. I will manage on this couch!'
Zoya smiled and broke the hug. With her hands on the hips feigning resentment she retorted, 'Why? Mr Khan?! I will take the couch. Its kinndaa---" Asad cut in and replied with a hint of smile on his tear-stricken face "Because I love watching you sleep!'
"So what? I too even like to watch you sleep! Hence I will have the couch!"
"I will send you to Noozhat's room if you don't follow my words.'
"Main shauhar ke har baat mane wali biwion mein se nahi hoon Mr Khan jo main apki har ek baat manoon!'
"Ohh really? Miss Farooqi?'
As the Innocent Little Love birds kept on chirping all the afternoon over owning of the bed and couch with reasons why, two pairs of eyes didn't miss their chance to cast their ugly sight upon them. The Eagle wished the little birdie to be dead, while she provoked the Hawk for spilling rest of the venom on the Innocent Little Love Birds for the rest of her remaining life.
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