AsYa OS: Home Sweet Home

Sunrays streamed through the clear windows and gathered all the dust before falling on his face, illuminating his Grecian image. Well-groomed stubble adorned his face while his sharp features along with a perfectly carved jawline made his already perfect face look better. A slight smile played on his lips while a strand of his hair fell on his face making him look almost boyish. He lay on his stomach; his face turned towards the window as the morning sunrays made way to brighten his face. His bare and broad muscular shoulder filled with nail marks and love bites gave a glimpse of his last night's passion while the satin sheet barely covered his smooth back.

The intensity of the sunrays increased, slowly causing him to stir in his sleep. He tried to shield his palm from the brightness of the sun while his other hand groped the bed to feel the warmth of soft flesh. But his arm found none making him snap his eyes open to see where she could have gone so early in the morning especially after such a long exhausting night. He turned his face to get a better look of the other side of the bed to find it empty. He knotted his eyebrows and looked around the room to get a glimpse of his gorgeous wife who may step out of the bathroom in her towel looking no less than a juicy edible fruit. He stretched a bit before turning around and wrapping the cool satin sheet around his hip before getting up to see if he could hear the shower sounds. He got off the bed, holding the sheet tightly around his abdomen, and found his boxers strewn across the room in the corner. He recollected how she had savagely removed the barrier and threw it across the room before allowing herself to wrap around his naked self. A slow smirk crept along his face at the mere thought of his love in her full sherni mode. He loved it when she took control of things. He quickly slipped on the boxers and found his track pant in another corner of the room and wore it on top, leaving his chest bare. Not finding her in the bathroom he strode out of the room, in search of her.

"Zoya!" his baritone voice echoed across the room and out through the hallway. Hearing no answer he walked out of the room and down the stairs calling, "Zoya! Where are you jaan?" He walked past some half-opened cardboard along with random magazines and unopened boxes lying on the floor. "Yeh subah subah kahaan chali gayi?" he thought as he made his way through the unset furniture and boxes into the next nearest room, right by the stairs. Curious noises attracted his attention to the room. As he made it in between cardboard boxes the sight in front of him took his breath away.

There she was, one leg folded on the step-up stool while the other stretched down to stand. She wore one of her skimpy shorts tightly hugging her assets and his loose shirt that rested neatly on her curves. The t-shirt seemed too loose for her, causing the collar of the shirt lay a little off shoulder, giving the viewer of her creamy skin. Her silky hair was crunched in a messy bun, few strands hanging out loosely. Her sensuous form, seductively painting the wall with a paint roller was indeed a sight of heaven. Her muscles moved with her every motion heating the room. Holy sweet lord! The sight that he beheld in front of him had caused the animal inside him erupt. He slowly walked, without making any noise and kissed her abdomen through the t-shirt before inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent.

His sudden kiss made her jump, she shrieked, "Asad!" loosing balance. She tightly shut her eyes anticipating a nasty fall only to find herself securely wrapped in a pair of strong arms, seconds later.

"You're safe my love," she heard her husband whisper as he tightened her hold on her. She opened her eyes slowly to see a pair of deep chocolate brown eyes staring lovingly at her with a hint smirk.

"Asad!" she screamed annoyed, "you scared me! Couldn't you give a hint you were coming close to me?"

"Main kya karoon Zoya you were so tempting that I couldn't stop myself," he replied winking flirtatiously.

"Accha?" she asked pretending to buy his answer. He nodded his head innocently. "Silly boy!" she yelled looking peeved. "I swear I would have died with a heart attack," she complained.

"Voh kaise ho sakta Zoya, tumhari jaan toh mujhme basti hai," he said huskily.

"Aaw Asad is that so?" she asked fluttering her eyes. He nodded sincerely only to find her scream at him again, "Put me down right this minute!" her eyes glaring at him.

The man feared by many back in his home country was a mere puppet in the hands of his beautiful wife, Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. She had made him do things he had never imagined he would ever do yet when it was her turn she never thought back to leave everything back in Bhopal. Setting up a branch of his construction empire in the heart of New York City, Manhattan.

When his mother did not think twice for him to wallow in hurt and betrayal, Zoya had come to his rescue. She stood by him consoling him like her child and giving the necessary strength he needed to survive. He was literally shattered to see his mother walk away for a man who never was there when they needed him. He wondered if love had so much power to forgive a man who betrayed her 17 years ago or it was just blind to put all the hurt behind. However much he tried to find answers, he crumpled from the inside every single day coming back to an empty house with only beacon of light Zoya waiting to tend his internal wounds.

Two weeks after his ammi left to live with that man who came back after 17 years to force his love on his long forgotten family, Asad decided he needed change. He couldn't stay in that house that contained too many cherished memories of his family. And for the first time in his life he had taken an impulsive decision to leave everything and move to a place far from all those people who had given him false promises.

Seeing Asad suffering Zoya had graciously stepped in to protect him from the harsh world. She could relate with Dilshaad phuphi yet her impulsive decision didn't particularly go well with Zoya after seeing Asad die every single second. When Asad returned one particular day and announced he wanted to move to New York she didn't resist. She had originally come to Bhopal to find her abbu but Asad's love made up for having a family of her own. Asking him to stay back for her search seemed too selfish.

Zeenat and Anwar were greatly shocked to see Asad and Zoya at their doorstep with luggage. But once they came to know of Dilshaad's sudden need to tend to her husband leaving her son, they didn't hesitate to welcome him to their family. Since they had already approved of Asad and Zoya's match, they performed their nikaah without delay. Anwar had helped Asad set up his business and manage his overseas construction company giving Asad no reason to visit the place that haunted him.

If there were two things he never regretted doing was falling in love with his angel, Zoya, and moving to New York. Life had given him another chance in the form of his Zoya who loved him and cherished him like a loving mother, caring wife, crazy lover, and thoughtful friend. And for that he was always grateful to Allah.

And now Asad stood trembling in the new house they had just bought a few weeks ago, wondering how to calm the nerves of his lioness. Zoya pushed back her hair and stomped off to put the magazines in the bookshelf in the corner of the room. He gingerly walked to stand by her, unable to find the right words to appease her. She finished putting the books and turned to bump her husband silently staring down.

"Asad hato!" she ordered as she slightly pushed him.

"Zoya suno tho," Asad reasoned running behind her.

"Yes, what is it?" she asked turning to face him, her hands on her hip.

"Main ma'azrat khwah hun mallika-e-dil," he said apologetically, holding his ears.

Zoya instantly slumped her shoulders at his cute gesture but frowned, "Ma' kya Asad?" she asked bewildered by his sudden statement.

"Oh sorry kabhi kabhi mein bhool jata hoon ki tumhe proper Urdu nahi aati. Hmm kya karoon main, yeh ishq nahi aasaan bas itna samajh lijiye, yeh aag ka dariya hai aur doob ke jaana hai," he said dramatically, holding his forehead.

"Duniya mein there is no kaam which Miss Farooqi nahi kar sakti?" she asked a little hurt.

"Of course not my love. It sometimes goes over my head that your Urdu is not fluent," he said giving a cheeky smile, "the disadvantages of growing in a foreign country."

"Allah miya what's wrong with you Mr. Khan! Aap na kuch bhi!" she yelled throwing a pillow before smiling victoriously as it hit Asad. "Let me just remind you that poking fun of me has serious consequences."

"Fun? Jaan I don't want to die early. Mujhe mere bacchon ko dekhna hai," he said looking at her incredulously.

"Asad aise mat kahiye na," she said alarmed at his words. "I swear I don't know what I would do without you," she feeling hurt before regaining her posture, "like it or not you are going to stay with me as long as I live, do you understand that Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan?" she said walking to stand close to him.

"Yes Mrs. Zoya Ahmed Khan!" folding his hands in submission.

"That's better Mr. Khan," she said pecking him on his cheek. "By the way what were you trying to say? Phirse boliye."

""Main ma'azrat khwah hun mallika-e-dil," he said smiling widely.

"Oh! But it sounds so much better when you say it in Urdu," she gushed.

"Acchaji? So my wife likes me to speak poetically?" he asked huskily snaking his arms onto her petite waist and bringing her closer in a single motion.

"Hmm," she sang while drawing patterns on his bare chest.

"Kyun jaan you cannot seem to keep your hands off of me?" he whispered, biting her earlobe before placing a kiss on her nape.

"Of course who could not be tempted by such a delectable piece," she said in trance, snaking her arms around his neck.

Asad snuck his hands under his shirt while reaching for the soft flesh beneath. He drew circles around her belly button, "then who asked you to stay away?" he asked placing wet kisses near her lips.

"Asad," she moaned at the contact of his lips so close to hers while his hands played under her shirt. "Chodiye na I have so much work to do," she said weakly.

"Kaam? I think I am seriously dreaming. Tum toh vahaan kabhi kaam nahi karti thi. Tumhe toh sirf disrogonization pasand thi na?" He asked surprised by her sudden urge to clean and set things.

"Voh puraani Zoya Farooqi thi. Ab main Mrs. Khan ban gayi na so cleaning bhoot mujhme bhi gus gaya," she winked while her dimples deepened.

"Zoya kaam toh har waqt hoga but what about the work to serve your deprived husband," he said reaching to find the hook, only to find none. An evil smile spread across his lips as he eyed her, desire clouding his irises.

"Deprived?" she asked surprised. "Wasn't last night anywhere near satisfaction?"

"Jaan that was last night what about my morning due?" he asked as a smug spread across his face. "Now is my biwi shy?" he asked as he saw a slight pink hue crept through her cheeks and her eyes fluttered. She bit her lower lip and bent her head further down at his question, settling comfortably in the crook of his neck.

Asad lifted Zoya in a single motion and strode towards their room. The sudden change got Zoya aware of his intention. "Asad what are you doing?" she asked alarmed.

"Extracting my due of course," he remarked casually.

"They won't think anything Zoya. I am sure they would understand newly married couples need their time to settle down," he said putting her down before nuzzling in her neck.

"Newly married?" she asked suppressing a chuckle. "My darling husband we have been married for over a year now," she said trying to wiggle out of his grip.

"Is it love?" he asked feigning surprise. "Mujhe toh laga it was just last week. I have hardly finished exploring and knowing you," he winked.

"You are seriously shameless Mr. Khan," she blushed whacking his chest.