#WeSupportKSG |AsYa FF| Destinies Intertwined, Thread # 5 - Page 52

But the shopping and the date isn't going to be in it 😒

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Why fari ?
If their r not then also update else we will get anything to read besides sitting ideal for ur update to read
maharani jo bhi likha hain wo dedo jaldi se

Okay jee 😃

Chapter 28

Zoya was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was going to dance with Asad when the soft music of 'Teri Meri' filled the room. The boys had pushed the couches to the far end of the TV room to make space for the dance floor and everyone was in position, with the two young couples side by side, facing the choreographers.

"Okay let's start. How about with a nice and slow couple dance so you get a little bit idea about your partner's dancing skills and learn to collaborate with them. Plus that will also help to get in the dancing mood." Zayaan spoke up cheerfully, his merry eyes twinkling at them in a friendly manner. "Don't worry. We'll go slowly at first... And you guys try and follow us." He said, offering his hand to his partner, Fatima.

Zoya's eyes widened slightly when Asad's waiting hand rose into view. She gulped, breathed deeply and exhaled slowly to control her fluttering heart before hesitantly placing her hand in his. With a gentle tug, he pulled her close to him, placing a hand on her waist while Zoya's hand landed on his shoulder and their gaze collided. Zoya found herself pinned under his deep, brown orbs, unable to tear her eyes away.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked in a low voice, looking straight into her eyes. Zoya should've known; she should've known he would try to talk to her as she hadn't given him any chance to have a conversation with him since the day before yesterday.

"I-I'm not." Zoya managed to stutter, avoiding his eyes. She was exceedingly conscious of his hand on her waist as they swayed gently to the music.

He twirled her around smoothly and pulled her towards him, pinning her back against his chest and wrapping his muscular arms around her thin frame. "No?" He whispered in her ears and she shivered slightly. He swirled her away from him and pulled her back to swiftly land once again in his arms, his questioning eyes never leaving her face.

"I-I've just been busy with Zaroon." She managed to stutter.

"Why did you tell him about our one-month deal, Zoya?" His voice sharpened slightly as they swayed to the music. He kept a casual half-eye on the choreographers as well, following them with perfect ease.

"Why should I not have?" She retorted and he looked down at her sharply.

"That was between the two of us."

"Sooner or later, everyone would've found out about this 'Paper Marriage' anyway." A hint of bitterness crept in her tone.

"Paper Marriage?" There was a flash of disbelief and hurt in his eyes.

"Do you have a better name for it?" She almost snapped.

Asad just gave her a quiet look full of unsaid words, spun her around in one regal turn, dipped her low and pulled her back up, close to him. "I don't like that Zaroon." He let out abruptly.

It took Zoya a while to answer as she fought to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. "Well, that's too bad because I do." She managed to reply casually though her heart was pounding in her chest. It was exceedingly difficult to concentrate on something as trivial as conversation when he was holding her so close, when his scent combined with his favorite cologne was making her lose her senses...

He swirled her smoothly away from him, pulled her back close, lifted her around the waist to perform a graceful turn and placed her back down. "You're my wife. You shouldn't be spending so much time with him. What would people say?" He asked, a note of irritation creeping into his voice.

"Mr. Khan, since when you do care what people say?" Zoya retorted trying to ignore the sensation his touch was igniting within her.

He twirled her gracefully with one finger and pulled her close to him. His intense eyes were fixed on her's as he said snappishly. "I do care."

"Really? May I ask why?" She retaliated.

"I care because..." He stopped, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly Asad became aware of the pin-drop silence surrounding them. He looked around to see Ayaan and Humaira looking at them with their mouths hanging open and the choreographers' surprised looks. He realized that he and Zoya had been lost in their own little world. They weren't following the choreographers as they had been instructed to do.

He felt his face getting hot as he quickly let go of Zoya and stepped back. One glance at her revealed that she was blushing too, shooting daggers at him in annoyance for making them land in this awkward position.

"Wow Mr. Khan, you are quite a dancer!" Fatima praised him, looking impressed while Zayaan nodded to show his agreement.

"Yes Bhaijan. You guys don't even need to practice. You're perfect already. Allah Miyaan really made you two for each other." Ayaan chipped in, looking awed.

"Umm..." Asad cleared his throat, abashed and stuttered unintelligibly. "Woh actually... Woh we were... We were just..."

"Why did you people stop?" Zoya cut in to divert the topic from them. Asad gave her a quick, grateful smile for rescuing him, which wasn't returned nor acknowledged.

Now it was Ayaan's turn to look embarrassed. "Actually... I kinda stepped on Humaira's foot so we stopped... only to find that you were in no mood to do so." He grinned.

"Shut up, Ayaan." Asad muttered and then turned to the choreographers. "I think..." He cleared his throat awkwardly and continued, "I would like to call it quits for the day."

"Already?'

Asad nodded solemnly, his eyes on the ground.

"Sure, as you wish. You can continue tomorrow. You don't need much practicing but these two need to work a little, especially your little brother. So we'll have to continue practicing a little longer." Zayaan winked playfully in Ayaan's direction.

Ayaan grinned sheepishly, looking at his feet. Asad nodded at the choreographers, gave Zoya a long look and strode to his bedroom without any further attempts at conversation.

***

"Hey, wait up!" Ayaan jogged up to Humaira as she made her way to the front door.

"Yes?" She smiled at him politely.

"Are you leaving?"

She nodded. "I am."

"Is there someone to pick you?" He questioned casually, running a hair through his messy hair.

"No."

"But it's quite late." He protested.

"So?" She smiled, looking confused by his questioning.

"So you should allow me to drop you." He finally came to his point, flashing her a cheeky smile and running his fingers through his hair once again to hide his nervousness.

"No thank you. I can get home on my own." She declined his offer, smiling at the way he had phrased it.

"I assure you I don't bite." He said solemnly but there was laughter in his eyes.

She laughed. "I'm sure you don't but I don't like asking unnecessary favors."

"You didn't ask for it. I offered it myself." He pointed out, his eyes twinkling warmly.

"Just the same, I wouldn't want to trouble you."

"If I considered it a trouble, I wouldn't have volunteered in the first place." Ayaan retaliated quickly.

"Well, thank you for the offer, Ayaan but I live only 5 minutes away and I can get home on my own."

"I don't doubt that but all the same, I'll sleep more peacefully knowing that you've reached your home safely. I'm not sure I am comfortable with the idea of letting you go alone this late."

Humaira looked slightly confused by this statement. "Umm... May I know why you are so worried about my safety?"

Ayaan raked his fingers through his hair again before answering. "You-You've come to our house and it's our responsibility to make sure you get to your home safely."

Humaira seemed to buy that and smiled. "How about I call you after reaching home?"

"That would be great I think... since you're adamant on not accepting my offer." He said reluctantly. "Can I have your number, please?"

Humaira gave him her number and turned to leave. She had just reached the front door when Ayaan spoke up again.

"Humaira?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for stepping on your foot today." He said, blushing a little.

"Ah it's all right." She smiled. When she saw that Ayaan continues to look embarrassed, she added. "I'll probably be stepping on yours tomorrow. I'm not a very good dancer either."

Ayaan laughed and then waved, "That'll make me feel better, when we're even. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, Allah Hafiz."

"Allah Hafiz."

Ayaan saw her leaving out of the door and ran his fingers through his unruly hair, smiling widely to himself at his successful conversation with her and then frowned. Though she had assured him that she could get home on her own, he still wasn't satisfied. An idea stuck him out of the blue, something very unlike him but he still decided to go for it. At least it would be better than waiting anxiously for her call. Quickly deciding, he was just about to start for the front door when he heard the sound of a throat being cleared and he turned, only to come face to face with Zaroon and Dilshad, both of them wearing cat-who-ate-the-canary grins on their faces.

"So...?" Dilshad began leisurely, her eyes twinkling.

"What?" Ayaan feigned ignorance.

Zaroon looked pointedly towards at the front door and then turned to raise his eyebrows at Ayaan suggestively; a teasing smile on his face and Ayaan felt his ears getting hot.

"What?" He repeated a little irritated.

"Nothing. Did I say anything?" It was Zaroon's turn to feign innocence while biting down a smile.

"I like that girl. Don't you, Zaroon?" Dilshad said abruptly, turning to him.

"Yes Aunty, I daresay I find her very agreeable. What do you think, Ayaan?" Zaroon turned to him casually.

A deeper hue of scarlet rushed to Ayaan's cheeks and he shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "I, umm... I-I need to get something from my car. I'll be right back." He finally mumbled with a quick smile and sprinted out of the front door without waiting for an answer.

Zaroon and Dilshad looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Has he gone to drop Humaira despite her asking him not to?" Dilshad asked, laughing.

"I believe so." Zaroon nodded as a deeper smile crinkled his eyes. "I expect we'll be having another wedding soon?"

"I was thinking just the same." Dilshad answered, looking at the closed entrance door fondly.

***

Asad rapped sharply twice on the guest room's door before storming in. He found Zaroon and Zoya sitting together on the couch conversing with their mutual friend, Maha on Skype. He cleared his throat and Zoya looked up.

"You said you wanted to go shopping today." He said gruffly.

"No Mr. Khan, you offered to take me shopping today." Zoya corrected.

Asad looked faintly annoyed. "Whatever. Do you still want to go?"

"Well I still have to buy new dresses for your sister's wedding, don't I?"

Asad looked at her pointedly. "So are you ready to leave?"

"Of course not, Mr. Khan. I have to change first." Zoya replied as it was the most obvious thing in the world and Asad rubbed his forehead, irritation flickering across his face.

"Then why are you wasting your time here? Go and change." It was clear that he considered the time she spent with Zaroon an absolute waste and nothing else. Zaroon hid his smile as Zoya glared at Asad and left the room to get ready.

***

"I'm ready, Mr. Khan." Zoya announced as she came out of the room, wearing a flowing azure-blue Anarkali frock with fine dull-silver work done of the neck, sleeves and hem. It was simple enough to be classified as classy everyday wear while decent enough for outing. Her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders and she wore no jewelry except a small locket, yet her beauty lay in her simplicity.

Asad found his eyes unable to move away from her. Without any conscious effort, a soft smile danced on his lips. He had always preferred Indian clothes to western and Zoya looked like she was born to wear them. She looked so utterly lovely and so... innocent.

Anyone looking in his soft, sparkling eyes right now could easily assume without a shadow of doubt that he was hopelessly in love with the girl standing in front of him. If there was anyone who didn't know this, it was he himself and the girl he loved.

"Wow. Someone's looking pretty." Zaroon's friendly voice came from behind him and just like that, Asad's mouth got sour and his expression hardened.

"Thanks Zaroon." Zoya gave him a beautiful, dimpled smile and Asad found himself gritting his teeth. Why did she only reserve her smiles for Zaroon these days?

"And this reminds me Zoe; I got you a little something from New York that I totally forgot to give you. It'll go very nicely with this outfit."

"Really? What is it?"

"Come with me. I'll give it to you before you leave." Zaroon offered.

Zoya quickly told Asad that she'd be right back and both of them breezed past, leaving a highly incensed person in their wake. Asad closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and pinching the bridge of his nose to control the anger bubbling inside him.

"Well Bhaijan, instead of silently seething with jealousy here, you could've appreciated Bhabhi too, you know." Asad opened his eyes to find Ayaan in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What are you doing here, Ayaan?"

"Giving my dumb brother some much needed advice." He replied calmly.

"Ayaan-"

"No Bhaijan, listen." He said forcefully. "The only thing a nice girl like Bhabhi wants is attention. And you can't even give her that? You're standing here like a deaf and dumb emotionless robot while someone else is praising your wife? You do realize that it should've been you doing that, don't you?" Ayaan threw his hands in the air helplessly, looking both amused and amazed at his older brother.

"Woh actually Ayaan-"

"Yes, you stay stuck at your woh actuallys." Ayaan retorted sarcastically. "Don't you realize? While you don't give her time, Zaroon does. While you don't appreciate her beauty, he does. While you answer her curtly, he smiles at her... Why in the world would then Bhabhi want to spend her time with you? Why not spend it with someone who makes her feel special?" He tried to make his elder brother see sense. "Bhabhi is your wife, Bhaijan. It is your duty to make her feel like she's the most precious thing in your life. Continue being the impassive person you are and I guarantee she'll run away from you well within a month to be with a statue instead."

"Ayaan-" Asad bristled.

"For God's sakes, Bhaijan. For once, will you take my advice seriously? It is a miracle that Bhabhi is here married to you instead of being wedded to that Zaroon years ago." On Asad's deadly glare, he hurried to explain. "What? You know girls die for guys like Zaroon. You can't deny that he has a charismatic personality. How Bhabhi has remained immune to his charms for all these years is a mystery. I've seen even Humaira and Najma looking at him with gooey eyes."

He sighed heavily and continued. "Look Bhaijan, don't give him another chance. It was destiny that gave you this edge over him. Bhabhi got married to YOU, not to HIM. I've said it before and I'm saying it again. Just because you got her effortlessly in your life, don't take her for granted. That's all I am saying." He said gravely.

Asad's eyebrows knitted together. "You think too, that he is trying to win Zoya back?"

Ayaan looked momentarily confused because this thought had never crossed his mind. "I never thought like that..." He began slowly. "But what I've seen is that Bhabhi seems more interested in Zaroon than you these days. Maybe it's just because they are good friends and are meeting after a long time but I don't know..." He trailed off uncertainly, running his fingers through his hair.

Looking up after a few moments, he continued with a thoughtful look. "But Bhaijan, you should know. If you have full trust in the love you and Bhabhi have for each other, which I'm sure you do, you have nothing to worry about. Simple as that." He shrugged casually with a smile and patting Asad on the shoulder, he turned to walk off.

Midway, he halted and turned, "Just a small thing you need to know, Bhaijan. No matter how indifferent a girl seems, she will always remember every smallest detail, every moment of the time spent with her loved ones. She cherishes the smallest memories - memories that may seem insignificant to you. It is your job to give her as many memories to treasure as you can so that your bound grows. And because it is small memories like these that stop the marriage from falling apart during the bad times... Today, she got a compliment from her friend which made her happy, but you know what would've meant the world to her? If you had some nice words for her too. I know you don't feel the need to say these things but trust me; Bhabhi probably does feel the need to hear them."

He smiled slightly and then left, leaving Asad to ponder over his words with an expression of profound bewilderment on his face.

***

"Where is that husband of yours? I hope he hasn't turned into smoke and ashes in his jealousy." He muttered as he looked over Zoya's head towards the door.

"Just show me your gift, Zaroon." Zoya protested.

"Ssshh. Don't ruin my plan." Zaroon chided her in a whisper on seeing Asad's dark silhouette on the partially opaque glass. He started speaking quickly, knowing that Asad would overhear them easily through the slightly gapping door that hadn't been shut properly on purpose.

"Close your eyes Zoe and give your hand." He began happily while giving Zoya a look, which said just-play-along-with-me.

Zoya closed her eyes and felt Zaroon tying something on her wrist. When he announced that he was done and she was allowed to open her eyes, she did and gasped on finding a beautiful delicate white-gold charm bracelet on her wrist.

"Zaroon! This is gorgeous!" She squealed, not needing to fake her excitement. She was genuinely happy.

"You like it?"

"I love it, Zaroon!" She almost sang in her happiness. "But you didn't need to. You really needn't, Zaroon."

"I know I didn't need to, Zoe but you know how much you mean to me and..." He stopped her effect. "A special four letter word made me get this for you." He added suggestively while Zoya's eyebrows knitted in confusion. Was Zaroon implying that LOVE made him get this bracelet for her? She was still preoccupied over his words when the door swung open and Asad stormed in.

"Zoya, are you coming or not?" He bit out while throwing a murderous glare at Zaroon. Zoya noted the vein throbbing visibly on his neck, his clenched fists and anger-spitting eyes and knew that Zaroon's desired effect had taken place.

"Mr. Khan, I'm coming." She answered with a smile as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not going to wait. Come quickly." Asad turned on his heels and stomped out, pulling his car keys on the way pointedly and slamming the door behind him.

"What was that? What were you trying to imply? He's going to murder you any one of these days, you do realize that, don't you? He looked more than capable of doing that just now." Zoya whispered hurriedly to Zaroon, looking annoyed.

"I was just stating the truth." He shrugged.

"Really Zaroon? A special four letter word made you buy it for me?" She repeated his sentence acidly. "Is this your new way of getting me divorced by implying that you love you?"

"When did I ever say I love you, you crazy delusional woman? I said a four-letter word. S-A-L-E." He spelled it out slowly and Zoya stared at him open-mouthed.

"I'm sure your Mr. Khan thought that too. His fault." He shrugged with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"You word-manipulating idiotic genius!" Zoya laughed as she smacked him on his arm.

"By the way, I'm sure the jewelry he will get you now will be way more expensive than my insignificant little gift but-"

"Shut up, Zaroon. You don't need to say all this. You know money means nothing to me and how much I cherish your gifts." Zoya frowned.

"No, I was just saying that if you don't want it anymore, give it back to me instead of throwing it in the trash so I can forward it to some other pretty girl who isn't married." He explained with a lop-sided grin.

"This is my bracelet and I will kill you if you touch it. And who is this new pretty, unmarried girl?"

"You need to run now. Your Akdu husband isn't going to wait much longer."

"Oh yes, I do. Bye Zaroon!" She waved at him with a dimpled smile before hurrying away.

***

"You shouldn't have told Zaroon about our marriage." Asad bit out roughly, glaring at her intently for a while before turning his attention back on the road.

"Why not?" Zoya asked in annoyance. Was he going to talk to her about Zaroon all day long now?

"Because. Haven't you seen how he treats you? He treats you as if you're still single. He flirts with you shamelessly in front of me as if I'm nothing." He let out, his face hardening.

"Mr. Khan, I will be single soon. Or should I say divorced?" A hint of bitterness crept in her voice.

Asad's face blanched slightly. "But-"

"Mr. Khan, are we here to discuss Zaroon? Because if we are, I think I'll prefer to just go back and come with the real version of him instead."

Asad threw her an incredulous look.

"I'm serious, Mr. Khan." She forced herself to smile. "Can't we spend this day normally, without fighting over Zaroon? Can't we spend it in the same way as we used to spend our time together before? Having random conversations and-"

"Meaningless bickering?" Asad chipped in helpfully. Zoya looked at him in surprise, saw the playful twinkle in his eyes and just like that; they both burst out laughing together.

All at once, they were at ease. Zoya wanted nothing more than to spend this day with him in his usual good, mock-sarcastic mood that she had come to adore, without having any bitter moments to ruin this outing. Asad on the other hand, suddenly realized that how much he missed being normal around Zoya. He had been too tensed and angry lately that it hit him almost painfully hard, how much he missed these light, happy moments with her.

"So Mr. Khan, do you know any good shops for heavy dresses?" Zoya asked with a smile, settling comfortably in her seat.

"I do. I know all the designer shops." He nodded. There was a small, relaxed smile on his lips as he drove with the ease he displayed at most things.

"Really? I couldn't have guessed."

"Zoya, I've acted like a personal chauffeur for Ammi and Najma for years now." There was amusement in his tone. "If I still didn't know, I would be the biggest idiot in town."

Zoya laughed. It felt good to be around Mr. Khan like this, without worrying about her impending divorce. She had pushed the topic and the worry out of her mind for today. Today, she was just going to have fun.

"What are you going to wear, Mr. Khan?" She asked.

"Suit. What else?"

"Come on, Mr. Khan. You're not going to wear a suit on the wedding."

"Why not?"

"Because suits are for the Walima. You're going to wear a nice Sherwani on the wedding."

"But-"

"No buts. I won't have people whispering that the famous Asad Ahmed Khan can't even afford a new Sherwani for his sister's wedding and had to make-do with his old suits." She sighed dramatically and Asad's amused smile widened.

"When did I say I was going to wear an old suit?"

"You have suits in every color and shade Mr. Khan. Even if you buy a new one, no one's gonna know it's not the old one unless you leave the price tag on." She answered simply.

He laughed aloud and Zoya looked at him, pleasantly surprise. How much she had missed his carefree laughter...

"Fine, I'll buy a Sherwani, happy?"

"Very." She nodded, a beautiful dimpled smile stretching across her lips. "We can do your shopping today as well."

Suddenly, Asad pulled the car to a stop, muttered "I'll be right back," and got out hurriedly. Zoya's confused eyes followed him as he made his way to a middle-aged handicapped man with crutches who had fallen on the sidewalk and saw Asad gently helping him back up to his feet. She watched silently with a lump in her throat as Asad handed him his crutches back and made sure the man was fine before gesturing towards the car as if offering him a ride, which the man declined politely. Asad nodded with a gentle smile and bent his head as the man stroked his hair affectionately and made his way back to the car, a contented smile playing on his lips.

Midway crossing the road, his gaze flew to an old taxi-driver who was single-handedly pushing his taxi, towards the sidewalk, which had obviously broken down in the middle of the busy road. Asad's soft smile remained undeterred as he took quick strides towards them and joined the old man in pushing his car. Zoya watched the taxi-driver's eyes widened in surprise when he saw a man in an expensive suit pushing his wreck of a car with him and gestured frantically for him to stop but Asad reassured him with a smile and continued pushing the vehicle effortlessly, his straining well-built, muscular body visible even through his impeccable suit. Zoya's eyes filled with tears as they remained focused on this enigma of a man who was her husband. These seemingly simple deeds of his touched her heart so deeply.

Once the car was aligned with the sidewalk, Asad took out his cell phone and made a quick call. After he was done, he talked to the taxi-driver and Zoya saw the old man's eyes going wide with gratitude. She could guess what Asad had done. He had probably called his mechanic and asked him to fix the old man's car and put it on his bill. She watched as the old man grasped Asad's both hands between his and thanked him with tears in his eyes. She saw Asad's mouth moving smilingly, probably assuring the man it was nothing.

He returned back to the car and reassumed driving as if he had done nothing but the sparkle in his eyes gave away his feeing of immense happiness that only came when he helped someone in need, while Zoya took the time to reign her tears back in and swallow the lump that was clogging her throat.

"It was really kind what you did back there." She finally told him.

He turned his neck to look at her with surprise. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "When I was small and used to go out with Abbu, whenever we would see a handicapped person, my Abbu would always tell me to thank Allah for making us perfect. He always said we find hundreds of reason to complain to Him every day; why not think of His mercies too, sometimes. Seeing people like these make us appreciate our fully-functional body..." He glanced at her and then turned his attention back to the road, "Abbu would always advise me to do good to those who are less-privileged not only because they need it, but because our soul needs it as well."

"Your father was a great man." Zoya told him quietly. And so are you. She added this last bit in her mind.

"He was." He agreed with a smile in her direction.

Zoya turned to look out of the window as she felt tears prickling her eyes again. She wished she had not seen all this. Every time, she witnessed Asad's soft and generous side, her love for him grew, along with the respect she had for him... If Zaroon's plan didn't work, how would she be able to leave him after loving him so thoroughly and so irrevocably?

He had become her entire world now. Her world had started revolving around him. She didn't know how she will be able to leave him without killing herself in the process? She knew that it wasn't just he; she would miss but every aspect of her life here in India. She would miss him, his family, her life here and most of all, she would miss herself because she knew once she left all this behind, she won't be the same person anymore.

She wouldn't be the old Zoya anymore...

***

Really cute update

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Firstly tell me y do u think that this chapter was not good
It was awesome se bhi awesome
Hayeee the dance was so so so so so good
Loved it to the core
First time ayaan said something very very good i hope asad thinks about it...
Asad is really a very kind person
Amazing part
nd plz dont finish it so soon
Plz plz plz plz plz
And update soon 😛

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Why u think the chapters r not coming good when u get good se bhi best wala response
i dont hv any problem with any of ur chapter i love them all thats it simple n sweet n no sour like chilly sauce😆