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Posted: 10 years ago

#101

Nice collections... 👏👏

i read most of it...

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sanarujub

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#102

ASYA (KaBhi) OS: 'I love the way they dance'

MrMrsAsyaKhan

Zoya stood near the window and wrapped the towel around her head before brushing both hands over the towel rubbing it back and forth trying to dry her hair. She bent forward and allowed her hair to swing below her before rubbing it again with the towel. She flicked her hair back making Asad's elbow slip from his thighs breaking his admiration session. He wiped his nose feeling water droplets fall over his face, he sighed taking in the sight of the beautiful woman in front of him.

"It's beautiful isn't it Mr Khan?" Zoya breathed in the cold air along with the smell of wet earth. She shuddered feeling the sensation run through every vein in her body. The rain had left a cold morning breeze behind; it made her squeal with delight as it brushed past her cheeks and made her hair blow backwards around her petite head. She sighed.

"Hmmm" Asad replied dreamily admiring the smile on her face, he watched her eyes glisten with satisfaction. Zoya leaned forward against the window holding her chin against her right shoulder feeling his hands slide down her waist before pulling her back against his hard toned body. Her loose top almost seemed non-existent as her back outlined his abs; she relaxed her sudden tensed back against his chest trying to bury herself in his arms. He breathed in her scent, the smell of her shampoo overpowering his senses intoxicating him with its passionate mixture of berries that had him yearning for her. Zoya shivered as the same air brushed past their conjoined bodies, she hmmm'd with delight in his arms wrapping it around her tighter.

Asad closed his eyes not being able to breathe enough of her intoxicating presence.

"Zoya" He whispered kissing her bare back lingering his lips allowing her name to vibrate against her skin. He blew softly against the nape of her neck placing another kiss, Zoya's body shook in his hold, every part of her body was shocked with desire, every hair on her body stood upright as if they were electrocuted by his touch.

"Asad I..." Zoya closed her eyes, his lingering kisses teasing her.

"Zoya" He whispered again against her ears, she turned her face the other way, "Zoya" He repeated softly into her other ear. She moved her face over her shoulder allowing his lips to brush her cheek.

"Hmmm" She replied with her breathing trying to keep up with her racing heart. Asad rested his chin on her shoulder looking up at her closed eyes, her breathing heavy. He could feel her chest rising up and down while her heart was beating erratically matching his own. The air blew her hair over his face, Asad stood still for a moment enjoying the little moment her hair touched his face, capturing him in a world of its own. He turned her around quickly, spinning her by the waist. Zoya's eyes opened wide feeling the sudden movement. She blinked coming face to face with him, her hair slammed the side of his face before falling to her side. Asad watched the air play with her hair. She moved her eyes to his chest blushing under his gaze.

"Zoya?" He whispered again, Zoya looked up realising he had finally called her by her name. Her cheeks that were crimson only a moment ago was replaced with dimples as a smile adorned her face glowing face.

"Yes Mr Khan?" She laughed. Asad was instantly mesmerized by her laughter; her voice melody to his ears, her hair danced to the music of her laughter around her head making her look more angelic than she already did. He fell deeper in love with this girl, her every gesture, every word, every laugh, every blink, every smile, every kiss seemed like the first. With what seemed like only seconds of admiring her beauty, his lips pressed against her laughing lips registering his thoughts. Zoya was taken aback for a moment before tugging herself closer to him, her hands moved over his back, her fingers running upwards teasingly before wrapping around the nape of his neck. She pressed harder against his lips as raw desire took over every inch of her body. Asad smiled rubbing his lips against hers and angled his head to one side moving his tongue deeper into her mouth. He watched with open eyes as she moaned with pleasure, joy and hunger. With her closed eyes, she allowed herself to lose all control over herself; Asad allowed her feisty self to take over the kiss as he had played with her before. She bit his bottom before pushing further against his lips pulling his neck towards her.

"Asad..." She moaned impatiently to stop him teasing her as he wasn't moving. He was too busy watching her, admiring her. She opened her eyes slowly realising he was letting go of her. She indicated with her eyes not to do it but he moved his lips away. Zoya glared at him, her plumped lips pouted at him as he had ruined the whole moment. He allowed her to catch her breath, his eyes still refusing to move off her face.

"Zoya" He whispered again, this time it came out as if he was amazed by her name.

"Zoya what?" She raised her eyebrow unbuttoning her top.

"I love the way they dance" He spoke poetically, brushing his fingers up her cheek into her hair. "I love the way your hair dances around your perfectly shaped face. I love it when these strands of hair falls over your beautiful face, they irritate you but they make me fall in love you again and again" Asad smiled at her removing the strands of hair over her face. Zoya blinked at him; so that's what he was doing all that time. She ran her fingers through her hair and bended her body back knowing he would support her waist. She moved side to side as her hair dangled beneath her. She got back up and blew the strands that were over her face.

'You've watched my hair dance and fallen in love with me again, now, Mrs Khan wants to dance' Zoya spoke sensually before smiling deviously. Asad grinned back at her tone raising his eyebrow brushing his tongue over his bottom lip. Zoya smiled at him moving one finger down his tank top twisting it and letting go. He watched her eyes flash with over pouring love, passion and desire. His crooked smile at her eagerness to make their morning, a later morning, made Zoya's knees waiver.

"Let's dance Zoya" Asad pushed her against his chest and whispered into her ears. Zoya tilted her head back and laughed, shaking her hair and winking at him.

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sanarujub

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Posted: 10 years ago

#103

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AsYa OS: Confession night

'Please dont come near me Mr Khan. Mr Khan please' Zoya pleaded to Asad who is gettin closer to her little by little. 'Miss Farooqui, I mean Zoya, you know I cant stop it whenever its something related to you' Asad went closer to Zoya. She immediately closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her. Asad grabbed Zoya's wrist and held it tight. 'Mr Khan'.. 'Sshhh..I wont let you to talk today' said Asad who then kissed Zoya passionately on the lips.

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PART 1
Asad & Zoya are gona get married the next day. Zoya is very excited bout the nikah but still somewhere in the corner of her heart she's a lil upset cause till now she still is uncertain about Asad's real feelings on her. Although Asad already said she's still beautiful with those burned scars on her arm, and hereafter completing the mehendi ceremony which was actually quite surprising for her cause for the first time Asad didnt call this ceremony as 'nakli'. Now she already has his name on her palms, she still has that small doubt abt the nikah. She very well knew Asad's character. Anytime he can turn into the Angry Ahmed Khan and as usual he would then say something to her which would make her sad. "That is it! I cant take this anymore. I need to talk to Mr Khan about this!" Zoya said to herself. She then got off from her bed and walked towards Asad's room. It was 1am in the midnight. She knew its already late but she had to do this. Zoya is now standing infront of Asad's room now. She lifted her hands to knock but then a sudden realisation hit her. She remembered Phupi's words of not meeting each other before the nikah. She then let out a huge sigh and headed back to her room. "What do I do now? I cant get married to That Akdu Ahmed Khan without knowing his real feelings. For me marriage is everything & I dont wana undergo a fake one with fake feelings". Zoya was lost in her thoughts. She didnt knew what to do. "Idea!!!" Yelled Zoya. She quickly grabbed her handphone and dialled Asad's number. She knew his number by heart. "Mr Khan pls answer, plsss" Zoya kept hoping for him to answer. Then all of a sudden she heard him. Yes, she heard his voice. He was obviously sleeping. Zoya felt bad for waking him up but she had too.

"Hello" said Asad in his sexy sleepy tone.

"Hello Mr Khan, Zoya here". Zoya said to clarify that its her on the other end.

Asad: "Yes Ms Farooqui, do you know whats the time now? Go back to sleep & dont disturb me"

Zoya: "But Mr Khan, I really need to talk to you, its really important. Its our life matter. And its regardin our nkah too. I need to sort out a few things before we get married to each other".

Asad: "Hmm okay, say it quick".

Zoya: "Mr Khan, If you dont mind can we meet?" Please.

Asad: "But Ms Farooqi, remember ammi said we cant meet before our nikah?"

Zoya: "I know Mr Khan. Can you come to the garden where we met earlier? We could meet there. Remember there's a wall as a barrier? It would be easy for us to talk there. We could be on each side, talk yet still not see each other. Okay Mr Khan?"

Asad: "Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes."

Zoya quickly hanged up the call and ran to the garden as quick as possible to avoid Asad. She had many questions in her mind which she was determined to get the answers too.

Meanwhile Asad also got up, freshen up himself abit as he was really sleepy and tired. He then quickly went to the garden where Zoya is waiting for him. "Wonder what Ms Farooqui wants to talk about till she had to wake me up at this hour.Cant she wait till tmrw?" thought Asad while walking.

Zoya was walking around the garden when she slight footsteps.

Zoya: "Mr Khan, is that you?"

Asad: "Yes Ms Farooqui, its me. Now tell what is that important thing you wanted to tell till you had to wake me up at this hour? Cant you wait till tmrw?"

Zoya: "I'm really sorry for disturbin you Mr Khan but I really had too. I need to clear some doubts which I have in mind".

Asad: "What doubts Ms Farooqui?"

Zoya: "I'll come straight to the point. Mr Khan, are you serious abt this marriage? Tmrw is our nikah and after that I'll legally & officially become Mrs Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. Tbh, I dont want such title if this nikah itself is not real. Until now you didnt clarify anything. You were the one came up with this nakli nikah idea. You were the one convinced me to go along with all those traditions just for phupi's sake. I followed whatever you said. I attended all ceremonies eventhough I know it was all fake. You told me that you will tell phupi the truth before nikah. I didnt say anything and agreed with you. And that day when my Aapi came, infront off you I told her the truth. It was a good opportunity for you but what you did? You told her the nikah is real for her & phupi's happiness. And now tmrw is our nikah. What does it mean Mr Khan? Fake nikah? Am I gona be your fake wife then? Answer me Mr Khan! Am I gona be fake for you? Is our future gona be fake?"

Zoya couldnt help it anymore. She started crying. She had asked him whatever she wanted too. She felt much better now. Her heart felt lighter. She wiped away her tears and waited for the reply for her questions.

She knew he was thinking. She could hear the heavy sounds of breathing.

Asad: "You really wana know the answer Ms Farooqi?"

Zoya: "Yes, Mr Khan. I really need to know."

Asad: "Woh..actually..woh.."

Zoya: "MR KHAAANNN!' Shouted Zoya.

Asad: "Actually Mr Khan, remember once when Mr Bhatavdhekar asked us about our first meeting and I told I met you at the Mazaar? Well, actually its true Ms Farooqui, I really met you there. You were crying. To be honest, I had a strange feeling in me. At first I ignored it. Then remember I knocked you down with my car? I met you for the 2nd time then. I had the strange feeling in me again. I didnt know what it, but I know its different."

Zoya kept quiet while trying to remember the incidents.

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sanarujub

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#104

Asad: "After that we had many encounters with each other but it all ended up with some arguments. Then one day you appeared in my house. I was shocked to see you there. I was actually happy but I didnt show it out. At that time I didnt know why I was happy. But I liked havin your presence around me. Although I shout at you most of the time, I'll silently regret over it later on. Sooner you started to become close with me. I've tried hard to control my feelings for you but I just couldnt. I started to like your presence more. I felt that Im regaining bak my empty life. I felt happier. I've started to think. You were slowly changing me. In Mangalpur when I thought I lost you, you can't imagine how I was feeling. My whole world totally crashed. I felt like I lost my everything, my life. The same thing I felt when the jhummar almost fell on you on our sangeet day. I couldnt lose you. Thats when i realised that you actually mean something to me. And after talking to Ammi, I realised its something called LOVE. Yes, I'm in love with you Ms Farooqui."

Zoya is shocked to hear the confession from Asad. She felt very happy. She couldnt stop smilling. She started to do her happy dance around the garden.

Asad: "Ms Farooqui.. Ms Farooqui? You there?"

Zoya : "Huh.. huh?" Stops dancing. "I'm here Mr Khan"

Asad : "You heard what I just said?"

Zoya: "Yes Mr Khan, I heard it very well"

Asad smiles.

Asad: "So?"

Zoya: "So?'

Asad: "So, got your answer Ms Farooqui?"

Zoya: "Yes Mr Khan, very well indeed"

Asad: "Now do you have any doubts in getting married to me?"

Zoya: "NOT AT ALL!" Shouted Zoya, smiling widely. "Mr Khan. can I say something?"

Asad: "Sure, say na.."

Zoya: "I love you too Mr Khan!!" said Zoya and quickly ran away from there.

Asad saw Zoya running away and went after here. "She can't just say it like this" "I gathered all my courage to finally propose to her and this is how she replies? I'm not leaving her alone." Thought Asad and quickly ran to Zoya's room.

Asad: "Miss Farooqui, open the door!"

Zoya: "Cant Mr Khan, I'm sleepy now. We shall talk tmrw. You also go to sleep. Goodnite!"

Asad: "Hmmm, okay. Goodnite"

THE NEXT DAY. .

Everyone left gor the wedding hall. Asad left with Ayaan & his sisters while Zoya left a little late with her Aapi. She was feeling happy as she now knew that the wedding between her and Asad is not fake at all. It's all true.

"Allah Miyaan, I can't believe this. Thank you Allah!" said Zoya to herself.

She just couldnt stop smiling.

Aapi: "Zoya, you're looking so beautiful today. And I'm really happy that my baby sister is finally getting married to the person she loves. I'm lost for words. May you live happily after this. You've suffered enough. Now I just want to see you happy."

Zoya: "Thank you so much Aapi. Even I can't believe this is happenin. Me, the great Zoya Farooqui is gettin married! Till yesterday, It was all fake, but now after talking heart to heart with Mr Khan, Im fully convinced that it's not fake. I'm realy happy Aapi!"

Aapi: "I can clearly see that. Now come quick, We have to get to the hall. You don't want to get married issit? Then dont complain, okay!"

Zoya: " Okay, lets go!"

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sanarujub

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Posted: 10 years ago

#105

PART 2

AT THE WEDDING HALL

Everyone is already present in the wedding hall. Few more mins and Asad Zoya would be united into one. Both of them are in the respective places separated by the piece of cloth that didnt allow them to meet each other. *(sorry I dunno what its called)

After completing all the necessary rituals, both of them are now husband and wife. Ms Zoya Farooqui has finally become Mrs Zoya Asad Ahemd Khan. Zoya is too happy she just can't explain her feelings. Phoopi, Najma and Aapi came and hugged and congragulated her. Even Nikhat, Nuzhat and Humeira who came for the nikah came and hugged her. They were so happy that they were able to meet their bhabi.

Asad on the other hand saw what was happenin. Without realisin he had tears in his eyes. He was so happy that his wish has finally been fulfilled and even his step siblings are present on this very special day. Ayaan who saw his bhai tearing up came and hugged him. He was also glad that Asad has finally found a life partner in the form of Zoya, his precious beloved "Mona Darling". No words came out from any of them. Only tears, but all knew its tears of joy and happiness. Now its time to go back to a place its called home. Atleast it is now finally for Zoya!

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sanarujub

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Posted: 10 years ago

#106

Originally posted by: Linsie
Nice collections... 👏👏

i read most of it...

They are my favorites stories and cannot afford to lose them

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sanarujub

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Posted: 10 years ago

#107

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AsYa OS - Just Perfect

Asad Ahmed Khan tip-toed inside the lavish bungalow to find it unusually quiet. Expected. He locked the front door and turned to go inside. He stopped and sighed. Only Allah can save me from the wrath of Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. He chuckled. Just like the name sounded perfect, the woman was more than perfect, he smiled. The love of his life. His everything.

He shoved away his briefcase and coat on the sofa nearby and loosening his tie he went inside. He entered his room to see his wife standing beside the window, her face glowing in the moonlight. His lips curled into a dazzling smile, as he admired his beautiful wife. He slowly crept up to her and hugged her tightly from behind as he nuzzled into her, taking in her floral scent.

"Missed me?" He whispered in her ears. No response. Nor did she respond to his touch which she always did. He sighed as he guessed the reason.

"I'm sorry baby..." He apologized, nuzzling into her neck further and dropping a kiss there, "I know I had to return early but I was stuck up with the clients. Forgive me, please..."

She pulled away from him and moved towards the dresser. "That's alright Mr. Khan. I'm used to it now"

Back to Mr. Khan? Shit. She's really upset.

"Zoya, how many times have I told you to call me by my name." He said annoyingly.

"And how many times have I told you to return early!" She blasted, "Do you listen to me? No. Then why should I?" She huffed and turned her face away from him.

He suppressed a smile seeing his cute little wife trying to stay angry from him. She looked damn adorable with her cute button nose totally red, and her lips pouting. How I want to kiss them.

"You know you can't stay angry from me right?" He smirked.

"That's what you think." She snapped back. "You can go to hell with that laptop and cell of yours, for all I care!"

"So you don't care?" He asked, taking a step forward. "No." She replied.

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sanarujub

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#108

He nuzzled deep into the valley of her neck, and placed a feather-light kiss there. She closed her eyes as his hot breath fell on her bare skin. "Not even now?"

"N-No" She stammered. It was getting hard for her now.

He clutched her waist a bit more tightly and pushed her against the wall. She let out a gasp as he pinned her to the wall, with that intense look which was melting her insides. He brought his face closer to her as her breath hitched. His musky cologne and his hot breath were making it extremely difficult for her to control. "Now?"

"Asad please..." She moaned, her eyes closed. He smirked. "Please what?" He whispered back in his sexy voice. Even though he didn't want to, yet he moved away from her. "You didn't want to talk to me, right?" Hiding his smirk from her, he started to turn and go away.

His hand was caught by her and he pulled her while she lost her balance and they both fell on the bed with him on top of her. She had her eyes closed while he smiled admiring them as he kissed her eyelids one by one, making her breath hitch. She opened her eyes a bit as she felt his hot breath falling on her face, she could smell his musky cologne and sighed heavily. He bent down and brushed his lips on hers. She couldn't handle the torture any more so she pulled him by his collar and smacked her lips on his, not caring about the fight they had, making him smile wide. They kissed each other like no tomorrow, as their sounds of moans filled the room.

"Not angry anymore?" Asad teased as they broke apart.

Zoya came into her senses and was shocked at herself. She was supposed to be mad at him and here she was, forgetting about the fight they had and making out with him!

She pushed him away and got up. "Go to hell!"

"Only if you come along with me" He said, irritating her.

"Uggh! I was a fool to marry you!"Zoya huffed angrily.

He smiled, "I understand. But I was in love. And love is blind, right?"" Zoya's eyes were a big as saucers and mouth hanging till knees as she glared at him. Anger boiled in her and she started to throw pillows and cushions on him as he dodged them, laughing.

"I hate you Asad Ahmed khan!" She screamed. "I love you too" He replied, winking.

Folding her arms, she turned away from him as angry tears formed in her eyes. She felt him leaving the room and the tears flew down her cheeks.

Suddenly, she felt something cold and hard slipping around her neck, she turned around to see Asad tying something at the back of her neck. Her eyes fell on the mirror beside her and she was utterly surprised to see a simple yet beautiful diamond-studded pendant hanging around her neck. The tears of anger immediately transformed into tears of happiness as she looked up to see Asad smiling.

"Happy Birthday Mrs. Khan"

She jumped up and hugged him as tight as possible, making him lose his balance as he caught hold of the dresser beside them. He smiled widely and hugged her back with equal passion, dropping a feather light kiss on her hair. "Control Mrs. Khan" He teased her and chuckled.

"I love you Asad" Came the muffled reply.

He broke the hug, "Back to Asad, are we?" He teased her more earning a light slap from her. Laughing, he cupped her face and wiped away the tears and placed a kiss on both her cheeks.

"I love you more Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan and nothing in the world can change that." He said, placing his lips on hers as they got lost in the passion once again.

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Posted: 10 years ago

#109

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AsYa TS: Scandalous} Now Complete make out on plane

He looked at his watch and sighed. Still four hours to go before the plane landed in New York. He was surely going to burry himself in his king sized bed back home for atleast a week, trying to shake off his jet lag. He plugged his earphones in his ears and drowned himself in the hard rock music, closing his eyes while he threw his head back on the seat, shutting himself away from the rest of the happenings - that ammounted to none - on the plane.

-oOo-

'Excuse me sir', she said, putting on her fake smile for the hundreth time that day.

The worst thing about being an air-hostess, she sighed.

She rolled her eyes when the man did nothing to show he had heard her. She once again put on her fake smile and repeated.

'Excuse me sir'.

Once again, no response. Zoya wanted to kick him where it hurt the most. Fine she was an air-hostess who was paid a good deal but she didn't have the whole day. If one calls her, then one should keep their eyes open for when she arrived. She placed her hand on the man's shoulder, her mind wanting to shake him till every nerve in his body begged her to stop. But she knew she couldn't no matter how much she wanted, so she simply shook him, gently.

-oOo-

It was not that he had not heard a lady's voice calling him amidst the loud rock music he had been listening. He just ignored thinking she would go away. But when were these air-hostess ever that considering?

When the lady shook him, he just had to open his eyes and look at her, even if it was purely to prove he did not have congenital analgesia. But one look at the woman who had been bending in order to bring her face on his level, and he did not regret doing so.

He had seen many beautiful air-hostesses before, but this was one betwitching. She had the most beautiful honey-brown eyes, her imperfect but feminine button nose, and her full, sensous lips smudged with the most sexy red lipstick he had ever seen. And he being the son of one of the biggest Indrustialist in India, who had ladies pouring themselves at him, had surely seen many.

'Yes, beautiful?', he asked playfully.

Zoya literally had to glue her eyes mentally in her sockets to avoid rolling them. Probably one of those rich brats back in India, she thought. But he was devishly handsome, she could not deny. Neither could she the fact that she had noticed his dark brown eyes, his sexy jawline and his torturous-to-the-senses cologne.

'You pressed the call button?', she asked, her fake smile plastered on her face.

'Did I?', Asad asked casually, with a lop-sided smirk, resting his arm around the seat next to him, causing the old lady next to him, to shake her head.

'Well yes sir', Zoya replied, losing every ounce of patience she had in her. 'Do you need something, sir?'

'Well I didn't earlier, but on second thought, I would like to take you out someday', Asad said not being the man who would bottle up what they and when they felt, for long.

Zoya was appalled. What a spoilt creature, she thought. But when she took her job as an air-hostess who had to roam around the plane during the entire flight wearing a neckline this low and a skirt that barely reached her knee, she had an idea. Damn you, the outfit designer, she thought.

She straightened herself, disgusted by the fact that the man was openly viewing her cleavage for longer than necessary.

'Sir, if you really need anything I can indeed help you with, I will be glad to help', she said flashing yet another fake smile at him before she made her way back to the aircraft crew rest area, cursing the very handsome man under her breath.

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#110

-oOo-

'He was a prick', Zoya said waving her hand, dismissing what her friend was saying.

'Oh come on, Zoe', Andriana said. 'We have been working on these planes since freakin' three years! We have not seen a man nearly as handsome as him before!'.

'Shutup, Andy', Zoya said chuckling her friend's ways. 'Time for lunch, yay. We get to serve some stupid people, yay', Zoya said rolling her eyes, faking excitement, this time Andriana's turn to chuckle.

Andriana exited with her trolly full of food towards the passengers area, taking a deep breath in before plastering her fake smile.

Zoya too busied herself, preparing her trolly when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder making her turn around, her eyes widening as if they were in a competition with saucers.

'You? What are you doing here?', Zoya exlclaimed at the same man she had had an encounter with earlier.

Asad chuckled seeing her reaction.

'Where's your smile, pretty thing?', he asked flirtatiously.

Zoya quickly smiled an extremely fake smile, making Asad chuckle once again.

'You know I know you hate me, quit the smile', Asad said faking sadness.

Zoya removed the smile from her face and sighed.

'Look, you are not supposed to be here, Mr., please go back on your seat', Zoya said pointing towards the passenger area.

She had to make him go. His presence did weird things to her. He smelled so good, he looked so good, she could just pounce on him. But she knew she couldn't and that it would totally be wrong, so she needed to stay away from him.

Asad walked in closer towards her, in slow and measured steps, trapping her between himself and the trolly.

'Look sir, this is not right', Zoya said, her breathing turning shallow.

'Asad. Call me Asad', Asad whispered close to her ear, leaving barely any space between their bodies.

'Zoya', she whispered back.

Zoya's hands instinctively reached his chest, her mind screaming to push him away somewhere in the back of her head, while she slowly felt herself drowning in his cologne and his manly rock hard chest beneath her hands, not to mention his breath that now fanned her face.

'This is so scandalous', Zoya whispered, before she wrapped her arms around Asad's neck, bringing his face closer.

'Not to forget a great story to tell our kids maybe', Asad whispered grinning before claiming her lips in a fierce, tounge-battling, passionate and wild kiss.

Zoya dug her fingers into his hair, Asad using his one hand to do the same with hers, while the other busied itself in making patterns on the small of Zoya's back.

-oOo-

Andriana stared at her friend and the 'sexy man' with her jaw ready to touch the airplane floor. They were making out, on a plane. She placed her hands on her eyes, blocking the infamous image, knowing it would return to her in flashbacks whenever she thought of Zoya.

'Ahem', she cleared her throat nosily.

Asad and Zoya were too busy kissing each other senseless that a mere sound of clearing ones throat would not be enough and so it showed.

'AHEM!', Andriana shouted, this time not bothering to actually clear her throat.

Zoya and Asad were forced to detangle from each other, looking everywhere but at the foot stomping Andriana, trying to fix themselves up. They were in a humiliating sight. Asad's shirt almost out of his pants, Zoya's lipstick all over her face and Asad's and both of their heads matching the exterior of a bird's nest.

'Don't bother, Zoya', Andriana said pushing her hand forward seeing her friend opening her mouth to explain herself.

'I should go back', Asad tried running away only to be stopped by the look of shame on Zoya's face.

He didn't know why but he couldn't let the blame of this scandalous act of theirs be put only on her shoulders. He had a fortune back home, he couldn't risk her only job like this.