Lunch was as usual eventful with kids running around while the fathers ran behind them trying to feed them. His mother pampered and stuffed him with food while he tried his best to eat everything she lovingly fed him. Zoya sat two seats away giggling away while watching him being fed continuously. She knew he hated being stuffed with so much food yet he could never say no to his Ammi.
Finally satisfying each of their tummies with food, everyone sat lazily on the couches conversing with each other and enquiring Asad about his trip and the deal he had finalized. Zainab, Najma's daughter, insisted to open up the gifts Asad had got for everyone. Asad distributed each of the gift packets to their rightful owners came to sit beside Dilshaad and plopped his head on her lap having missed such moments while he was away. In return Dilshaad combed her fingers through his hair soothing him.
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"Let me get coffee for everyone," Zoya announced seeing it was past six already. Asad jerked his eyes open at her sudden statement. His evil mind began concocting plans to get some lone time with his wife. But much to his chagrin, Nikhat insisted Zoya to stay back. Disappointed he eyed Ayaan, his partner in crime, to get them alone. Ayaan assured with a nod that he would take care and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.
"So bhaijaan yeh sab okay magar you never said how was your stay there?" Ayaan asked with a hint of mischief.
"It was good Ayaan," Asad replied casually unaware of his underlying meaning.
"Aur night life kaisi thi?" he asked causing everyone's ears to perk up.
"Mast," he said without second thought. "And the club you suggested," he began, sitting up only to pause seeing everyone stare at him. Men eyed him with amusement while the women stared at him open mouthed. Realizing the topic was too risqu, he cleared his throat, "I mean kya? What night life Ayaan?" he gulped acting innocent.
Rashid and Aamir chuckled at Asad's attempt to change the topic while Ayaan sniggered at his failed attempt. Asad saw Nikhat, Humeira, and Najma eye him suspiciously while Zoya fumed silently. Mentally chiding himself for falling for Ayaan's trap, he pleaded innocence with his eyes to Zoya only to see her twist her lips and hurry away.
"Ayaan tum mere villain ho!" he remarked quickly getting off the couch to follow Zoya. He took two steps at a time up the stairs and reached their room only for him to see Zoya was about to bang the door shut on him. "Zoya listen to me babe," he said catching hold of the door and forcing his way through. Unable to oppose his strength, she gave up and stood with her back facing him. Closing the door behind him, he went around to face her only to see her turn away from him again. He slowly placed his hand on her shoulder as though he was testing waters. She forcefully pushed it away. Undaunted he placed his other hand on the other shoulder only for it to be treated similarly. Irritated she wasn't even ready to listen to his explanation, he forcefully caught hold of her shoulders and jerked her around. She struggled under his tight grip and wiggled to get away from him only for him to tighten his hold. Peeved at his dominance, she jerked her head away, her face contorting in annoyance. "Meri taraf dekho Zoya," he ordered his jaws tightening at her rebuff. He locked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer encaging her.
"Bas, sirf ghoorna aata hai aapko," she frowned. "But that's not going to make a difference on me. Aap yahaan time waste kyun kar rahe ho. Jayiye phir vapas London, shayad vahaan koi chikni gori aapka intezaar kar rahi hogi," she retorted angrily.
"Magar main gaya toh tu kya karegi?" he asked with a smug.
"Main Ammi aur Abbu ke paas ja rahi hoon," she spat back irate at his nonchalance.
"Now? Magar uske liye abhi time hai," he replied with a delicious smirk.
"Kya?" she asked momentarily pausing her resistance.
"Haan abhi tum pregnant bhi nahi ho. When you carry my baby you can go to your Ammi and Abbu temporarily," he added with a chuckle.
"Asad," she cried incredulously, "aapko har waqt mazaak hi sujta hai!"
"Zoya," he smiled his heart swelling with love. "When I boarded the flight and realized in a few hours I would be in your arms, you have no idea what went through me. Nothing made me so happy but the thought of returning to you," he said putting his fingers under her chin. "Don't you trust me Zoya?" he asked tenderly, lifting her chin to make her see him.
"Haan, but not those good for nothing chits ready to fall on my handsome husband," she said her nose flaring in anger.
"And you think I have the guts to see them when I know my hot and sexy wife is waiting for me at home?" he retorted with a smile.
"Baatein banana koi aapse seekhe Asad," she sighed shaking her head.
"Aur mera mood banana koi tumse seekhe," he said nuzzling her cheek.
"Asad!" She smacked his chest, "koi aur kyun seekhe?"
"Ouch babe, it was just a phrase," he said trying to salvage his mistake before bending to place full mouth kisses down her jaw.
His series of kisses were creating havoc inside her. As if on cue, her hands sought his shoulder before running below to encircle his waist. She spread her palms of her hands over his perfectly chiseled abdomen incurring a groan of despairing surrender from him. He grasped her waist with caressing urgency and hoisted her upward causing her to wind her legs around his waist. With their hips locked together, his fingers glided under her kurti stroking and caressing every juncture on the way before deftly snapping the hooks open.
"Oh Asad," she groaned softly before cupping his cheeks as her lips sought his. It was a deep probing kiss causing a disgruntled moan to escape his throat. His hold tightened while one hand smoothed down to span her hips as if he wanted to imprint the memory of her tender curves upon his body.
He slowly let her slide down while continuing to kiss her senseless. Her fingers stripped him off his shirt and slipped her hands inside to feel his broad hardness of his muscles. Momentarily leaving her lips, he wiggled himself off the shirt. Blindly chucking it away he once again grabbed her and pressed her close to him. With a quick kiss on her lips, he trailed down to trace a warm and wet path of kisses. Whispering her name in between kisses he reached the hollow of her neck.
She strained against him sliding her hands over his padded expanse of his waist and up through his hard and broadened chest before clasping it around the strong column of his neck. And when he placed a sensual kiss in the hollow of her neck, a soft murmur of moan escaped her throat.
"Ae squad!" the tiny voice screamed banging the door once again. "Open the door ae squad!"
"Not again," he sighed with his eyes closed and touching her forehead with his.
"It wasn't a good idea to be doing this in broad daylight Asad," she reminded re-snapping her hooks back in place. She found his shirt strewn across the room and went to fetch it while he stood with his shoulder slumped down. She hurriedly shoved it on his chest and straightened her hair and dress to evade any curious questions. She ran to open the door before the little one brought the whole house down.
The sudden opening of the door had startled the kid but nonetheless she looked up to see her mumani. "Kya hua Zainab baby ko?" Zoya questioned kneeling down to the baby girl's eye level.
Zainab's lips quivered while her eyes threatened to drop precious pearls. And before Zoya could help it, Zainab burst forth crying hugging Zoya tightly around her neck. Asad rushed to kneel beside Zoya buttoning up the reminder of his shirt.
"Zainab, baby, dekho rona mat," Asad tried to calm the wailing child smoothing her hairs. "Tumhara A-squared sab kuch teekh kar dega. Batao kya hua baby," he said rubbing her back.
Assured her A-squared will always set things right, Zainab unlatched herself from Zoya. Sniffing back fresh tears and slightly hiccupping due to continuous crying, she turned to look at Asad with her large and beautiful eyes. "Ae squad," she began, her voice still slightly trembling. Asad picked her up and kissed her forehead worried what might have happened. She placed her head on the crook of his neck and cuddled further. "Onaq oke Zee's toy," she said fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Rounaq broke Zainab baby's toy?" Asad asked confirming her complaint before continuing, "toh koi baat nahi tumhara Asad Angel will get you a bigger and better one."
"Nahi ae squad," Zainab jerked her head up and shook her head vigorously causing her curls to dance around. "Then you have to pilse go London," she said with a serious look.
"London? Voh kyun?" Asad asked confused at Zainab's reply.
"Toy angel lives in London na," Zainab said looking bewildered Asad didn't even know this piece of information.
Asad and Zoya chuckled at her innocent declaration. Asad slightly pinched her nose, "don't worry baby toy angel will come here too if I call her," he said playing along.
"Abhi call kaloge?" she asked eagerly, her eyes twinkling in joy.
"Nahi. Aaj raat when you sleep I'll call the angel and tell her to bring the same toy. Aur two days later you can have it," he smiled kissing her chubby cheek.
"Two days kyun?" she asked scrunching her eyebrows.
"Toy angel has to go back and find the best one for my little baby na?" Asad countered seriously making Zainab grin.
"Yay!" she rejoiced pumping her fists up. "You are the best ae squad!" she said kissing his cheek.
"Now let's go and have dinner. Tabhi you can become strong," he paused waiting for her to finish.
"Like my ae squad!" she completed her cheeks accentuating a perfect dimple.
Asad and Zoya walked with Zainab in Asad's hands down the stairs towards kitchen. The servants had set up everything while all the members of the family once again assembled for the final meal of the day. Asad took a seat and made Zainab comfortably sit on his lap. Zoya got up to server everyone when Dilshaad came and forcefully made her sit down beside Asad saying she would serve everyone today.
The dinner was going well with few talks in between. Having fed Zainab, he allowed her to go play for a while before her bedtime. He was taking a bite of paratha when he heard Najma.
"Zoya today you promised to have a sleepover with me. It's been so long since we had girl time together," she said looking serious.
"What!" Asad cried splattering pieces of paratha on his plate.
"Manners bhaijaan," Najma taunted shaking her head her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Sorry," he mumbled before drinking water to clear his mouth of food particles. Placing the glass back he look at his sister incredulously. "What were you saying?" he repeated with his eyes widened in shock.
"Girly time sleepover," Najma replied coolly, taking a spoon of dal and rice.
"She's not coming," he declared firmly.
"Let her speak for herself," Najma countered scrunching her brows.
Asad turned to look at Zoya, his eyes pleading to agree with him while Najma turned to eye Zoya with a smirk plastered on her face. Zoya on the other hand looked at Asad and then at Najma unable to decide anything. Either of the option would definitely hurt the other. Ugh! Why did Najma have to complicate things?
"Erm' voh," Zoya began trying to find the right words to please both Asad and Najma.
"See, she said it, she is not coming," Asad interjected trying to sound convinced.
"Bhaijaan she didn't even speak," Najma said cocking her eyebrow.
"Well you seem to have hearing problems," he spat, irritation coursing through his veins. "She is sitting beside me so I heard her."
"Kya ho raha hai?" Nikhat intervened not wanting the next world war.
"Dekho na Nikhat bhaaji, Asad isn't allowing me to have a sleepover with Zoya," she whined.
Asad looked alarmed at the drama unfolding in front of him. Once Nikhat would get involved, it wouldn't be far before his whole family will gang up against him and spoil his night with his wife. Before things went out of hand he wanted to whisk her away to a place far away from these people. "Okay that's it!" he snarled wiping his mouth with the cloth and standing up with a jerk. "Zoya utho!" he ordered scaring her slightly. She too got up from her seat, still unsure where things were heading.
"Bhaijaan, yeh kya pagalpan hai? She is still eating," Najma tried to reason.
"Hum baad mein khaa lenge," he said picking her up in one swift motion and gathering her close to him. She instinctively coiled her hands around his neck while looking around embarrassed at his sudden action.
"Kya hua Asad?" Dilshaad asked startled and worried at the sudden turn of events.
"Kuch nahi Ammi," he said turning around to face Dilshaad with a smile still holding Zoya in bridal style. "Aap pooch rahi thi na aapko junior Asad chahiye, usikeliye practice karne ja rahein hum," he winked while grinning widely. "If we stay here any longer, is janam aap nahi dekh sakogi," turning around swiftly taking strides towards exit.
"Wohoo!" Men cheered while women giggled at his bold move.
"Way to go bro!" Ayaan hollered clapping. "And we won the bet!"
Asad's ears perked up with the word bet. What was going on in his house behind his back? He turned around and slowly lowered her on her feet. "Kya? What bet?" he asked eyeing everyone curiously.
"That it wont take more than two interruptions before you whisk your wife away!" Ayaan laughed shrugging his shoulders.
"Two interruptions? Kya?" Asad mumbled loudly scratching his head.
"Zyaada soch mat beta," Rashid assured with a teasing smile. "Your wife will do the honors of telling you later."
Asad turned to watch a crimson Zoya trying to hide her embarrassment by staring at the floor.
"Here you go," Aamir said throwing car key bunch towards Asad who caught it deftly. "Destination teri biwi se pooch lo," he added with a wink.
"Aur haan, kal fursat mili toh humara paisa dena bhaijaan from Zoya's side for she was the one who lost the bet," Nikhat said biting her lower lips trying to stifle her laughter.
"Zoya, tum mere peet peeche gambling kar rahi thi?" he asked his tone sounding quite serious. "Aur voh bhi meri love life ke saath?"
Miserable that she had upset him she stared at him like a scared deer stuck in front of a speeding car. "Nahi Asad I'" she began nervously.
"Don't worry maine punishment bhi soch liya," he whispered dangerously.
"I'll make sure you wont even be able to move a muscle by tomorrow morning!" he declared instantly grabbing her hips and slumping her over his shoulder and hurrying away before he once again got interrupted!
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