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Lovely part!

i liked the story and am very happy that u r continuing this one...the updt is really good..

This is beautiful! You write damn well!👏 I'll comment in detail later. Right now, too depressed with such news floating around AGAIN!😒 But, LOVE YOUR WRITING!

wow quite good

Asad does not behave like a monster...what could have been wrong...update soon

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UPDATE - 3 : Just you and the night

"Zoya, I think you should probably leave." Asad opened the car door with an unnecessary thud and pointed towards the gate. His features had stiffened, like he was wearing a mask.

The humiliation hurt her like a million broken shards of glass. She nodded her head once and got off the car without another word.

"See you soon. Take care." Asad recited lifelessly. Then the glass window of the car rolled up and the engine roared to life.

Zoya ran across the pebbled path, stumbling several times but miraculously avoiding tripping on the ground. The tears were coming thick and fast now, blurring her vision, washing over her like a tidal wave.

The moment she stepped inside the cozy comfort of her room, she dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands.

She held an old photograph of her late mother close to her heart and sobbed breathlessly in the empty house, knowing that nobody could see her crying. The silence and loneliness felt like a blessing now.

A sudden knock on the door made her jump to her feet. She didn't notice it had already started raining outside. She grabbed a tissue and furiously dabbed it on her damp cheeks.

"Come in, please." she was struggling to keep her tear choked voice steady.

"Zoya. It's me." A familiar voice rang in her ears. Her hands tightly clutched the corner of the cold granite kitchen counter top as she instantly recognized the owner of the voice.

"It's just...you forgot your bag in the car." Asad held out the bag for her, but she couldn't make herself to turn around and face him.

"Zoya? You don't want to take your bag?" Asad hesitated at the doorstep. She had not invited him in yet.

"Put it on the floor and leave, Please." Zoya struggled to keep her voice straight.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Asad involuntarily took a few steps towards her. The genuine concern in his voice made her wish to melt in his arms then and there.

But she couldn't do it. She was too proud to show him her wounds, even if it would cost her their friendship, which hadn't even bloomed properly in the first place.

"Asad, please go away. LEAVE RIGHT NOW!" she screamed, but her convictions seemed to be already fading away as he took a couple more steps forward and stood right behind her.

"Zoya." He gripped her shoulder and whirled her round to face him. He was soaked in rain from head to tow. His windswept hair in a mess, probably from running the path across the garden. Water dripped down from a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

Zoya stubbornly shook her head, refusing to meet his eyes. However, the dried tear marks on her cheek and her red-rimmed eyes revealed the secret she was trying to hide so desperately.

"Zoya, it's okay. You can talk about if if you want to." Asad gently removed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

Then the emptiness of the house struck him. "Where is everyone? Are you alone here?" He frowned.

"Abbu apne business ke silsilay se Delhi gaye hai. He will be here by tomorrow morning. Our maid, Sarala didi ki tabiyat achanak kharab ho jane ki wajah se maine unhe chutti de di." Zoya replied sheepishly.

"Par ab toh mujhe iss tanhayi ki aadat padh chuki hai." she let out a deep sigh.

Asad noticed that she was holding something tightly to her chest. "Do you mind showing me what it is?" he pointed to the photo frame she was holding.

Zoya slowly turned the picture to him, revealing an old photograph of a beautiful, elegant looking young woman, bearing a striking resemblance to herself.

"Meri ammi. She was in college when this picture was taken." Zoya smiled fondly.

"You look just like her." Asad pointed.

"You think so?" Zoya's smile turned sad "Maybe that's why I remind Abbu of her so much, and Abbu wants to desperately forget about her now, about that fateful night when our house burnt down like a deck of cards, taking my Ammi with it, but little did I realize that the incident would take even my Abbu away from me...he seemed like a different person now, so distant, so faraway that I am afraid I cannot reach him anymore ." a single drop of tear rolled down her cheek, which she brushed off quickly.

"...aur tumhari nayi ammi? Isn't she...your mother too?" Asad walked over to the center table and put the photograph down with utmost care.

"Asad, can we not speak about her, please?" Zoya was standing by the window side, leaning her head against the glass panes.

Asad opened his mouth to say something, but two consecutive sneezes interrupted his words.

"Oh..I am sorry." he sniffed, brushing off water droplets from his hair.

"Allah Miyaan! Where's my mind? How could I not notice...you are dripping! I will get you a fresh set of cloths right now. You need to change your cloths A-S-A-P or else you're coming down with a nasty cold, God forbid!" Zoya was back in taking charge of the situation, something which Asad had always secretly admired about her.

"The washroom is the last one at the end of the corridor. Go ahead. There are fresh towels, soap, shower gel, body wash...whatever you want. In case you need something, bass mujhe awaaz de dena, thik hai?" Zoya ran upstairs to fetch some cloths, shouting instructions to him all the way.

The washroom in Siddiqui mansion could put any five star European hotel to shame.

Asad took a moment to admire the grandiose surrounding him. The spotless white tiles, the Belgian glass mirror, the sparkling silvery faucets and sinks...everything looked straight out of some movie set in the muted golden light.

He turned on the faucet and felt the water. It was pleasantly warm. "Nice." He hummed.

Asad mentally made a note to take up his house renovation work he had been postponing so far. After nearly seven years of crazy struggle, he had finally managed to create a name for himself in the construction business. Things were looking good and the future seemed to hold many more surprises for him.'

He could afford a few things now which seemed like a distant dream a few years back.

He picked up a fresh white towel from the rack and started drying his hair.

He took off his shirt next, inspecting the marks left by the paintball fight on the fabric.

To him, it looked like a rough day's job at the laundry.

Sighing, he dropped it in a bucket and ran water over the colour stains. Maybe he could wash it for now and let it dry.

He rubbed the towel gently over his torso. The larger-than-life mirror reflected back his flawless physique with impeccable vividness. Asad stared back to his reflections for a few moments. All his life, he had been sort of a fitness freak, and it definitely had paid off.

A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Not bad, Asad Ahmed Khan. Those abs would've made Arnie Schwarzenegger proud." He winked at his reflection.

He turned his attention back to his trousers. The denim felt heavier soaked in water and they were dripping badly. Gosh, he was soaked to his boxer briefs, but the idea of taking his pants off, standing in front of a giant mirror in someone else's bathroom struck him as downright awkward.

"This is crazy! What am I doing here?" Exasperated, he ran his fingers through his slick, wet hair.

Before he made up his mind, a muffled scream from the kitchen jolted him out of his thought.

Precisely at that moment, all the lights in the house went out and everything drowned in pitch black darkness.

"Zoya! Are you alright?...Ouch!."

"Damn the darkness!" Asad swore loudly as he stumbled over something in the drawing room, narrowing avoiding a fall.

He was nursing his toe when he heard Zoya's voice across the hall "It's the washing machine."

"Huh?" Asad grimaced. His left tow hurt like hell.

"Those paintball stains looked like they will take ages to come off. So I thought I'd wash them as soon as possible. But the moment I plugged in the socket, the bloddy thing sparked and BOOM!...THERE GOES THE ELECTRICITY." Zoya sounded exasperated.

"Wow! That's convenient !" Asad muttered through gritted teeth "thanks to your engineering skills, we have to spend the night in darkness. THAT'S NOT WEIRD AT ALL!" He exclaimed.

"Wait a minute, who said anything about us spending the night?" Zoya sounded genuinely taken aback.

Asad felt his cheeks heating up as he spoke, "Well, I was not going to leave you alone here in such a...night, but if you have any problem,...of course, I understand!" he was relieved that she couldn't see him blushing furiously in the darkness.

"No, I mean, it's fine. The weather is...horrible. In fact, I will be happy to have someone around, for a change. But somehow, I never thought you'd be interested in staying over. That's why I almost dropped the plan." Zoya eased up a little.

At the same time, her stomach tightened in a pleasant way, just to think that she didn't have to spend another night talking to herself and crying herself to sleep.

*She can surely handle this. Or, can she?*

"I need to make a call to ammi. I will let her know I am staying over...at a friend's." Asad swallowed. The idea of spending the night with Zoya had struck him too.

He had never been alone with girl for long, let alone spending the night.

*But surely, I am mature enough to handle this.* He told himself.

"Allah Miyaan, why does the carpet feel so damp?" Zoya's irate voice broke the silence. She had apparently moved towards the corridor.

"Oh! Yeah..that's...umm, my jeans! They are dripping." Asad admitted sheepishly.

"Holy crap! When are you going to take them off? You've been in the washroom, for like twenty minutes. I thought you're done." Zoya sounded incredulous.

"I...umm...was planning to take them off, but, then I thought...I can't." Asad cleared his throat, feeling more awkward than ever.

"Allah! You're blushing, aren't you? For the sake of the dear lord, TAKE THOSE BLOODY TROUSERS OFF." Zoya almost yelled "You're reminding me of the ghost from the ring' who climbed up from the well.

Do me a favour and change them. I can't bear to see someone dying from pneumonia in my home, even if he's my greatest enemy." She'd put on her most authoritative tone, from which, Asad knew, there was no escape.

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"Miss Farooqui, I don't think I can fit into your abbu's cloth." Asad's muted voice came from inside the washroom.

Zoya sighed "That's hardly surprising, considering my abbu is 55 and had never set foot inside a gym in his life."

"Wait a minute. I may have something to help you there." Zoya headed for her father's room and came back with a dark bundle in her hands.

"Try this." She shoved it in his hands, trying not to stare too hard at his shirtless silhouette.

Asad disappeared promptly behind the dark wooden door.

A few minuted later, Zoya could hear him shouting "What the hell is this supposed to be? An oversized dressing gown?"

"It's a kimono." Zoya stifled a smile "It was a gift from my father's Japanese client. It's brand new, since nobody had actually tried it on before."

"I can very well see why. I'd rather be shirtless." Asad protested.

Loving their bond 😳
Cant wait to read their romance
Spending the night together 😉

So lovely update so asya r toghter all alone in one house 😉 interesting continue soon 😃