Asya_Kabhi ss'Mr and Mrs Khan' UPDATE PG 77 BUDDY ME FOR PM - Page 12

Originally posted by: shailu123

Super update their meeting is somthing new continue soon plz n try to give a long one 😳

Originally posted by: PriyaCherry

Ok,Now,I Understand.😊

Thanks for the Reply.😊

Originally posted by: SanKsgian

its ok sweetie...you are replying too

Originally posted by: --Aishwarya--

Interesting!! 😊

Originally posted by: SanKsgian

AM SO SORRY THAT i HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO POST ANY UPDATE PEOPLE...

ITS ASSIGNMENT WEEK...
I WILL MAKE IT NEXT WEEK/...
PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, MY LOVELY READERS

HUGGIES SANA

Originally posted by: ASYA4eveAAA

okay dude 😉

m waiting !! 😆

Originally posted by: -Prithi-

will be waiting

They stare at each other for a few seconds before Asad lets out a small laugh. "Drinks tonight? On me."

Zoya licks her lips, the gold flecks in Asad's eyes almost captivating her. Any thought of the real reason she was in India far from her mind. At least for the moment. "Free drinks. I'll be there."

"To being in the right place at the right time," Zoya says, raising her glass and tapping it against Asad's. They both take a gulp, and Zoya takes the moment to stand up. "You can drink, but can you dance????? let's see"

Music starts...in a dancing mood

(Joe Strummer And The Mescaleros - Mondo Bongo (Mr. and Mrs. Smith)

The kind that gets under Zoya's skin and makes her want to get up and feel the rhythm. Zoya tosses back the rest of her drink, eyes never leaving Asad's as she throws the glass into the nearby fire. She moves easily to the beat, arms going over her head as she dances. Asad joins her, smiling at her antics, after he finishes his own drink, sliding in behind her and slipping his hands underneath the thin fabric of Zoya's dress.

"Your skin is soft," Asad murmurs into Zoya's ear. "I like it."

Zoya hums in approval, the alcohol making everything blend together. Asad's fingers splay out on her abdomen, and Zoya can feel the calloused pads of his fingers as they move up and down. Zoya moves her hips back, smiling when Asad moans and his hands slip down to grip Zoya's waist, thumbs pressing into her hip bones as they sway together to the beat.

Zoya loses track of the time, even the sound of thunder overhead can't distract her from the way Asad fits so perfectly against her, as if he was a missing puzzle piece to Zoya's body. Rain begins to fall, extinguishing the fires that had been lit around them, but the music plays on.

Asad turns Zoya around, warm palm sliding up the back of Zoya's dress and pressing them closer together. Zoya bends back, collecting raindrops on her tongue before she lets Asad pull her back up. She twines her fingers into the hair at the back of Asad's neck, his hair loose from the rain. Asad's eyes follow Zoya's mouth, but Zoya keeps them a teasing distance apart, moving her hips in small circles, changing the rhythm whenever the song changes.

Eventually, the people surrounding them began to leave. Zoya wonders briefly at what point the music will be shut off, but that thought is quickly erased as Asad brings them to a nearby picnic table and pulls Zoya into his lap. Asad reaches for the bottle of vodka, taking a sip of it himself before turning it to Zoya's mouth,. Zoya stares into Asad's eyes as she drank, watching when Asad's gaze slips from her mouth to her throat that is working as she swallows the alcohol.

Asad lowers the bottle to the table, reaching his hand to curve around Zoya's neck. His gaze is dark and hungry and makes something stir low in Zoya's stomach. Asad's eyelashes flutter as they close, and Zoya leans down to connect their mouths.

She twists the front of Asad's shirt as she explores his mouth; Asad tastes like vodka and cinnamon and Zoya chases the taste, delighted when she's able to pull a moan from the back of Asad's throat.

The rain is increasing at this point, and Zoya can feel the way her clothes are sticking to her body, can only imagine how hard it will be to get out of her wet and sticky dress.

Asad seems to be thinking along the same lines when he pulls back and rests their foreheads together. "How about we take this back to the hotel?"

zoya smiled in response...

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