AsYa FF ~The Worst Kind of Betrayal ~ Ch 18(Last) Updated on Pg 75 - Page 55

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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: Sanjhari

Hi pia

I m very sorry but little busy with life
So will read n comment last 3 chapters together...😊
@ anopama...leaving first Spot f I r you to secure...😆



Aww I missed u
We were always playing tag for 1 st.😊
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: Sanjhari

Hi pia

I m very sorry but little busy with life
So will read n comment last 3 chapters together...😊
@ anopama...leaving first Spot f I r you to secure...😆



No Problem 😊
Take care
Will wait to hear from you
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: fatima30

Brilliant update
Asad is an idiot...he needed proof...he didnt trust her
Zoya begged him...
Even though I want Zoya to make him suffer...I want their reunion too
And Zoya will forgive him for sure...she loves him so!

Thank you for the PM



Thanks Fatima.
I know Asad is an idiot but I still love him so much 😳
Updating soon
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: kobeb

Update soon pls! :)



Updating in 5 min.
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: anopama

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Sorry for the lateness down with the weather
Wow quiet an update
Haha last time it was about relations
What is it this time
He has gone the negotiate the most important merger of his life
Oh yes definitely has he didn't waste any time cane wait for the next chap which I believe is the last one
So it has been a month since Zoya left
And don't care what Asad does he still can get the treacherous conniving liar of a woman out of his thoughts and heart
He was even planning a 3 wk rendezvous with tanu in Switzerland to get her out of his system
Guess tanu will be stranded in Malaysia now😆
So so love tony he had supported Zoya and he knew her truth
And he was not backing down and the warning he give to Asad
He was really disappointed in Asad just degrading and throwing Zoya out like tht
So anuj does his reinvestigation and found out his guy was too overeager to find dirty and pin a blame
But due to his hospital visits it was prolonged
So now the puzzle is solved Zoya had them all in a twist
Samar to their rescue again fly all the way to Malaysia to let Asad know he don't have to put siddiqui out of business Zoya was doing it
Well I guess now it it is the time for a lot of grovelling and begging for the great Asad Amhed Khan
Wonder if he will get to live tht Christmas he dreamed with Zoya
So now hopefully all the hurt will soothe this Christmas may not be a painful one for Asad
Continue soon



Hey Anopama...
Such a lovely comment as usual.
Yeah Tanu will be waiting in Malaysia waiting for him 😆
You'll know very soon if Asad get to fulfill his dream with Zoya about Christmas day.
Updating now :)
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Posted: 9 years ago
Chapter 18 (Last)

The city of Shimla, was blanketed with a fresh carpet of snow. With Christmas decorations hanging at all the town's intersections, this city had some quaintness about it that reminded Asad rather poignantly of Zoya's initial primness about sex.

Aided by the directions an old man had given him a few minutes before, Asad had no trouble finding the quiet little street where Zoya had grown up. He pulled to a stop in front of a modest white frame house with a swing on the porch and an enormous oak tree in the front yard, and turned off the ignition of the car he'd rented at the airport four long hours ago.

The slow, treacherous drive across snow-covered roads had been the easy part; facing Zoya was going to be the difficult part.

His knock was answered immediately by a wiry young man in his mid-twenties. Asad's heart sank. Never in his worst imaginings during the drive down here had he considered the possibility that Zoya might have another man with her. "My name is Asad Ahmad Khan," he said, and watched the young man's curious smile change to open animosity. "I would like to see Zoya."

"I'm Zoya's brother," the young man retorted, "and she doesn't want to see you."

Her brother! Asad's momentary relief was followed by an absurd impulse to smash the younger man's face for stealing Zoya's allowances when she was a little girl. "I've come to see her," Asad stated implacably, "and if I have to walk over you to get to her, I will."

"I believe he means it, Haider," Zoya's father said, stepping into the hallway, his finger in a closed book he had been reading.

For a long moment, Gafoor Faaroqui studied the tall, indomitable man in the doorway, his penetrating glare observing the lines of strain and tension etched deeply into his visitor's features. A faint, unwilling smile softened the stern line of Mr. Faaroqui's mouth. "Haider," he said quietly, "why don't we give Mr. Khan five minutes with Zoya to see if he can change her mind. She's in the living room," he added, inclining his head over his shoulder in the direction of the Christmas carols playing on the stereo.

"Five minutes, and that's all," Haider grumbled, following right on Asad's heels.

Asad turned to him. "Alone," he said determinedly.

Haider opened his mouth to argue, but his father intervened. "Alone, Haider."

Asad silently closed the door to the cheerful little living room, took two steps forward and stopped, his heart hammering uncontrollably in his chest.

Zoya was standing on a stepladder, hanging tinsel on the upper branches of a Christmas tree. She looked heartbreakingly young in her trim jeans and bright green sweater and poignantly, vulnerably beautiful with her long hair tumbling over her shoulders and back.

He ached to pull her off the ladder and into his arms, to carry her over to the sofa and lose himself in her, to kiss and hold and caress her, to heal her pain with his body and hands and mouth.

Stepping down off the ladder, Zoya knelt to pull more tinsel from the box lying beside the gaily wrapped packages beneath the tree. From the corner of her eye she glimpsed a pair of gleaming brown men's shoes. "Bhaijaan, your timing is terrific," she teased softly. "I've already finished. Does the star look all right on the top, or should I go to the attic and bring down the angel?"

"Leave the star on top," said an achingly gentle, deep voice. "There's already one angel in the room."

Zoya's head jerked around, her gaze riveted on the tall, solemn man standing a few feet away from her. The color drained from her face as her mind registered the determination carved into every masculine feature, from his straight dark brows to the tough jut of his chin and jaw. Every line of his well-remembered body was emanating wealth, power and the same forceful magnetism that she ran from in her dreams at night.

His features had been seared into her brain; she remembered him perfectly. She also remembered the last time she had seen him: she had been pleading"weeping. Humiliation and fury sent her surging upright. "Get out of here!" she blazed, too blinded by her own torment to see the tortured regret, the sorrow that darkened his gray eyes.

Instead of leaving, he came toward her.

Zoya backed away one step and then held her ground, her whole body shaking with exploding violence. He reached for her, and she swung, slapping him full force on his face. "I said get out!" she hissed. When he didn't move Zoya lifted her hand in an incensed threat, "Damn you! Get out!"

Asad's gaze shifted to her raised palm. "Go ahead," he said gently.

Trembling with thwarted rage, Zoya jerked her hand down and wrapped her arms around her stomach, moving sideways to escape him, trying to sidle around the tree, away from him, out of the room.

"Zoya, wait"" He stepped into her path and reached for her.

"Don't touch me!" Zoya almost screamed, recoiling wildly from his hand. She moved sideways to take the remaining three steps that would enable her to circle past him and out of the room.

Asad was willing to let her do anything, anything to him, except to leave him. That he could not let her do. "Zoya, please let me""

"No!" she cried hysterically. "Stay away from me!"

She tried to run, and Asad caught her by the arms. She turned on him like a demented weeping wildcat, struggling wildly, striking out at him. "You bas***d!" she screamed in hysterical, maddened pain, pounding on his chest, his shoulders. "You bas***d! I begged you to listen to me once!"

It took all of Asad's strength to hold her until her fury was finally sent and she collapsed against him, her slim body racked with wrenching sobs. "You made me beg"" she wept brokenly in his arms ""you made me beg."

Her tears tore at his heart, and her words slashed him like knives. He held her, staring blindly ahead, remembering the beautiful, laughing girl who had walked into his life and turned it upside down with her glowing smile.

"What happens to me if this slipper fits?"

"I turn you into a handsome frog."


His eyes stung with remorse and he closed them. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm so sorry."

Zoya heard the raw ache in his voice, and she felt the wall of icy numbness she'd built around herself begin to melt. She fought to blank out the exquisite beauty of being in his arms again, of being pressed against his big, strong body.

In the lonely weeks of sleepless nights and angry desolate days, she'd come to the quiet conclusion that Asad was incurably cynical and hard. His mother's desertion had made him that way, and nothing she herself could do would ever change him. He would always be capable of shutting her out of his life and coldly walking away from her, because he would never really love her.

He had learned at the age of six that a woman was not to be entrusted with his heart. He would offer Zoya his body, his affection"but nothing else. He would never let himself be completely vulnerable again.

His hands were moving up and down her back in a gesture of helpless comfort, spreading warmth wherever they touched her. Summoning the last vestiges of her self-control, Zoya firmly pushed away from him. "I'm fine now. Really." She dragged her gaze to his fathomless gray eyes and said quietly, "I want you to leave now, Asad."

His jaw tightened and his whole body tensed at the calm, deathly finality in her voice, but instead of leaving, he seemed to block her words from his mind, as if she had spoken in a language he didn't understand. With his eyes still holding hers, he reached into his jacket pocket and took out a flat box wrapped in silver paper. "I've brought you a present," he said.

Zoya stared at him. "What?"

"Here," he said, lifting her hand and putting the box in it. "It's a Christmas present. It's for you"go ahead and open it."

Mary's words suddenly rang through Zoya's mind, and her whole body began to tremble. "He intended to bribe his mother into coming back to him... He gave her the present... and insisted she open it right then..."

"Open it now, Zoya," he said. His face was carefully blank, but Zoya saw the desperation in his eyes and the rigid tension in his powerful shoulders, and she knew that he expected her to reject his gift. And him.

She pulled her gaze from his and shakily removed the silver paper from the flat velvet box, which was discreetly embossed with the name of a Malaysian jeweler, followed by the name of a Malaysian hotel. She opened the catch. On a bed of white velvet was a spectacular ruby pendant surrounded by a row of dazzling diamonds. The magnificent pendant was easily the size of a pillbox.

It was a bribe.

For the second time in his life, Asad was trying to bribe a woman he loved to come back to him. Tears of tenderness filled Zoya's eyes, and sweetness pierced her heart.

Her voice was hoarse and tight, as if the words were being wrenched from him. "Please," he whispered. "Please..." He jerked her into his arms, crushing her to his lean, hard length, burying his face in her hair. "Please don't leave me, Zoya..."

Zoya's defenses crumbled completely. "I love you!" she said brokenly, winding her arms tightly around his neck, running her hands over the bunched muscles of his shoulders, smoothing his thick, dark hair.

"I bought you earrings too," he coaxed hoarsely, urgently. "I'll buy you a piano"your college said you were a gifted pianist. Would you like a grand piano or would you rather have""

"Stop!" Zoya cried in anguish as she rose up on her toes and silenced him with her lips. A shudder ran through his body and he wrapped his arms around her, his mouth opening on hers with hungry desperation, his hands moving over her back and the sides of her breasts, then sweeping lower, pulling her hips to his as if he wanted to absorb her body into his.

"I've missed you so much," he whispered, trying to gentle his kiss, his mouth moving on her parted lips with tender, melting hunger as his hand sank slowly into the thick hair at her nape. But his control snapped almost instantly and with a groan, he tightened his hand, his tongue driving into her mouth with fierce, compulsive urgency.

Zoya kissed him back with all the bursting, aching love in her heart, arching closer to him, holding him tightly to her.

An endless time later, she surfaced to reality, her arms still wrapped around him, her cheek pressed against the violent pounding of his heart. "I love you," he whispered, and before Zoya could answer he continued in a husky voice that was part pleading, part teasing, "You have to marry me. I think I've just been voted off the committee on international trade"they think I'm unstable. And Tony took me off his list. Mary says she'll quit if I don't bring you back. Ananya found your earrings, and she gave them to Samar. He said to tell you that you can't have them unless you come back for them..."

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Tiny colored lights twinkled on the Christmas tree in the immense sunken living room. Stretched out on the carpet in front of the fireplace, Asad held his sleeping wife cradled in the crook of his arm, watching the firelight dancing on the tumbled waves of her hair spread over his bare chest. They had been married for three days.

Zoya stirred, moving closer to him for warmth. Careful not to disturb her, he drew the satin quilt up around her shoulders. Reverently he touched her cheek, tracing its elegant curve. Zoya had brought joy to his life and laughter to his home. She thought he was beautiful. When she looked at him, he felt beautiful.

Somewhere in another part of the big house a clock began chiming the hour of midnight. Zoya's lashes slowly flickered open, and he looked into her enchanting blue eyes. "It's Christmas," he whispered.

His wife smiled up at him, and her answer made his throat tighten. "No," she said softly, laying her fingers against his jaw. "Christmas came three days ago."

A/N: A very sincere thanks to all my reader's. It was my pleasure to share this story with you all. Love Ya 🤗
Edited by iluvasya - 9 years ago
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Posted: 9 years ago
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👏
😭
For a job well done for it coming to an end
It will be missed u will be missed every night at 11 pm
Only if u will be coming with something else by tomorrow
Wow wow wow
What an update it was out of this world
What an apology it was a beautiful pure and simple like the confession
If Asad said 10 sentences in tht night he said a lot
It was like the Renee zellwiger line in jerry McGuire "U HAD ME AT HELLO"
1st no leave the star because their is already an angel in the room
2nd go right ahead she had permission to slap him again and do whatever she wants but he was not leaving he was not letting her go
3rd I am sorry I am so sorry
4th I brought you a present
5th please please don't leave me
6th I missed you so much
7th I love you
8th you have to marry me bcuz ppl think I am unstable, I need to get back on tony list,so Mary don't quit and if u want your earrings back from Samar
Zoya was explosive
Get out
Slap
Damn u
Don't touch me
stay away from me
You bas***d
You made me beg
Then his arms his body his heartbeat his words and most of all his gift
Soothe her
Aww so Asad Christmas wish came through in front of the fireplace
but Christmas came 3 days earlier for Zoya
When he made her his wife.
Loved it
Edited by anopama - 9 years ago
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Posted: 9 years ago

😊
I m here too...😊
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Posted: 9 years ago
Very interesting story
Don't stop writing

Plz continu
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Posted: 9 years ago
Oh no it has ended
Please write an epilogue at least
You should write more of this
Can't get enough
Was really addicted to this story

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