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Chapter 8 :
After Asad promised Zoya to do his best to get at least a few weeks' leave, he knew that it would be hard since his boss, Mr. Bradford had just begun working on a big new project. But since in a week was going to take place the employee of the year reward, he didn't dare to ask now, he would, but only till after that function.
At home, Zoya still hesitated about her choice of course, though, she felt butterflies in her stomach thinking that she wouldn't be going now and would spend that time with her dear husband.
For the couple, a beautiful routine had shaped up in a week. Asad would go to work at his usual time but would get back home sooner, around 5, to spend some time with his lovely wife. They would sometimes go to the grocery store together or would stay at home and bake or cook something. Usually ending up in an ingredients war and a good hearty laugh. Zoya liked that, she didn't really felt alone anymore, she could see that he was making efforts for her and that comforted her, it meant that Asad too wanted a life together.
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Zoya and Humaira had gone together to select a dress for her, they bought a beautiful pink colored gown which had lacy sleeves and bust.
"You'll look gorgeous in this dress ! Asad miyan ke hosh udh jayenge !" Humaira winked at her while Zoya couldn't stifle her smile at that, the thought of looking pretty for Asad made her tummy flip.
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"Zoya ! Come on ! How much time does it take to get ready ?! Seriously ! I have been waiting for over half an hour ! It's already 6:45 PM and we are supposed to be there at 7 sha..." Asad ranted and paced around the living-room, waiting for Zoya, when she appeared taking his breath away.
Zoya had paired her gown with black stilletoes and had put her hair up in a trendy hairstyle, along with simple but beautiful pearls as earings. Now she didn't just look gorgeous but breathtakingly beautiful.
Asad stood there, mesmerized by her beauty and then in a daze, he stepped forward and took one of her hands in his before lifting it over her head and twirling her around the living-room, making her giggle as much as dizzy, and him smile.
When he stopped she fell against his chest and Asad caressed her cheeksbone, murmuring, "You look beautiful, Zoya..."
"You don't look all that bad yourself, Mr. Khan..." She winked at him and he acted as though molested by pulling his blaser tighter around himself and they both made their way to the party, laughing.
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Asad and Zoya made their way into the hall and went to greet Mr. Bradford first. He was an old man in his late fifties but since he had no family and no sons, he was still handling the company himself.
"Good evening, sir ! This is my wife, Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan and Zoya, this is my boss, Mr. Bradford..." Asad introduced her proudly and she smiled happily.
Mr. Bradford smiled at the couple and took Zoya's hand in his, kissing the back of it, which made the couple uncomfortable, where Zoya wasn't used to such familiarity with men kissing her hands, Asad didn't like the fact that somebody else touched his wife, because she was HIS, so nobody had that right but him.
Asad cursed himself, she looked beautiful, it was obvious that she was going to attract attention upon herself. He sighed, there was no way he was leaving her side throughout this party.
"Hello, beautiful ! I have to say this, Asad has a really good taste. Asad, you are lucky that i didn't see her first or else she would have been my wife !" Yes, along with being old, Mr. Bradford was a big flirt too, who already had 3 wives and 3 divorces with each of them.
Zoya felt uncomfortable with Mr. Bradford, so she stepped closer to Asad, who was boiling inwardly, making him put his hand around her waist possessively. The boss smiled at their actions and reassured them.
"Haha ! Quite possessive there ! Don't worry, i was just kidding, i'm sorry Mrs. Khan but even though you are beautiful, you must understand that you are too young for me, so stop pursuing me !" Mr. Bradford exclaimed, lightening up the mood and making everybody laugh. "Nevertheless, eat, dance, enjoy the party, lovebirds !" He winked at them and they both smiled at him.
As they walked around the room, this time with Asad's arm around her waist, Zoya excused herself to go to the washroom. Just as he saw, Ayaan coming towards him.
They did their handshake-hug and Asad asked where was Salman.
"He must be here somewhere, joru ka ghulam !" Ayaan laughed alone at that.
Nowadays, Asad couldn't tolerate Ayaan, he was being too much, too annoying, too irritating...just too much. So Asad tried to avoid him as much as possible but sometimes, avoinding becomes impossible.
Just as Asad was about to reply, Ayaan whistled lowly. Asad hated when he did that, because then Ayaan really looked like the typical cheap guys in India who whistled when seeing a girl.
"Who's that hot chick ?! Kya cheez hai yeh ? I never saw her before... Ha ! I found my lay for the nigh-"
While Ayaan was making his disgusting comments, Asad had turned towards the washroom to see if Zoya was out. She definitely was out and the cheap comments Ayaan was making were on HIS Zoya.
Before Ayaan could complete his sentence, Asad grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in a corner where they wouldn't be making a scene and just as they got out of view, Asad punched him straight in the jaw.
Zoya who had followed, alarmed, when she saw Asad getting agressive with a guy, now saw her husband punching that guy in the face.
Just as Asad was going to hit Ayaan again, Zoya came between them, stopping Asad from hitting him again.
"Zoya, move !"
"No !" She exclaimed but before she knew, she was pulled from between them by an angry Salman who stood next to a fuming Uzma. They had seen when Asad grabbed Ayaan by the collar and had followed.
"Bhaijaan, you stop him ! He'll get hurt !" Zoya pleaded to Salman.
But he shook his head, "No, this was a long time coming and if Asad won't teach him lesson, then i will !"
Asad grabbed a shocked Ayaan by the collar and spoke with a low voice, though the dangerous tone couldn't be mistaken.
"First mistake, you get on my nerves with your useless comments about everything. Second mistake, you speak cheaply of women as if they were some objects that you could use then throw away. Third and most important mistake, you spoke that way of MY wife !" Asad gritted his teeth and punched Ayaan in the gut, making him bend in two. "Learn to respect others ! Nowadays, i wonder how we even became friends !"
Asad walked towards Zoya and pulled her in his arms and held her tight while she did the same.
"You are MINE !"
"Yes, I am YOURS ! Calm down, he's not worth it..."
"He said disgusting thin-"
"I know and you defended me, now it's over..."
Asad sighed and breathed her in, she was his and nobody's. Holding her in his arms, he relaxed. When he pulled back, he kissed her forehead and she smiled a small smile.
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After that incident, Salman introduced his wife, Uzma to Zoya. But surprising both men, the girls hugged.
"We know each other and we are already friends..." Uzma beamed at her husband, making him grin at her.
The music changed to a slow dance and Salman took Uzma to the dance floor.
Being the shy couple, Asad and Zoya didn't dance but they sure enjoyed each other's company while sitting at a table.
After the dessert, champagne flutes had been served and for those that didn't drink, cold drinks were served too. Mr. Bradford chose that moment to announce and give the award of the employee of the year.
After a long speech, Mr. Bradford announced, "So this year, the employee of the year is a hard-worker, even on his holidays, he was always there to join the office or help from a distance, he is like a son to me... Please give a big round of applause to Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan and his new beautiful bride Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan !"
After working for years for Mr. Bradford and never getting any reward, this time, sure, shocked him. His hard-work was being being rewarded, he was starting a new life with his wife, what could he ask for more ?
Zoya squeezed his hand and he kissed hers before taking her with him and getting the award. Mr. Bradford hugged him and tapped twice on his back.
"Congratulations ! A well-deserved award for a hard-working man ! Everybody knows my story of being a self-made man, but today, for the first time, i can see myself in another person, i can see myself in this young and hard-working man ! And tonight, i got the honor to meet his beautiful wife, who he got married to 2 months ago but never did he take a day off to spend time with her... So tonight, along with this award, i'm gifting them 3 weeks of honeymoon to the destination of their choice and while that time off, there will be no disturbance from the office, only time spent with his lovely wife ! Cheers, everybody !"
Zoya couldn't stifle her beaming smile whereas Asad was overwhelmed with all this in a good way, while everybody came and congratulated him.
After that, everybody started getting back home and Asad and Zoya did the same.
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Once at home, after changing and getting into bed, both sighed simultaneously. They looked at each other and laughed, Asad pulled her in his arms and massaged her scalp. He knew when she took out all the pins from her hair, scalp must have been aching. Zoya closed her eyes and sighed, his hands were magical.
"Are you happy ?" Asad asked her seriously.
She opened her eyes and tilted her head up to look at him with a frown, "What kind of question is this ?"
"A simple question."
"Why are you asking me this ?"
"Zoya..."
"Fine, i'm answering. Right now, lying in your arms with no care of the world, yes i'm happy. You make me happy." Zoya spoke sincerely.
Asad just stared at her. Zoya was beautiful, she was smart, she had manners, she had values, she had faith, she was for justice, she didn't mind giving him a hard time, she knew how he worked, she knew how to set him straight. She was just perfect...and she was his. He knew that he didn't deserve her, she was too good for him. But he didn't care, she was his and he planned to give her anything and everything, whatever she needed, he would even give her what he never gave to the other girls, he would give her love.
"Are you happy ?" She asked him back and he detected a hint of insecurity.
For the first time since he met her, did he saw insecurity in her eyes.
"You are my happiness, you're the one who make me smile, you brought light in my darkness and company in my loneliness. Yes, i am happy because you are happy..." He kissed her forehead and he meant each and every word.
Zoya squeezed him tightly.
"So ? Where do you want to go for our honeymoon ?" Asad asked trying to lighten up their moment, and this time Zoya blushed, he couldn't help but tease her because he could count on one hand how many times he saw her blushing. "Are you blushing ?! Wow ! Let's mark this day on the calendar ! Zoya is blushing !" Asad exclaimed sitting up, making a big show of getting out of bed without doing so.
Embarassed, Zoya took his pillow and hit him with it but since he was at the edge of the bed, he fell from the bed on the floor and she giggled when he glared at her while getting back in bed.
"You deserved it !"
"I was only teasing but you're dangerous !"
At that, she burst out laughing and seeing her smile and laugh so carefreely, he smiled too and they both lay back on the bed.
"What do you think of Roma ? In Italy ?" Zoya asked hesitantly.
"Why not ? What other destination do you have in mind ?" Asad asked softly.
"I don't know, i never really thought about what place but i always wanted to go to Italy but i heard that Greece is beautiful too..."
"Since you always wanted to go to Italy, let's go there for honeymoon and we'll go to Greece next time..." When Zoya beamed, he smiled.
Just like that, the honeymoon of Asad and Zoya was planned.
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A/N : ok so guys, i'm really inspired for this FF, so i think this will be longer than My Mental Love ! 😳
Anyways, i hope u guys enjoyed it, please leave some feedback because i'm an addict to ur comments ! ❤️
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