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Posted: 9 years ago

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acha abhi search karke ayi kya??😆

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Originally posted by: Kanwal4salman
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Originally posted by: Kanwal4salman
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Posted: 9 years ago

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nayu sory fr nt cmntng n last parts...i wont b regular frm nw
wil try to take time n week ends
btw beautiful parts nayu...loving it...new entry wow maza ayega so d reasn behnd asads hatrd towards zoya reveald nw who s dis rehaan...waitng fr more

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Originally posted by: Missadorable
nayu sory fr nt cmntng n last parts...i wont b regular frm nw
wil try to take time n week ends
btw beautiful parts nayu...loving it...new entry wow maza ayega so d reasn behnd asads hatrd towards zoya reveald nw who s dis rehaan...waitng fr more

Its oky shammy🤗
u can come here whenever u get time..
and happy that u liked it...
will update soon...

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 9 years ago

#438

Originally posted by: ajuswa19
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Kya Hua??🤣

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Posted: 9 years ago

#439

Originally posted by: Kanwal4salman

Kya Hua??🤣

KUCH NAAI...😆...TERI YAAD MEIN 🤣

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Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 9 years ago

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Hey all thank u so much for amazing response...i want to say one thing all the twist and mystery will open after three or four updates..so enjoy till then Asya's hate story 😳 ..
Here u go wid next part..

Enjoy Reading 😊

Part 9
Asad gazed at Zoya as they drove in silence. She was sitting with her half-back to him, a little bit
tilted away from him and gazing out of the window. His eyes fell on the speedometer and slowly, he increased the speed. Zoya kept staring out of the window until Asad had increased the speed of the car so much that she couldn't ignore it any further. She frowned and turned around to look at him.
"Why are you driving so fast?" She asked. "Do you want to get hit or something?"
Without replying, Asad increased the speed further. Zoya looked at the road and then at him. Her
face drained of all colour as she saw a trailer moving, a long distance, in front of them. The only
problem was that the long distance would become short, in just a few seconds, if Asad continued
driving with this speed.
"Asad, slow down." She demanded, though her voice came as a squeal.
Still no reply.
"Slow down ASAD!" Just when she thought they would slam into the trailer and just when she had
closed her eyes, waiting for the impending doom, the car came to a halt with a screech, just an inch away from the trailer.
Their bodies came forward slightly but due to their seat-belts, they remained protected from collision.
The trailer continued moving forward and was soon out of sight. Zoya put a hand on her chest. Her heart was pounding very fast and she had to bend her head downwards to stop herself from being nauseated.
"Why?" She chocked out, her voice thick with emotion.
"Why what?" Asad asked calmly, folding his arms across his chest and looking at her.
Zoya stared at him and asked;
"Did you want to kill yourself and me? What was the point of driving so fast?" Her voice was loud now.
"I like driving fast." Asad replied, clearly amused by her state of restlessness. "But I see, you don't like to."
It was all that took for Zoya to lose control. She balled her fists and started beating Asad with
them, across his chest.
"You-scared-the-hell-out-of-me." Zoya said, punching him as hard as she could.
Asad, a little taken aback by her action, grabbed her wrists and tried to pull them away.
"Stop it Zoya!" he said.
But Zoya didn't stop.
"I said cut it off!" Asad threw her hands back forcefully. They hit the dashboard hard and a few of the bangles that Zoya was wearing, broke in her wrists, cutting off her skin. Blood oozed out of the wound and Zoya gazed at it surprisingly. Asad was equally surprised, seeing that he had actually physically hurt Zoya. Not that he had meant to. He had hurt her accidently while trying to protect himself.
Her rage began anew and she glared at him. Then, after a second, she stepped out of the car.
"Shit!" Asad growled, hitting the dashboard hard with his fist. A moment later, he came out of the car too.
"Sit inside the car Zoya!" He ordered, seeing that Zoya had her back to him.
"I said sit inside the-" he began but stopped when Zoya turned around.
"I hate you," Zoya said, tears gushing down her cheeks. "I hate you. I HATE YOU MR ASAD
AHMAD KHAN. I HATE YOU JUST AS MUCH AS YOU HATE ME!"
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Asad stared at Zoya for a minute and then came close to her... so close that he could feel her
breath.
"And what makes you think I love you?" He looked at her with disdain.
Zoya wiped her tears off from her sleeve.
"Fair enough." she began slowly. "Since we both hate each other. Why don't we separate?"
She then grabbed Asad by his collar, jerked him a little and blurted out to him;
"BECAUSE I'M SICK OF THIS LIFE! BECAUSE I'M SICK OF YOU ASAD! I AM SICK OF
THE FACT THAT YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME! BECAUSE YOU MAKE THIS LIFE A LIVING HELL FOR ME!"
Asad stared at her, shocked by her sudden outburst.
"And you know what?" Zoya said, looking him in the eye. "You don't even talk to me! You don't
even let me explain things to you! You don't even- "
"Just shut up," hissed Asad. "And leave my collar. People are staring at us."
It was then that Zoya realized that they were indeed being stared by a group of pedestrians who had
stopped, hearing her loud voice.
"Ma'am." said a voice behind them.
They both turned around to see a man standing a bit away from them. He had tattoos all over his body and wore a baggy shirt over short pant. A gold chain hung loosely from his neck which made him look like, no less than a rogue.
"Is this man disturbing you?" he asked Zoya.
Asad stepped forward to face that man, pulling Zoya behind him, by her wrist.
"This man," he said. "is the husband of this ma'am. So, I had appreciate if you stay out of our
business."
They stared daggers at each other and before anyone of them could make a move, they heard Zoya turn on her heels, walk towards the car and slam the door shut, sitting inside it.
After a while, the man started chuckling saying;
"Looks like your wife isn't in the right mood right now. You know what, I have a wife too and," he leaned forward to talk further, "if you want a tip on handling such women, I say beat the shit out of them! That's what I do with my own wife when she gets nasty."
Just as he spoke that line, the vision of Zoya's bleeding wrist crossed through Asad's mind...the
fact that he had physically hurt her...and whatever that man had just said, caused him to lose his
control and before he knew it, he had landed a punch on that man's face.
The man fell down on the ground, holding his nose in the process. Groaning in agony, he glared at Asad.
"What the hell did you do that for?" he yelled. "I was just telling you how to control your wife and you decided to beat me for that!"
Asad crouched down a little to talk to that man.
"You are lucky that I didn't beat the shit out of you!" He hissed. "If people weren't staring, I would have gladly given you a piece of my mind for your wise advice."
Saying that, he spun around,sat inside the car too and started it.
The drive seemed so long for both of them that it felt like ages before they finally arrived at home. As Asad parked the car in the driveway, his eyes fell on Zoya's wrists and guilt overtook his conscience.
"Zoya..." he began but she was already out of the car, heading towards the door. He got out of the car himself and followed her inside. Before anyone of them could enter the room; however, they saw Dilshad come towards them.
"Finally, you guys are back." Dilshad said, smiling. "So how was the party?" She asked to both of them.
"It was good." Zoya replied in a low voice, staring down to hide her wet eyes.
"Now c'mon. You can't just say that it was good. I want to know everything! Tell me all- "
Her smile vanished suddenly as her eyes landed on Zoya's wrists.
"O my god! What has happened to you?" She said grabbing Zoya's hands in her own.
Zoya finally looked up and tried to smile. "It's nothing Ammi," she said, though her voice seemed to waver. "It's just that I broke my bangles while sitting inside the car."
Zoya knew that it was a lame excuse but her mind was so confused at that time that she couldn't
think of anything else to say.
Asad just plainly stared at her, lost for words.
"You should have sat carefully then," Dilshad said, her face showing concern. "Go upstairs and apply some lotion on it. It will get better till tommorow."
Zoya nodded and left the room.
Dilshad saw her son gazing at the stairs where Zoya had just gone. When he didn't say anything, she clicked her fingers to get his attention.
"Asad, what are you looking at?"
His mother stared at him for a while, as if figuring him out. Then, she sighed and said;
"Asad, Zoya is a really good girl. Just don't ever lose her. Even if things don't turn out right
between you two... just think that this is how life is. No one is perfect. You just have to learn to
compromise with each other."
Asad stared at her for a long time, nodded and then walked out of the room silently.

Precap:
"Shut up Zoya!"
"No. I won't SHUT UP! Because today, I will tell you how mean and selfish you really are..."
Just then, Asad heard a knock outside. He muttered an imprecation, knowing fully well that it would be his mother, who must have come upstairs, hearing their loud voices. Sure enough, he heard the faint voice of his mother, from the other side of the door, call out his name. Zoya, oblivious to it, kept on shouting at him.
And before he knew it, he had pressed his lips against hers, to stop her from talking further. She got pressed up against the wall and to stop her from pushing him away, he held her wrists above her head.
She tried to get out of his grasp but he just tightened his grip on her even more.

Edited by Kanwal4salman - 9 years ago

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