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Kanwal4salman

@Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 9 years ago

#731

arey mai thi abhi aai hun.
tu waha se chali kyu aai thi
everyone askng about u

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Kanwal4salman

@Kanwal4salman

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Posted: 9 years ago

#732

Hello all my beautiful readers 🤗.thank u so much for awesome response..well here is next part and long enough I think😊..
Hope u will this one too..

Enjoy reading.. 😳

Part -10
As soon as Zoya entered her room, she started crying... she cried so bad like she had never done
before. Without caring, she let her tears fall.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Dark circles had formed under her eyes and when she dabbed her fingers on them, they were all puffy.
She dropped down on the bed, a wave of despondency washing over her. It had been a long time since she had cried and it felt good to let everything out. Right when the tears threatened to fall down her cheeks again, she heard the door open.
Even without looking back, she knew that it was Asad. Her rage began anew and it was with utmost patience that she controlled herself from screaming at him.
"Zoya." She heard him say her name quietly. He sighed when she didn't reply.
He walked over to her, achingly slow.
"Zoya." He called out again.
Again, Zoya kept quiet. After a while, when he thought that she wasn't going to reply that easily, he reached out and grabbed her hand.
Zoya pulled it away instantly, standing up and glaring at him.
"You hate me, don't you?" she blurted out. "Then why are you doing this to me Asad? Why do n't you just leave me?"
He stared in her brown eyes, trying to comprehend the meaning behind it.
"Let our relationship end. Because," she pushed him back this time. "Let's be honest. We are both sick of each other. We both hate each other then I don't understand the point of us being together!"
"Listen to me Zoya." Asad said with gritted teeth now.
"No, you listen to me Asad!" Once again, she pushed him back. "If you think that I had fallen in love with you, then you are quite wrong. I never loved you and never will!" She yelled at him, pushing him back once again, but this time Asad was prepared. Grabbing both of her hands, he turned her around and pinned her against the wall behind him.
"What the hell?" he shouted at her.
Zoya flinched at his loud voice but didn't lose her composure.
"If you say one more word- " he seethed.
"You will do what?" As she glared at him, she saw his jaws clench. For some reason, it made her more angry than before. "Don't forget Asad, if you can get angry then I can get angry too!"
"I- "
"You don't see anyone besides you, do you? All that matters to you is you only!"
"Zoy- "
"Others can live their lives, however difficult it may be for them. But you just make sure that you never have any sort of problem!"
"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, heating 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.
After a long moment, they broke apart. Zoya stared at him, too shocked to reply. Her eyes were
flowing and her cheeks were flushed. Her lips had become swollen from the deep kiss.
"What did you do that for?" She murmured.
"To shut you up." Asad replied simply.
"You- " Zoya began but Asad held a finger, indicating for her to stop.
"Don't say a word now or I swear I will be worst than this!"
The moment he had said that, he immediately regretted it. He cursed himself internally as he saw
Zoya stare at him for a long moment, then turn on her heels and dash towards the washroom.
He groaned in frustration and anger of what he had just done. Walking over to the bed, he undid his tie and threw it at one corner of the bed. He wanted to yell but he knew that it wasn't the right place to do it. Instead, he sat on the bed and closed his eyes.
He felt so furious inside that it took several minutes for him to calm down. Right when he thought he felt better, he heard a muffled sound from somewhere inside the room.
It didn't take him long to realize that it was Zoya crying inside the washroom. Unable to bare it any further, he rushed towards the terrace. It was going to be a long night, he thought as he took out a cigarette and lighted it up to inhale it.
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A sharp drizzle fell the next day as Asad sat inside his car, talking on the phone.
"Yes...postpone the meeting till a few days. I don't think I will- WHAT THE?" He heard the back door open and slam shut. He glared at Zoya who had just sat inside the car.
Then realizing that he was actually talking on the phone with his staff member, he quickly muttered a sorry to him and continued giving him instructions about his next meeting.
"No, Abbu will handle that meeting. I will just look at the files before we send it to him. So keep them ready today, OK?" He said, eyeing Zoya from the front mirror. She was sitting with her arms crossed and staring out of the window.
"Yeah, thank you so much for that. Bye." And with that, he hung up.
"Zoya. Come and sit in the front." He said, turning his head backwards to talk to her.
She just kept quiet and after thinking that what he had done last night, he shouldn't have expected, any less behaviour than this, Asad geared the engine and started driving.
It took them twenty minutes of complete silence to get to the hospital. As soon as they arrived, Zoya stepped out of the car and was about to head inside, when she heard a familiar voice call her name;
"Zoya!" She turned around to see Armaan approaching her, his white coat, hanging on his arm and a stethoscope around his neck. He smiled as he stopped and stood in front of her.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine." Zoya said softly.
Just then, Asad stepped out of the car and exchanged the usual greetings with him.
*****
The light drizzle that fell in the morning had changed into heavy rain by the night. Clouds thundered
above; the atmosphere had turned cool and nib and Zoya jumped over a small pothole, adjusting her umbrella above her.
A car came in front of her and stood a short distance away from her. The car's owner motioned for her to come forward. When she approached it, she realized that it was Armaan. He lowered his car window to talk to her.
"Is everything fine?" he asked.
"O yeah. It's just that Jasmine had to drop me but she left early today as she wasn't well. Now, I guess I will just have to take the bus."
"I can drop you if you want to."
"No, it's okay."
"No really, I highly doubt that you will get any bus at this time of night and that too, in this bad
weather."
"No, I'll be fine."
"Oh well. If you think you will be okay then I'll go."
As he started the engine, Zoya thought what if he was right? There were high chances that she would never find a bus in this stormy night. And if she let him go...who knows maybe she'll have to spend the whole night at the hospital. Just the thought of lying in the staff room's couch, all uneasy and uncomfortable, made her rethink his proposal.
"Isn't this the time when you should insist on dropping me?"
Armaan gazed at her and chuckled softly. "Well, I really thought you wouldn't say yes. But I can drop you if you want to."
"Since I don't have any other solution..."
"It's okay," Armaan grinned. "Hop inside the car."
*****
"Wow, the house is still the same." Armaan said as they waited for the driver to open the gate. "It looks like a mansion really."
He parked the car in the driveway and they both stepped out. Before the driver could close the gates; however, another car came inside. It was Asad's.
They gazed at him as he picked up his laptop bag and stepped out of the car. Zoya averted her eyes from him as she felt anger boil inside her.
"Hey Asad," Armaan greeted him as he approached them.
"Hi. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I came to drop off Zoya." Asad stared at her for a while as he listened to Armaan further, "But now that I have come, I should go and meet your family too."
Asad nodded as Armaan said, "So, let's go inside, shall we?"
"You go. I have to talk to Zoya for a moment."
Zoya glared at him but due to Armaan's presence, didn't say anything.
"Oh well. I'll go then." Armaan said.
As soon as he left, Asad opened his mouth to speak but she interuppted him;
"I don't want to talk to you."
And with this, she wheeled round and went inside, leaving behind an angry Asad.)))))))
"My mobile..." Zoya said irritated, apparently to no one.
She stood finally, her hands akimbo, searching for her mobile all over the room. After some time, she realized that Asad held it in his hands.
"Give me my mobile," she said on approaching him and extending out her hand.
He didn't reply and she felt anger surging inside her suddenly.
"Asad, my mobile." She demanded, shaking her hand a bit.
Still, he didn't reply. Zoya was about to make a swipe for it when suddenly he stood up. Zoya took some step backwards but stood her ground.
"First say sorry. Then I will give it to you." He said.
"You didn't listen to me back then."
"And I still won't listen. Now give me back my mobile."
She tried to grab it but at the last moment, he pulled it away and put it inside his pocket.
"Either you say sorry or you don't get your phone at all."
Zoya narrowed her eyes. "You are the one who should say sorry to me, not me!"
"Well, I was about to say that back then but you never let me." He said, sitting ba ck on his bed. "So now, you will get your phone back only when you have said sorry to me."
"Urgh!" Zoya seethed. "If you don't give it to me...then..." she tried to think of a suitable threat but her mind went blank. How was one supposed to threaten him?
"...I will tell mom," she finished smugly.
Asad just plainly stared at her and then burst out laughing. Zoya looked at him strangely. "You
really think I'm sacred of my mother," he said, standing up once again.
"I...then... I'll delete all your important files in your laptop when you are sleeping."
Yes, that was a good threat, she thought.
"You do that and I'll make this life hell for you."
"You already do that Asad,' She added in an ineffably sad tone. Her eyes held his for a brief second and he could plainly see the hurt in them.
He shrugged and sat down on the bed again. "You know the deal. Say sorry or you're never getting this mobile again."
Zoya eyed him defiantly.
"I won't. And if you don't give it to me now...then I'll...go stand in the rain outside. The whole night!"
"Fine," he said. "As you wish."
Zoya gaped at him. She felt she could tear him apart in her fury and not mind it.
"Fine!" She blurted out. "You should start thinking of a good reason to tell your mother when she find. my dead body in the morning!" Stomping her foot, she turned around to go to the terrace.
"Zoya," she heard his whimsical voice behind her, "do you really think that she will find your dead body in the first place if I don't want her to?"
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Edited by Kanwal4salman - 9 years ago

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Shaila Banu

@Shailu..

Sparkler

Posted: 9 years ago

#733

Awesome update ninss 👏
AsYa short and sweet kiss
But zoya cried 😭
Kitna ladte hai yeh dono *shaking head*
Now she will be in rain 😲
Continue soon 🤗
Love yaa ❤️

Edited by shailu123 - 9 years ago