AsYa(KaBhi) FF 'You Are Mine' Ch.7 updated,pg 50-(28/04) - Page 23

--- CHAPTER FIVE ---

Chahat kis mod pe le aayi hai...

Beqarari si yeh Beqarari hai...

Ashkon mein bheegi raahein akeli hai...

Kwaabon ko baandhe Ishq ki hi dori hai...

Dard ki leharein hai...Saahil bhi toh Ishq hai...

Anjaani si Raahon me...

Kaise mile yeh do Raahi hai...

Beqarari si yeh Beqarari hai...

Chahat kis mod pe le aayi hai...

The room was lit up with scented candles and flowers, filling the surrounding with its soothing warmth. White linen on the bed was decked with the layer of soft red petals... and the white curtains hanging around...giving the surrounding an elegant ambiance... Anybody would have felt delighted but not her... The surrounding was just giving her the reminder of the reality... She breathed looking around sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, dressed in a red bridal lehenga with heavy jwellery. The sound of chitter-chattering coming from outside contrasting to the ambiance surrounded her making her insides agitated...

It was all felt aweful...to her... The fear that gripped her heart when she waited for him to appear for the Nikaah was not ready to leave her in peace... Everyone around her was happy unknown to the reality that he actually wasn't stuck in the traffic... She had noticed the look on Shaad's face when Shaad assured everyone... That moment she doubted her decision... Was she right? Why she didn't think rationally? Where it all will lead her? Why she couldn't control her heart? What she will get at the end? Was she doing this to help him only? Why her heart was expecting more? How the person could have such an impact on her that she never thought before taking such a risk?

Everything was real for her...every ritual she performed was real...her heart didn't feel anything fake... Except His Consent... Qubool Hai...' how the extending silence before he whispered those words pierced her heart...shaking her...pushing her to the web of questions... questions about her own decision...for which she didn't have any answer... But...Didn't she have...? Deep down in her heart she knew it... One answer for all her questions... Love...Ishq...Mohabbat... Yes...it was love...she was amazed of her own feelings...it was the first time she was experiencing it...it was the moment when first she saw him that changed everything for her...and then the way destiny played...and every time she crossed path with him...she felt some strange pull...

She was hurt; she was upset when he asked her to pretend...but then the urge to help him...to bring that smile back on his face...to wipe the sadness from those deep brown orbs...to be the reason of his smile was something her heart couldn't resist...the feeling in her heart was strong enough to lead her on this risky path, where everything was unsure...

Her fingers curled tightly on the edge of the bed as she tried to calm the restlessness that started to shake her whole self... Getting up she filled the glass with water...gulping down the whole glass she turned and walked towards the dressing table managing her heavy lehenga... Looking at her own reflection in mirror she didn't understand what she was feeling... Was she sad? Or was she happy...? Was she nervous... or was she angry? Was she confident to walk on this new path of her life or was there any fear...fear of losing herself? The answer was No...' Nothing she did feel at the moment... Everything was unexpected...she never thought it would be like this...and she was numbed...

Hehhh...' staring at herself for some moments she let out a sad chuckle observing her reflection, Beautiful Red lehenga, heavy neckless, maang tika, perfectly suited bangles adorned her henna filled hands, heavy embroidered stone studded dupatta with broad border...Perfect Bride... But where was the happiness, the excitement that every bride feels...

She sighed...it was not as the way she had always dreamed but still she on her own will had decided to walk on this path and fight... She decided to fight ... Today she didn't know if she will win this fight or not... But as they said, Pyaar me koi Haar yah Jeet nahi hoti, Yah toh Pyaar hota hai yah phir nahi hota...' And in her case, Pyaar toh hai...and that was her strength...

A small smile lifted on her face as she looked at her both hands decorated with henna...she traced his name and her lips couldn't help but whispered ASAD...' A red hue creeped on her face as she breathed in the scent of henna... Now...You are Mine...'

She was no more Zoya Farooqui now...

She was Zoya Asad Ahmad khan... Qubool Hai...' these two words did change everything for her...it was not any pretence but the biggest truth of her life...that she had accepted with all her heart...

Kai bar padha tha Pyaar ke Ehsaas ke bare me ki Ek pal me hi koi Dil ko chhuh jata hai aur wo Ehsaas Jindagi bhar sath rehata hai...Aapne bhi kuch is tarah ek hi pal me mere Dil ko chhuh liya hai Asad...aur yeh naya sa Ehsaas hua hai...Aapne wo pal diya hai mujhe Asad...Pyaar ke Ehsaas ka wo pal...Main aaj yeh to nahi janati ke mere pyaar ka kya anjaam hoga...mujhe mera pyaar milega yah nahi par jindagi ne aaj yeh mauka toh diya hai mujhe...koshish karne ka mauka...koshish karungi ki aaj main jis dor se bandh chuki hu us dor ko kabhi tutne nahi dungi...' She closed her eyes in determination...

All doubts...fear just vanished as she felt the new strength surged through her...Opening her eyes she caressed her ring that shined on her finger... You have given me this strength and the right too Mr. Asad Ahmad Khan...bhale hi aapke liye aaj yeh ek arrangement hai, par mere liye wo vaada hai jo main ta-umar nibhaungi...I promise...' She kissed her ring and startled hearing the click of the door...

Dimple deepened on her cheeck as Humeira entered inside followed by Ayaan, Shaad and Sara who was Shaad's girlfriend.

Ayaan rushed ahead teasing Humeira , "So Zoya...I mean B-H-A-B-H-I..." he spelled ruffling his hairs, "How it feels as Mrs. Khan" Zoya just gave him a shy smile and he chuckled, "Okay...ye toh aap Bhaijaan ko batana...but meri Bhabhi banke kaisa lag raha hai yeh toh aap bata hi dijiye"

"Zoya, you just avoid him..." Humeira said pulling Ayaan back, "And YOU...out of the room, aapka kuch kaam nahi hai yaha par..." She showed him the door

"Ohh hello...she is My Bhabhi now, so you stay away from us..." He said pulling Humeira away from Zoya's side and stood on her place.

"Wow...My Bhabhi..." Humeira asked raising her brows, "but have you asked your Bhabhi if she needs anything" Humeira asked walking to other side of Zoya, "See how caring your Devar is Zoya..." she asked mockingly while Zoya shook her head listening their banter

"You both are impossible...ek bhi mauka nahi chodte jhagdne ka..." Sara commented pulling both of them aside, "you can continue your argument outside the room..." she said showing the door to both of them and stood beside Zoya while both Ayaan & Humeira huffed not ready to go but walked out sulking as Sara sternly signaled them to go out.

"So...you okay?" squeezing Zoya's hand Sara asked as she was aware of the reality of this Nikaah. Zoya just nodded giving her a small smile, "Everything will be okay Zoya...you just need to give some time to Asad and keep your faith intact..." Sara said assuring her, "I just come to say bye..." she hugged lovingly to Zoya and Zoya hugged her back. Within just 2-3 days she had bonded well with Shaad and Sara. "See you soon in Mumbai..." moving back Sara smiled with a joy, "I am so happy that you guys are shifting to Mumbai...it's going to be fun..."

"Haan haan...why not?" Shaad said and both the girls looked at him, "fun for you, but Zoya let me warn you about the fun concept of this girl" Sara huffed and smacked his arm, "Don't listen to him Zoya..." she whined while Zoya giggled

"Hehe...okay...let her decide on her own" he laughed and received a glare in return, "Okay Sorry...now please go and collect your things, I will be back in a minute"

Hugging Zoya once again Sara assured her and walked out of the room while Shaad turned his attention towards Zoya as the door closed

"I don't know Zoya, mujhe sorry bolna chahiye yah..." Zoya looked at him and the look in her eyes interrupted his talk and he sighed, "I can understand what you may have gone through when Asad didn't..." he left his sentence incomplete still imagining the horror he felt when Asad didn't appear for Nikaah and didn't even reply to his calls. He took a deep breath not understanding what he should tell her, "I know Zoya, main chahe kuch bhi bolu, that will not enough and couldn't even make everything easy for you...but still I can assure you that Asad is really good at heart...wo bas apne junoon me khud jina hi bhul gaya hai..." he paused and Zoya looked up at him, "tum shyad soch rahi hogi ke main kitna selfish hoon, aaj bhi apne dost ki side le raha hoon...I am sorry Zoya...I made you took such a decision that..." he said guiltily but Zoya interrupted him

"Don't be sorry Shaad..." She smiled assuring him; "You just make me aware of the truth...but yeh decision toh mera tha...maine khud liya hai yeh decision...tum guilty mat feel karo please..." she said and walked towards the window while Shaad stared at her feeling more guilty, he was actually worried thinking about the possible concequences if it won't go the way he thought...The girl in front of him who is assuring him, who doesn't have any fault but still got stuck in all this mess and somewhere he was responsible for her decision, would suffer most...

"You know Shaad...it will be wrong if I said I wasn't upset" Zoya continued looking out of the window interrupting Shaad's thoughts, "I was upset, also afraid a bit...wo intezaar ka pal, wo khamoshi... dar gayi thi main...bohat gussa aya tha khud par, but still something is more strong than these all feelings..." She paused and turned to look at Shaad, "Something that is all new to me..." a small smile lifted on her lips, "Tumne hi kaha tha na tumhe apna dost wapas chahiye jo kahi kho gaya hai..." she asked and Shaad nodded, "I promise you shaad, I will bring back that smile of him...not because you asked me to help, but...that is what I want...mera dil chahta hai wo khushi dekhna...aur ab toh mera pura haq hai, because he is Mine now..."

Shaad was amazed, his eyes twinkled as the guilt, the fear he was experiencing was washed away with Zoya's assuring words...for that moment he want to believe that he was not wrong, this girl truly did love his friend and whatever may happen she will bring back his friend's happiness back...nothing will go wrong..., "Thank you Zoya...thank you so much' He thanked her with all his heart, walking towards her he took her in a side hug, "We don't know Zoya what future holds, but whatever may happen, tumhara yeh Bhai hamesha tumhare sath hoga...I promise..."

Zoya nodded giving him a small smile and he moved back shaking his head...feeling teary, "See, you could do anything, jo Shaad ko emotional kar sakti hai uske liye kuch bhi na munkin nahi..." he joked trying to change their moods and Zoya giggled, "Now I have to go...Sara will kill me for making her wait for a long..." Saying he walked out of the room...for that moment forgetting all the worries...

Zoya breathed closing her eyes for a moment...to feel some peace... I should get rid of this jwellery first...' She thought, irritates with all the heavy stuff she was carrying. "Allah Miya...what's wrong with this bag..." she huffed trying to open her bag, "Ek toh yeh dupatta..." getting irritate with the heavy dupatta she unpinned it and tossed on the bed and then get rid of the nose ring and the heavy necklace she sighed feeling a bit comfortable. Placing it aside on the bed she tried to open her bag, "Aah...finally khul gaya..." as the bag open she collected her night wears and was going to close the bag when the knock on the door startled her and she closed her eyes shut, suddenly feeling her heart started to hammer inside... Moving forward she pulled the heavy dupatta in hasty, creating the mess of rose petals in process... "Urgh...I can't handle it..." huffing she adjusted it on her shoulder...

It was the first time after engagement she was going to face him... He wasn't there at sangeet citing the excuse that there are some important issues he had to handle as he didn't have much time before shifting to Mumbai. And after Nikaah when he was seated beside her, he made sure not to interact with her in any way... So she couldn't even imagine how he is going to react...she at least expected some civil conversation but wasn't sure thinking about their each encounter...

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He was driving...driving like a maniac... He wanted to run away from all the mess that had created in his life...he was frustrated...

While getting ready for the Nikaah he started to feel more and more restless... He was going to get married, how could he do this...?? How could he make a joke of the sacred bond of Marriage...and with just this one step he was going to break everyone's faith... No...it's not right...he was definitely not going to do this...' and with that thought he just left the house...

Stopping the car at the hill, he walked out and stood leaning on the bonnet of his car... The place held so many memories but the one last bitter memory had trounced all those sweet ones... It was the place where she left him...with broken heart and he couldn't move after that day...He was still standing on the very same place... How helpless she made him...

Continuous ringing sound of the phone raised the sudden anger in his system... There were so many missed calls from his Ammi, Ayaan and Shaad... They are worried because of me and what I am doing? Have I become that heartless...that I don't even care for my family...?' He closed his eyes shut and his fingers curled in a tight fist... YOU...you are resposnsible Rida...for this heartless Asad...and I hate you...I HATE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID...Nafrat hai mujhe tumse, pyaar se...jo kabhi tha hi nahi...nafrat hai us har ek cheez se jo tumhare jhoote jazbaat se judi hai...jisne aaj mujhe yaha khada kiya hai jaha se na main peeche ja sakta hoon na hi aage badh sakta hoon... ' he was frustrated beyond limits, taking out the bracelate from his pocket he looked at it with all the hatred, humare pyaar ko tum waqt ke haatho tutate hue nahi dekhna chahti thi, right? Tumhe toh yakeen tha...humare pyaar pe nahi par uski kamjori pe ki wo waqt ke haatho tutt jayega...WOW...' he laughed ironically clutching the bracelate in his hand, "Yeh hamesha mujhe yad dilayega Pyaar ke asliyat ki...us nafrat ko hamesha jinda rakhne ki...jo main tumse karta hoon...'

From past three days he was witnessing all the preparations for his Nikaah, how happy, how excited everyone was...unaware of the truth...he felt ashamed of lying to his own family, breaking their trust but he was helpless...he couldn't find any way out of this mess... No one was able to understand his dilemma and he couldn't even open up to anyone... He tried to go as per plan but then his heart was not ready to give a conscent... With each passing second he found himself weak...he couldn't stop the happenings not he was able to accept it...and with that the hatred for the person who was responsible for his condition increased tenfold...

The sound of screeching brakes from behind and he turned shoving the bracelate inside his pocket. He sighed as Shaad came rushing towards him.

"What the hell wrong with you Asad...do you have any idea of what will happen if you didn't reach there...NO...absolutely NOT...why you will think about it...YOU JUST CARE FOR YOUR DAMN SELF AND NO ONE ELSE..." Shaad literally shouted not giving any chance to Asad to say anything, "That so called issues in your life are more important than anything else, everyone is waiting for you there...worried for your whereabout...But you..."

"Shaad..." Asad called interrupting him but Shaad stopped him raising his hand.

"Nahi Asad...enough of this...if you don't want to do this then it's okay...just come with me and clear it to everyone there...don't think about the after effects of your decision...jo bhi hurt hoga, jise bhi bura lagega, log baatein banayenge, kuch waqt ka tamasha banega but you just don't care about anything, tum wo karna jo tumhare liye thik hai...at least you will be fine...chalo, bata do sab ko chal kar..." He grabbed Asad's wrist and started to walk towards the car pulling Asad with him

As he was going to open the door Asad pulled Shaad back and hugged him, "This is not what I want Shaad...tum toh samajh sakte ho na..." Shaad shut his eyes controlling himself, he was aware of Asad's turmoil but back out at this moment was not the option and he just wanted to make Asad aware of the situation...

"Tum hi batao yeh sahi hai kya...Yeh jhooti rasme...yeh nikaah..." Asad paused and moved back, "Jindagi kaha le kar aa gayi mujhe Shaad..." He sighed, feeling defeated...rubbing his hands over his face and it hurted Shaad a lot, looking at his friend's state, "For how long I am going to pretend...kal jab..." Shaad placed his hand on Asad's shoulder interrupting his talk

"I can understand Asad...but now is not the time to think about it...You should be there now..." Shaad said calmly, placing both his hands firlmly on Asad's shoulder he took a deep breath, "I know this is not right, but it's the need of the hour...you don't have any other option now Asad...can you imagine abhi tumhare inkaar se situation kya hogi..." He asked but didn't get any reaction from Asad, "Please Asad, chalo abhi Aunty bohat pareshan hai..."

Roshan si Raat mein bhi...

Chaand Tanha sa hai...

Jaga aaj phir ishq ka...

Har woh Jazbaat hai...

Lafz khamosh hai...Wafa bewafai si hai...

Beqarari si yeh...Beqarari hai...

He sat there lost...not feeling anything that is happening around him...his heart was not ready to utter those two words of consent... He felt the urge to stop that charade... Feeling a hand on his shoulder he turned his gaze and his eyes met with his Abbu's, who was looking at him worriedly. He closed his eyes shut and only one word kept hovering in his mind...WHY?? A question to himself, to his destiny and to that only person... and with all chaos inside him, he uttered those words... Qubool Hai' The concent of lifelong commitment...for which he was not ready...

Belong to someone...it's so amazing Asad...aur aaj main..."

His eyes flashed open while his fingers curled in fist and in front of him was the reality... Zoya was looking at him...and it tortured him... What he had done' he looked away feeling guilty, He was helpless but then this girl...why she did this...she could have refused but NO...everyone was just hell- bent on making his life hell...and this girl...she was just trouble from the beginning ...' He shut his eyes as anger rose inside him realizing, it was HE who asked her for a pretend marriage...

And next couple of hours he just tried his best to ignore her...trying to keep his all mixed up emotions at bay...

As finally the buzzing house started to get normal he sighed and sat beside Shaad and Ayaan. Nikaah ceremony was a low key affair as per his wish but still his Ammi was admant on following god knows how many rituals... Tired physically and mentally he just wanted some peace, some rest from everything around... What about the future...future of this Nikaah?' he will sort out everything later, may be after moving to Mumbai his life will find some peace and then he will decide how to end this all mess... He was in his own thoughts and didn't hear a word about what Shaad and Ayaan were talking...

"Asad..." He startled as Dilshad called him from behind

"Isn't it right Bhaijaan...?" Same time Ayaan asked with excitement and he just looked at both of them confused. Shaad shook his head and turned to Ayaan, "Let him rest Ayaan...he must be tired" He dragged Ayaan with him saying bye to Dilshad.

"Tum thik ho Asad?" Dilshad asked worriedly

"Umm...yes...just tired" he assured

"Hmm..." Dilshad sat beside him, taking his hand in hers she stared at his face

He looked up and realized that his Ammi wanted to talk something, "Aapko kuch baat karni hai Ammi?"

Dilshad smiled nodding her head in denial, "Go and rest, bohat thak gaye ho tum, hum kal baat karenge..."

"It's okay Ammi, aap bataaiye kya baat karni hai?"

"Kal baat karenge Asad, you go, Zoya must be waiting..." Dilshad insisted

He breathed and his hand reached his temple realizing the fact that he had to face her and there was no way out of it, seems Peace has chosen to abandoned my life'

"Asad..." He looked up as Dilshad patted on his shoulder, "Just like you, everything has happened suddenly for her too..."

"Hmm..." he sighed getting up but Dilshad caught on his wrist and he looked down at her, "remember one thing beta, now your actions or decisions are going affect not only us but Zoya and her family too, Zoya is like a daughter to Anwar & Zeenat and you know how much they trusted you...I know you won't let down their trust but still I just want to say that, tum dono ke liye yeh Zindagi ka naya safar hai and you have to walk with holding each others hand...trying to match up with each other...I hope you understand..."

Asad just nodded feeling guilty and realizing how crucial this matter has become he cursed himself, "Ammi you are not well, you should take some rest" he said squeezing Dilshad's hand on his wrist and she nodded asking him to go to his room.

"I don't know what is going to happen with my life" He thought when his fingers moved on the door knob to open it but suddenly he moved back his hand, "This is ridiculous" he massaged his temple getting annoyed, "Now I have to knock to enter in my own room" he shook his head and knocked on the door before entering inside.

What the...' he couldn't believe what those four idiots had done with his room, for this all Ayaan was hell bent on keeping me away from my room' He shook his head walking inside, But Shaad...he could have stopped this nonsense but no...he is the one more excited for everything' Irritated he looked up and his forehead creased looking at Zoya, who was standing with her eyes closed and it was like she was mumbling something to herself, her one hand was placed on her heart and with other she clutched her lehenga... Now what's wrong with her...it's already enough for a day...' he thought and cleared his throat...

Zoya startled, "Allah Miya!!! What's wrong with me, why I am nervous?" composing herself she opened her eyes and gasped looking at him. Whole evening she had stolen glances at him few times but now as he was just few feets away from her...the way that blue shervani fitted on his perfect figure... his hands folded infront and he was staring at her... Her eyes refused to look away but as he cleared his throat again to get her attention she looked down clutching her lehenga tight with her both hands in nervousness not knowing what to say but before she could utter a word she heard him...

"See, I know we have to talk and you must have many questions regarding this...um...nikaah...but right now I don't want to discuss anything and I guess it's better if we discuss about this later on, after moving to Mumbai..."

"Umm...yeah, that will be okay..." Zoya agreed and then an awkward silence filled in the surrounding...

"Wo...you sleep on the bed, main couch..." he broke the silence and turned but his eyes widened not finding the couch on it's place near the window, "What nonsense, where is the couch" he exclaimed and turned to look at Zoya who gave him the look that said she don't have any idea about the existence of the couch in his room and he massaged his temple cursing Ayaan & Shaad, what could be the worst than this'

Zoya looked at him not knowing what to do but before she could say anything Asad turned and walked towards the cupboard, frustration was visible in his actions. She watched him as he started to make the sleeping arrangement on the floor, "Mr. Khan..." she called hesitantly, "You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep..."

Asad looked up interrupting her, "It's okay, I will manage..."

"No Mr. Khan..." walking towards him she snatched the pillow form his hand, "Aap please bed pe so jaiye, main yaha..."

"I am not in a mood to argue with you, so please aap bed pe so jaiye aur mujhe bhi sone dijiye..." He warned her and turned back to smoothen the wrinkles on the throw that he spread on the floor

"That is what I am asking to you Mr. Khan; you just go and sleep on the bed..." Zoya insisted

Asad turned back suddenly and Zoya startled, "Is it necessary for you to argue, can't you just shut you mouth and let me sleep"

"I am just asking you to..."

"ENOUGH..." he cut her words getting up, "Fine, so jaiye shauk se but please don't bother me anymore..." Irritated he walked towards the bed

"Mr. Khan..." Zoya called again and his fingers curled into fist

"WHAT NOW??" turning back he asked controlling his anger

"Wo...wait, my stuff is there...let me collect it first, then you can sleep..." She rushed to gather her things which scattered on the bed. Collecting her jwellery in one hand and suitcase in other she gave him a sorry look and it was unbearable for him to watch the mess on his bed. Shaking his head he moved forward to clean all the rose petals from his bed...

A smile spread on Zoya's face looking at his irritation, Don't panic Mr. Khan... It will be easy if you keep calm' She said and he looked up, "Anger is not a solution' smiling she moved with her stuff managing her heavy dupatta which she had draped on one shoulde earlier. In an attempt to not stepping on it she lost her balance, "Aah..." she cried out and Asad looked up... Suitcase dropped down from her hand with a thud, spreading all the stuff on the floor when she raised her hand to hold Asad who moved forward to help her... She clutched the fabric of his kurta and his hand wrapped around her waist...jewellery in her other hand met the other scattered stuff on the floor as she reached to get hold on his shoulder forcing him backward and Asad growled as he hit on the bed with Zoya on top of him...

Zoya could hear her own thudding heart against him in that moment of silence... Her fingers clutched on his shoulder as she tried to stabilize herself...She inhaled and her senses filled with his scent making her attempts futile...

Asad's eyes shut tight as he tried to control his irritation...Is there more to come for a day' he sighed looking at ceiling waiting for Zoya to move. Zoya's grip tightened on his shoulder...and her face buried more in the crook of his neck as she inhaled...he couldn't take it anymore, "Tsk...move..." He tried to get up pushing her out of him...

Zoya gasped as she rolled aside and struggled to get up but something held her back..."Aah...Wait Mr. Khan..." Asad tried to pull himself up and she cried as her hand chain was stuck with the button of his shervani that made him fall back... Turning a little she tried to free the chain form his button and pulled it a bit and the same time Asad raised his head to get a look of what she was doing...

"What the hell are you doing" Asad shouted holding her wrist as the kada in her hand hit against his nose...

"Sorry...I didn't..." she started but just a look in his eyes made her stop and she tried to free her hand from his hold... It was the limit for his patience and suddenly getting up he pulled her with himself.

"Ridiculous..." he gritted his teeth and untangled the chain from his button.

She stared at his back as he walked towards his wardrobe... Stay still' his grip on her wrist and his voice coated with frustration as he tried to untangle the chain kept ringing in her mind...she stared at her hand, the chain was broken... A sound of door closed behind her and she startled. Turning she looked at the closed bathroom door and sighed, "Yah Allah!!! He is just...urgh!!!"

"I never thought the day would be this eventful" she mumbled collecting all her stuff, "Hmm..." closing her bag she breathed out, "What I can expect from Mr. Arrogant anyways..." shaking her head she got up and placing her bag aside walked towards the bed to clean it...and recalling the moment a blush creeped on her cheeks...she could feel his grip on her waist and his masculine scent... She shook her head to clear her mind hearing the click of the door and her eyes met with him just for a moment as he stopped in his track before walking towards his wardrobe... There was something in his eyes...it wasn't just annoyance or anger but...'

"I want to sleep if you are done with it..." his voice came from behind and not giving a more thought to her suspicion she just nodded moving back... There wasn't anger in his voice but a pain...' thought popped in her mind and she looked back... He was adjusting the pillows and smoothing the wrinkles on the sheet, picking up the rose petal that was stuck on the pillow he mumbled something under his breath and Zoya smiled looking at his irritated expressions... Mr. OCD'

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Dil ki arzoo hai tu...

Dhadkan ki wajah tu hai...

Ishq hai aadha sa...Aadha sa yeh wada hai...

Intezaar yeh hai...Imtehaan sa hai...

Khwaabon ki mazil pe kyun dhuaan dhuaan sa hai...

Kaisi uljhan hai... Kya yeh paheli hai...

Beqarari si yeh Beqarari hai...

"Aah...finally relief from those all heavy stuffs..." Zoya breathed a sigh of relief coming out of the washroom. Her eyes travelled towards the bed where Asad was sleeping with his one hand placed on his forehead... She stared at him for a moment and a small smile lifted on her face, "Hmm...pyaar bhi hua toh aise Mr. Arrongant se..." She thought shaking her head and settled on the floor, "Let's take some sleep Zoya Far...umm...Zoya Asad Khan..." She giggled snuggling into her pillow, "Seems like the new journey of my life is going to be a challenging one with Mr. haughty husband of mine..." She glanced towards Asad but suddenly her expressions changed and turning on her side she stared out of the window, "Kitna ajeeb hai...hum bas sochte rehte hai aur kab achanak jindagi naya rookh le leti hai...pata hi nahi chalta... Naya safar...par humsafar...jise sath chalna hi nahi hai..." Turning on her back she sighed looking at the ceiling, "Kaise aap meri jindagi ka wo khoobsurat ehsaas ban gaye Asad...aur aap ke na chahte hue bhi aaj humari jindagi hume ek hi raaste par le aayi hai...aaj yeh to nahi janati ke aap kabhi kisi mod par mera haath thamenge bhi yah nahi par phir bhi main aap ke saath hi chalungi...koshish karungi kisi na kisi mod par aap ki khoyi hui muskurahat wapis la saku..." She closed her eyes recalling her each encounter with Asad...wondering what would come to her way after moving to Mumbai...

"Allah Miya!!!" She exclaimed turning on other side and suddenly sat up whining, "Neend kyun nahi aa rahi" She huffed tying her hairs in a messy bun when her eyes caught him. Rubbing her eyes she again looked towards the bed, "What he is doing at this hour" she thought looking at Asad who was seated on the bed with his laptop but his attention wasn't on the screen, he was staring out of the window lost somewhere, "what's wrong with him?" Zoya wondered looking at him, trying to get a fair look of his face in moonlight, "What is bothering him? Seriously it is difficult to believe he is the person Humeira was talking about all the time..."

"What happened now?" Asad's voice broke the chain of her thoughts

"Nothing...it just, I am not sleepy"

"I told you already to..." he shook his head placing the laptop aside and settled on the bed, "Well, I think you can sleep on the other side of the bed..." He said before closing his eyes

Zoya's eyes widened, Did I hear it right?' "Mr. Khan...are you..."

"Now please don't start your argument, it just for one more day we have to manage and still if you think you are comforatable there then it's your choice, I don't have an issue" He said before turning on his side giving full stop to the discussion.

"Urgh...Khadoos" Zoya mumbled getting up and walked towards the bed, "But not that bad may be..." she smiled sitting on her side of the bed... For a moment she stared at his back feeling strange nervousness...slowly sliding down she breathed...turning she looked at his back snuggling into her pillow...he was sleeping beside her, just a short distance away...that feeling gave her goosebumps... her lips streached in a small smile and she closed her eyes breathing deeply trying to feel His scent... The distance was short between them but she knew it was a long way...whatever may be the reality but she wasn't hesitant to admit it to herself that she was liking it...being that close to him...that she could feel his existence beside her...caressing the space between them she shook her head at her foolish thoughts... and she didn't know how long it was that she kept staring at him before sleep engulfed her...

So finally the update...long one...hope not boring...

Let me know what you think

waiting for your reviews 😳

Lots of Love

--Deepti--

Hey Daljit

so sorry...I know I am late with the update

here a long one...hope you like it 😊

Loved reading it

Thanx for pm

😆

How r u dear?

It's been so long.

Haqeeqat update?

Have you forgotten that?

Well this part was super awesome..

A much needed insight of their feelings.

Well jab chapter start hua I thought nikaah kab hua?😆

Did I miss some part or what?

But dint know this brilliant writer had her own way of giving surprises.

Ab gayab may ho Jana please...

Continue soon.

Well in fiction it is cute but imagine if this would be somebody's reality..how painful it would be..

I know u r going to make Zoya suffer a lot in this story..

But Asad ko zyada villain mat Bana dena ok..