Bigg Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - 24th Sep '25
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--- CHAPTER SIX (A) ---
Ishq hai aansu...Ishq hai naghma...
Ishq sukoon hai...raahat hai...
MUMBAI AIRPORT
"Zoyaaa..."
Zoya was standing with luggage as Asad went somewhere asking her to wait for a minute when a shriek of her own name reached her ears and she turned to look at the source but before she reacted in any way two hands wrapped around her taking her in a hug... "Surprise..."
She smiled feeling the genuine happiness of the person and hugged back...
"Welcome to Mumbai Zoya...I am so happy that you are finally here..." Sara said excitedly moving back, "I was nearby for some work so thought to give you a surprise..."
"Hehe..." Zoya laughed looking at her excitement; She is so cute'
Zoya was pleased having Shaad and Sara with her in her new journey... It was just few days they had met but she felt like she had known both of them for years and as for Sara she was a step ahead of Shaad in fun and masti...both were just full of life and it was impossible to feel bored when they were around...
"And this is bestest surprise for me Sara..." Zoya smiled, she was actually feeling better meeting Sara after a boring and silent journey with her Husband... Watching Asad at some distance busy with his phone she shook her head as she whispered, "Does he know anything other than work...I can't believe, tum dono ke sath rehkar bhi he is still like this...kharoos and boring type..." she eyed Asad who was coming towards them while scolding someone on phone...
Sara giggled as she turned to look at Asad, "Hmm...he has become such a kharoos...but now it's not only Shaad and me, we have you...power of three against one...it's time for his transformation..." She declared and Zoya giggled, "We are not going to bear this boring workaholic Asad for a long time...Right?" Sara winked and Zoya pressed her lips, trying to suppress her laugh as she noticed Asad coming towards them
Sara shook her head tuning back, "Spare him yaar...let him relax for two days at least..." She commented hearing Shaad's name before Asad disconnect the call
"I didn't let him stay back for relaxing...and it's his fault only...bhugto ab!!" Asad snapped before dialing a number on his phone again...
Shaad stayed back to handle some things regarding the running project and as per Asad he is the one responsible for the pending issues...all planned schedule of his had messed up because of Shaad's stupid suggestion...
Zoya eyed Sara not getting the clue and Sara just shook her head assuring her that it was their usual banter...
"Okay...I have some work and will meet you in evening..." Sara said as Asad moved towards the car that stopped at some distance...
She sighed as Asad ignored her and followed him with Zoya, "We'll go out for dinner is that okay Asad...yah phir..." She was going to tease him but one look of him and she stopped...
"Umm..." He shook his head trying to stay composed, "You two can go...I have a meeting to attend..."
"Aaj hi meeting...is that necessary..." Sara cursed him and he sighed
"Sara please...already..." he massaged his temple
"Okay...fine..." Sara interrupted and he sighed getting inside the car before she argued further while Zoya who was witnessing the interaction between two smiled sadly looking at Sara before opening the car door of her side...
"You are right...he is such a kharoos..." Sara whispered in Zoya's ear as she sat inside and both giggled...
"See you in the evening..." She said before the car sped off and sighed, "Idiot...I hope for things will work out as per your plan Shaad..." cursing Asad and praying for better she dialed Shaad's number while walking on her way out...
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Ishq hai sehra...Ishq hai dariya...
Ishq junoon hai...zahmat hai...
Replying Humeira's message Zoya shoved her phone in her hand bag and glanced towards Asad, his arms crossed in front while his eyes closed as he sat resting his head back... From the past two days she hadn't seen him a bit relax...he seemed disturbed... Her fingers curled on the seat as she felt the urge to smooth those lines on his forehead away... She looked away startled as he stirred before straightening up... Looking out of the window she wondered how her life would be here after...
Her decision reflects both...a hope and a fear... And there was no escape...
A lot going on in her mind...She wanted to talk to him...ask him many things...she was also ready to listen whatever he has decided...but not for the ignorance...that he was doing from the beginning... She was at a verge of exploding in the morning...
Zoya was up early in the morning as their flight for Mumbai was scheduled at 7.40 am, checking her stuff she placed her bag aside and was going out as Dilshad called her when hearing the click of bathroom door she stopped... "Umm...do you need anything...um...coffee or..." she asked as he came out of the bathroom...
"Nahi..." he replied not bothering to look at her and she sighed turning to go out...
"Wo...um...Zoya..." She halted in her steps as he called from behind, it was the first time in their two days married life he called her by her name... Even though she could sense hesitation in his voice, she liked it... A small smile lifted on her lips and she turned...
Her gaze met with him for a moment before he looked other way and pushing away all the thoughts she waited for him to continue...
Placing the towel aside he turned towards her, "Wo...actually...I was thinking..." he massaged his temple and she inhaled deeply, sure that something unwilling coming on her way again... she walked towards him when he didn't continue, she could sense his troubled state, "What is it Mr. Khan?"
He looked up, "See, it's because of my work I have to rush but you can stay here longer...no need to..." he stopped looking at her changing expression, "I mean...it...umm...if...you need some time..."
"Time for what?" she asked trying to keep calm...
She was actually furious, for whole two days he didn't find it necessary to talk anything with her and now when she was ready to go with him he was asking her to stay back...for what?? Why he was just ignoring her when they need to talk...wasn't it necessary?? And why he was taking decisions alone where she was involved...??
"I guess...as now I am your wife I should be with you..." She couldn't help but give him the idea of what she thinks...aware of what might come on her way... And he narrowed his eyes...
"She is right Asad..." before he could again explain the reality of their marriage or in his words arrangement Dilshad interrupted
"There is no need for her to stay here..." She said entering inside and smiled as she caressed Zoya's head lovingly, "Everything just happen in a rush, tumhe ek dusare ko jaanne ka waqt hi nahi mila..." Zoya smiled at her and glanced at Asad who was not at all pleased... "You both need this time to know each other..." Dilshad said looking towards Asad
Zoya looked away feeling Asad's gaze on her that obviously held resentment... You have to face the consequences now Mr. Khan...' she thought as he turned mumbling something under his breath...
Kab tak mujhe ignore karenge aap...now there is no escape..." She glanced back before walking out of the room with Dilshad...
Car stopped near a black metallic gate and she came out of her thoughts...
Just 10-15 seconds of wait and Asad looked out irritated... She shook her head, she actually started to enjoy that look on his face when he irritates over childish issues... massaging his temple he was ready to blast when finally the gates did open allowing the car to enter inside... She looked out excitedly...It was a white single storey house with a small lawn in front... An instant a smile graced her lips thinking about her new home... She had envisioned lots of things about her home...
Asad got out of the car... She watched him talking with the caretaker and getting out of the car herself she looked around... It was a small but beautiful lawn and she could see that the care-taker had taken good care of it even though the house was abandoned for years... She got to know from Dilshad that it was Asad's friend's house who was settled in London with his family...he was in search of a buyer and when Asad decided shifting to Mumbai Rashid insisted Asad to buy it instead of staying in some rented apartment...
Crossing the small pathway and three concrete steps she looked around the front porch that was spacious enough to her liking and she made a mental note of having a porch swing hanging out on it... Startled she looked back and watched him unlocking the front door...and the sudden sadness took over all the joy she was experiencing a moment ago... How she wished it would be a different scenario than the reality... Taking a deep breath she pushed her all thoughts aside and followed him inside...
Tanhaa adhoora sa...khaamosh lamha sa...
Tehra hua hai dill yaha...
Whatever may be the consequences; now she had to face it...it was her own decision afterall... Standing on the threshold she watched the man who was her husband now...behaving like she didn't even exist... and a small sad smile lifted on her face You do care or not but you are the reason for my existence now...aapse wo rishta joorh gaya hai...jo mere dill aur destiny dono ko qubool hai...so now you accept or not but I am your wife...and even though you don't want I have tobe with you...aap ke sath nahi toh aap ke peeche hi sahi... ' she stepped inside her new home...with a hope...letting aside the fear...for a while...
Ringing sound of her phone and she startled...walking inside she searched her mobile in her hand bag...
Placing the bag near a sectional that took over almost half space of the living room, Asad walked past her and she sighed... Placing the hand bag on the front coffee table she looked at the screen of her mobile and smiled as it shown Aapi calling'
Her gaze hovered on the surrounding while she was talking with Zeenat... Her eyes brimmed with tears as she chatted with happy as well as worried Zeenat- Anwar and excited Humeira who wants to know everything about her new home... Answering Humeira's questions and promising her for a video call later she crossed the living room that open to the dining-kitchen area... She lingered inside the kitchen taking a good look of white and grey light granite countertops and dark espresso cabinets... Assuring Zeenat that everything was fine and would call later she disconnected the call while walking out of the kitchen... Turning to the left she crossed the small corridor which lead her towards three other rooms...one was a small and looks like a study room as she noticed some books and files there while other two were bedrooms...
Coming back to the living room she watched Asad as he slumped on the sofa tiredly...she stared at him for a moment... Suddenly it felt awkward...taking small steps towards him she was about to call him when he got up...
"Um...wo...do you need anything?" He asked as she stood on her place staring at him
She nodded her head in negative and he hummed, "I have to go in some time..." he said while picking up his bag, "I'll be late..." He mumbled as he rummaged in the pocket of his jeans, pulling out keys he looked up, "keys..." She just stared at him as he handed one set of keys to her and walked past her ending the one sided conversation...
Zoya sighed as he disappeared in one of the room... Collecting her stuff she tried not think about anything for a moment... Her mind needs to be blank for some time... Opening the door of the other room that was the opposite of Asad's room she walked inside... Placing her stuff aside she sighed looking around her room that painted with classic grey... She admired the large airy room and an instant smile graced her lips... I'll love it...' Rushing forward and sliding the glass door she walked out in the balcony that open in the lawn... Breathing in the fresh air and forgetting all the issues in life for some moments she walked inside...
"Hmm..." She tiredly dropped herself on the bed and closed her eyes...but they snapped open as soon as Asad's thought touched her mind... Staring at the ceiling she shook her head and turned onto her side hugging the pillow and burrowing her face into the softness... She was too tired to think about the strange behavior of the man who was now her husband whom she loved with all her heart...
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--- CHAPTER SIX (B) ---
Kis pe karun zaahir...
Hain dard kya aakhir...
Kyon sukoon mujh se khafa...
Getting fresh Asad walked out of his room... Looking around and not finding Zoya anywhere he sighed with relief walking towards the kitchen...
He wasn't in a state to face her or discuss anything... He was aware that he was doing wrong but then he himself didn't know how to solve the mess... He didn't get a moment to relax in last few days and he badly need some time himself... That was the reason actually he asked her to stay back but her sudden strange behavior stunned him... Wife...seriously...from where she gets the idea when he had explained everything before...'
This girl!!!' he shook his head wondering what new trouble she was going to create for him... Such a trouble she is...' he whimpered thinking over all the encounters he had with her while putting a coffeepot to boil on the stove... and his eyes shut tight realizing he was actually thinking about her when he needed to think about the solution to solve the mess... Massaging his forehead he inhaled...
Pouring himself a cup of coffee he walked out of the kitchen... A cup of strong black coffee was all he desired at the moment to soothing his stressed senses... Overpowered by guilt, he was feeling like killing himself... He couldn't even breathe with the burden...that was getting heavy with the time...
He settled himself on the beanbag chair by the french window of the living room...looking out while sipping his coffee...
"Asad, I am not Zoya's father but she is not less than Humeira to me...my elder daughter...that she always to me and so as a father getting worried is abovious na..." Patting on Asad's shoulder Anwar said, they were at airport "She acted childish sometimes but she has a heart of gold...after her parents demise we tried to give her all the happiness but still something is incomplete in her life... I always wished to find the right man who will fill her life with all the happiness...and I am sure Asad I couldn't have found anybody more suitable...I could trust you but still..." he paused getting emotional, "take care of my daughter..."
"Don't worry Anwar..." Rashid said coming towards them, "Zoya is Asad's responsibility now...aur mujhe bharosa hai apne bte par...dekh lena Zoya ko tumhari yaad bhi nahi aane dega wo..."
Placing the empty cup aside he rubbed his palms over his face tiredly... Whole ride from Bhopal to Mumbai those words of trust tortured him... What he had done...not only his family but Zoya and her family had that trust in him and he just fooled everyone...'how could he? now what he could do...?' his equation with Zoya was not so good from the beginning but that doesn't mean he could play with her life...where his senses were when he asked her for this... arrangement... Qubool hai' he shut his eyes as the words pealed in his mind ... Why...why I did this stupidity...??' His jaw clinched as something troubled him...that he couldn't bear... He breathed trying to keep calm... The situation was getting worst...and it should stop somewhere now...he wasn't able to bear anymore...but now any decision he took would affect many and he had to think wisely...
He sighed checking the time... Mr. Singhania asked him not to hurry...he was ready to wait for some more time as he got to know about Asad's marriage... But Asad...he wasn't ready to wait...he need to start his work as soon as possible and when it comes to work, nothing could distract him...actually his work was the only thing that could help him to forgot all the issues in life...
Rising up he walked into the kitchen, rinsed his cup and placed it in the sink before heading towards his room... getting ready in his three piece suit he came out...
Zoya wasn't around and thinking about informing her he turned towards her room... standing in front of the closed door he was contemplating... Finally he knocked on the door but didn't get any reply... I have informed her already' he thought moving back but then again turning he pushed the door open carefully... It wasn't locked and he peeped inside... Finding her sleeping peacefully he moved back closing the door...and collecting his stuff walked out of the house...
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After good four hours of sound sleep Zoya came out of her room all fresh...only to met with the empty house... Hmm...he had left...at least he could have informed but no...' she mumbled finding his room empty and walked out...
Let's feed yourself Zoya...and then think about what to do with your Husband...' She thought walking into the kitchen, Urghh!!! Now what? I am starving...' she huffed not finding anything that could help her growling stomach... Allah Miya!!! I have to cook!!!' Iske bare mein maine socha hi nahi...' biting her nails she thought worriedly as the realization dawn on her...that her cooking skills were limited to coffee, omlete, noodles and maybe sandwiches...
Urgh!!!' finally settling on coffee with some cookies, she came out of the kitchen...
Allah!!! I have to do some grocery shopping too...and I don't have any idea what actually I needs in kitchen...' She thought after disconnecting the call with Sara... Sara had called to inform that she would come in an hour and asked Zoya to make list of things she needed...
Getting up she headed towards her room to get ready deciding to call her Aapi for help...
*********
Shopping with Sara was fun and helped Zoya to divert her mind from all the issues for some time... She denied for having a dinner out and Sara didn't force her... Instead she bought some food for dinner, because she was tired after shopping session and before experimenting something in the kitchen she have to do some research for which her tired self did not allow and then first time she was going to cook and that too for Asad, so she didn't want to take any risk...
Hmph...it's so much tiring...' Sara slumped on the sofa after helping Zoya in arranging everything
Hmm...' Sitting beside Sara Zoya looked at her sadly, Sara wait for sometime na, Mr. Khan aa jayenge...phir sath me dinner karenge..." Zoya requested her for the fifth time; she was actually feeling guilty for ruining Sara's dinner plan...but then Asad denied joining them and she doesn't feel in her having dinner without him...
Zoya...enough now...it's okay, I can understand...tum aaj ka dinner apne Mr. Khan ke sath kar lena...we'll go some other day and I won't listen any excuse then...' Sara assured her, Now I have to go...'
Zoya sighed getting up and walked out with Sara...
God this look!' noticing sober look of Zoya Sara sighed, Now you stop thinking about me and go get ready for dinner with Mr. Kharoos Husabnd of yours...' Zoya finally smiled at her comment...
Bidding bye to Sara she walked inside... Suddenly it felt empty...she did know that fear she was experiencing sometimes thinking about her decision... Shaking her head she settled on the beanbag with her laptop...but her gaze was fixed out in the lawn...darkness was growing outside so as the heaviness she was feeling inside... Averting her gaze she looked at the laptop screen and clicking on the folder that contains her wedding photos she recalled the day when she said Qubool hai... Yes...she has accepted him and she would fight for him...for her husband...for her love...she'll fight to bring that smile back that she desired to see on his face...'
Something flashed outside and she looked up... Post lanterns lit up evaporating the darkness and brightening the whole lawn again...a smile graced her lips...placing the laptop aside she walked out...
Walking towards the watchman she inquired about the lamp that was not working and asking him to change it she walked inside...with a smile...
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Dard hai jo halka sa...
Khaab khaab chalka sa...
It was 8:30 when Asad reached home... Hoping for having some sound sleep that he needed badly he walked inside and his forehead creased... Zoya was sitting in the living room, engrossed in reading something... He didn't expect her home...he thought she must be with Sara and will return late...
Sensing his presence Zoya looked up from the book she was reading, "Aap aa gaye..."
"Hmm..." he just hummed walking towards his room...
"Umm...Mr. Khan..." she called getting up and he turned back, "umm...no...nothing..." she cursed herself not understanding why she was feeling awkward suddenly...
"What is it?" noticing her confused state he asked
"Nothing...wo...aap fresh hokar aaiye main dinner lagati hun..."
"You were waiting for me?" He inquired
"Umm...yes..."
"Tsk..." his hand reached his temple, "I said it already that I'll be late and that means I won't come for dinner..." he was not pleased
"But..." She looked down not knowing what to say, she was upset...
"See...no need to do this all...I don't understand why you are behaving strange when we both are aware of this..." He paused and she looked up...
"Arrangement..." She raised her brows completing his sentence and he looked other way...
"Don't you think we need to talk Mr. Khan?" She hadn't intended raising the topic but the word arrangement hit her and somewhere she was hurt... She has expected just a peaceful dinner with him... but he was just not ready to even being around her... She wants to know what was going on in his mind...and most importantly she wanted to tell him something... His ignorance bothering her...pushing her into that strange fear...
"Hmmm..." he let out a deep breath walking towards the sofa, things definitely will not go as per my plan' Placing the laptop bag aside he sat down, I know we should talk'
She watched him as he ran fingers through his hair and cursed herself noticing his tired self... We'll talk later Mr. Khan...I am sorry..." her anger vanished in guilt
He looked up at her narrowing his eyes and shook his head, "Just let finish it once...that will be better for both of us..."
"You think this all is that easy to finish"
"See...I know it has become complicated...but we need to think about the solution... it should stop somewhere ..."
She took a deep breath, "What if I want to give it a chance...I mean..." His gaze sharpened...posture straightened and she stopped...
"What?" "What made you think like that...I have already made it clear to you...my plans are different and there is no place for these all responsibilities..." He snapped and she looked down feeling the lump in her throat... He sighed, first time feeling guilty for her but that was just for a moment until his mind put forward a reason in his defense, You didn't force her to help...it was her decision...'
"See...I can understand but I didn't force you for this...you should have backed out if..." She looked at him and he stopped... Somewhere he knew that defense of his was all wrong...
"That was just half an hour before our engagement you asked me to back out..." she snapped but an instant regretted it... She doesn't want to talk about the past happenings now...she doesn't want to blame him or herself in that matter...they both had taken the decision that suits to their situation at that moment and now both have to face the consequences... She just wanted to think about her present and future that she imagined with him... "I know you have already cleared it..." she was composed, "but don't you think we should at least try to..."
He got up and she moved a step back, "Are you crazy...dimaag kharab hua hai tumhara...from the beginning I told you that it's an arrangement for some time...I don't want to confine myself in any relation..."
"Nikaah hua hai humara Mr. Khan..." She interrupted, "Nikaah koi arrangement nahi hoti...how could you assume those all rituals as fake...nothing was fake..." "At least not for me..." She closed her eyes mumbling last words to herself... and she looked up trying to keep her racing heart calm, "I wasn't also ready for this responsibility but I am ready to try...try for the best..." "Kabhi na kabhi toh yeh responsibility leni hi hai na...toh ab kyun nahi..."
"Nahi leni mujhe..." he yelled making her stop, "Kabhi nahi...I don't want to..."
"You have already taken it Mr. Khan..." She cut his words, "when you said Qubool hai...so now face it..." She raised her brows challenging him
"Will you stop this nonsense..." he gritted his teeth moving forward and she stepped back, "It would be better if you fixed it into your mind for once that...Yeh Nikaah mere liye koi maayne nahi rakhta..." He gazed into her eyes
She felt a sting in her heart...his words stabbed her heart and she tried hard to ignore the pain... "But mere liye maayne rakhta hai..." she said meeting his gaze...
"Just stop this..." he growled moving back...running fingers through his hair he looked other way... He needs to be calm...' taking a deep breath he looked towards her, "I can understand if you are not ready to tell your family, we can wait for some time and when you are ready I'll explain it to everyone..." he tried to make her understand
"You are ready to break everyone's trust, their expectations, their hopes but you are not ready to give this relation a chance...why Mr. Khan?" she asked and he shut his eyes getting annoyed
"Why don't you understand..." he was tired to argue, this was not what he expected... But when things happen as per my expectations...' he sighed
"Is it me..." his brows knitted as she asked, "I mean aapko mujhse koi problem hai...like..."
He cut her words realizing what she was going to ask, "How many times I have to make it clear, I don't want to get stuck in any relation...not with you and not with anyone else..." he snapped before walking towards his room and she sighed...
Betaab lamhon mein...Benaam aashqon mein...
Yeh aaks kis ka ban gaya...
Ghum ko aazmaane de...
Dill ko chot khaane de...
Kya hai chale kuch to pata...
What I am doing...what I will get forcing him...' She thought as she slumped on the sofa... She was hurt... her mind was asking her to stop this stupidness but then there was her heart...
Everything was in control of her heart...
Heart that fall for him...
Heart that want to squeeze all bitterness out from his life...
Heart that desired to see that smile...
Heart that wished a chance...
Heart that dreamed a future...with him...
Heart that had already taken the risk...
Heart that was ready to fight...
And... Heart that was ready to get hurt...too...
Getting up she walked inside her room, she was aware; it's not going to be easy... But she wants to try... She was not going to give up...
His words kept ringing in her mind as she stared at the ceiling... I may have reacted this way only if someone would have forced me for something that I don't want...' getting up she sighed, I should say sorry...'
Getting out of her room she stood in front of the closed door of Asad's room... Umm...subah bol dungi...' not finding courage to face him she turned and walked towards the kitchen...
What she had planned and how it turned out...she had no desire to eat... and keeping the food inside the fridge she decided to make a coffee for herself when sensing something she looked up and her gaze met with his...
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Damn this girl...why she is hell-bent on making this all more complicated...' Getting rid of his suit jacket he walked inside the washroom... I am planning to solve the issue calmly and she is testing my patience...' He was furious...
Taking a shower he walked out of his room to get a cup of coffee that would help his aching head... He didn't notice her presence in kitchen till his gaze met with her and he cursed himself for his absent mind... He doesn't want to face her...at least not at this instant...
I am sorry Mr. Khan...' Before he moved back her words reached his ears and he stopped
I didn't intend to force you for anything...I just wanted to explain what I thought...this is not something where you alone can take decision...main at least apna view bata sakti hun...right?' She asked hoping his sensible reply but he just stay rooted on his spot, looking other way... I am just asking for sometime Mr. Khan...lets just see if it works...' she stopped as she noticed him frowning
"You want some time..." he asked meeting her gaze, "You want to try...Okay...fine...but there you have to follow some rules..." he crossed his arms and her eye lids shut for a moment before she looked at him...
"It's you who want to try so don't expect anything from me..." "I won't interfere in your life and its fine with me till your presence not affects my work, my routine, my life..."
Her eyes twinkled with hope, "I am not going to interfere in anything Mr. Khan...but as we are living in same house you have to follow at least one rule..."
His eyes narrowed, "What Rule?"
"Breakfast and dinner together..." she sensed he was going to deny, "Please, I don't like to eat alone...and just eating together won't affect any of your routine right?" Before he could say anything she asked with a hope...
"Hmm..." He sighed and turned, "I'll try..." mumbling he walked out...he just need some peace...he was tired...
A smile lifted on Zoya's face as she watched him... "And I'll try too..."
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Instead going to his room, he settled on the sofa in the living room, his head was aching badly... Massaging his forehead he waited for her to walk out of the kitchen... He needed a strong black coffee...
Now at least she won't bother me...and I am sure it won't take long to change her view...she has to understand that she is wasting her time...and it will be better for her if she realize it soon...' he was thinking over his decision of giving her some time for trying to make it work...somewhere he was feeling guilty for playing with someone's life...but what he could do now...he knew, he was not able to give another chance to his broken heart... How is it going to work in the first place when I won't be invested...?'
He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw a steaming cup of coffee in front of him... He turned to his side to see Zoya standing with a cup of coffee...
Coffee...' she placed the cup on the table in front...with a packet of Aspirin
Take it...You'll feel better...' She smiled before walking towards her room while he just stared at the cup...
Before closing her room door she glanced at him... I need your inputs to make it work Asad...and this is your first step...thank you...'
He shoved his face in his palms and inhaled before moving forward... He took a cup and she breathed in relief... She watched him sipping the drink...his features relaxed a bit...and a smile lifted on her lips...
Tu hai mere jeene ki wajah...
O...Jaanaaa...
--- PRECAP---
He walked out of the kitchen and she stared at his back...
Urgh!! Kharoos!!!' She huffed as he disappeared in his room and her gaze turned towards the mess she had created in the kitchen... What is the need to do the experiments like this' she mimicked him looking at the dough and wondered how she is going to change the consistency of that too sticky dough... A sigh let out of her mouth looking at the rice...that was very hard and nowhere near ready to eat...
"Allah Miya!!! What's wrong with this rice...still it is hard after thirty minutes of simmering..." she groaned
"Nothing wrong with rice...it's the proportion of rice to water you have to know when you cook rice" A voice reached her ears and she looked up startled...
"Umm...Mr. Khan...wo..." she stammered as he stood crossing his arms
"Move..." he ordered walking inside
"Huh!!' She stared at him stunned as he stood besides her checking the rice... In what proportion you add water...' he asked
"Umm...wo..." she looked at him nervously and he shook his head
She watched him as he added some water in rice and let it simmer on a low flame
"Move this all aside..." he ordered and walked towards the fridge and she rushed ahead to clean the countertop...
She moved back from the sink and watched him chopping the vegetables and stared at him agape... Her gaze was fixed on the knife in his hand...she couldn't believe, he was cutting the vegetables like a pro... Her gaze moved to his face... His focused stern look...she just couldn't avert her gaze from his handsome face... and she realized she would love watching him working around the kitchen...
Sudden ringing sound brought her back from her admiring session
"Shaad..." he looked at his mobile irritated and placed it aside, "Curd..." ignoring the call he asked Zoya for curd and she walked towards the fridge when again his phone ringed...
"Tsk...Tell him that I'll call later..." Looking at the screen irritated Asad asked Zoya to receive the call from shaad
"Hii Shaad...umm...he'll call later..." Zoya replied receiving the call
"Why, where is he?" Shaad inquired from the other side
"He is in the kitchen..." she said and Asad glared at her
"Yes...I can't believe Shaad..." she said excitedly as Shaad inquired further in surprise, "Mr. Khan can cook...that too like a..." She moved back as Asad turned...
He grabbed her wrist to take a phone from her, "Don't you..." She gasped at his touch and he stopped... Shaad's voice come from the other end as her finger pressed on the speaker icon... "I know his cooking skills Zoya...and you know sometimes I wonder what he is doing in the office when actually he should be in the kitchen..." Zoya looked at him nervously moving back but he pulled her and snatched the phone from her hand... He loosened his hold on her wrist and she stumbled back...
Sorry...' his hand wrapped around her and she gasped... Her heart raced feeling him close...
"You know Zoya, it was our last year in college..." their gaze moved towards the phone in his other hand... "Girls challenged him..." Shaad continued and Asad growled moving back...
Placing the device in Zoya's hand he turned mumbling something like, Crazy people'
Zoya giggled as Shaad kept explaining her about Asad's cooking skills...
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So like Mr. Husband in the kitchen...😳
I know you would also love seeing him working around the kitchen...so enjoy the scene until I come with next update...
Why until I come with update??
Because...it won't remain as cute as it looks right now...😆
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