~This is a new contest for me.. Well actually, it's a bit supernatural. I'll just write the prologue for now and when I'll finish (writing not updating) my story "A second chance", I'll take care of this one ^^. This story takes place when Asad and Zoya were at this farmhouse and danced on bol na halke ~
This contains some mature content not completely but still..
Prologue.
Zoya woke up, her head hurting as if she had been hit by a truck. She remembered hardly what happened the night before. She remembered being there with Asad, they had eaten these sweets that they bought on the road then..
"I don't even know how I can love you and hate you on the same time.." A voice came up in her mind. She frowned and got up, sitting on the bed and rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out of them.
She felt a cold breeze on her back and that's when it hit her! She looked under the covers to confirm her thoughts and saw her nude state! She was shocked! And what shocked her the most, was the firm butt she saw under there!
"Take me Mr Khan!" A voice said in her head. Oh my god! What happened last night!
"Mr Khan!" She said stuttering. Asad woke up from his dreams about doing naughty things to Zoya. He discovered the shocked woman next to him and realized what happened.
"Please tell me that it's a joke.." He pleaded.
"That's all you can say?! Don't you see that we are in deep trouble!" She shouted, earning for both of them a headache.
"Miss Farrooqui, please talk lower. I know that what we've done is bad but we can't change anything about it." He said and she muffled a sob. She tried to pick her clothes from the ground and Asad involuntarily saw her butt and he blushed furiously.
"Please bend forward. I want to see your butt against me." He said as she bent forward, putting her hands on the table as he plunged in the depths of her wetness again and again, like he wanted, her butt was slapping against his thighs each time he thrust in.
Asad felt himself tensed on realizing what he was dreaming about. He saw that Zoya had left to change herself so he decided to do the same.
When they had finished changing, they looked at each other ashamed.
"Mr Khan.." She called and he looked at her.
"Don't call me 'Mr Khan.' Call me by my name. Moan it." He said, kissing her neck. She moaned his name loudly and he let his cum fill her up while she milked him totally. Asad gripped her neck from behind and he whispered against her parted lips "I love you Zoya." then he ravaged her plump lips and she let slip from her throat a pleasurable moan.
"What are we going to do now?" She asked while she was playing with the hem of her shirt, the same hem he had tugged last night..
"I don't know..I mean ammi is sick. If I tell her that we slept together without being married she will be stressed for nothing.."
"For nothing? This isn't nothing Mr Khan! We had sex! Allah miyaan what's wrong with you?! This brother of yours will pay for it! Dammit! Why are you so stubborn to listen to us when we were claiming Rashid's innocence? Because of it, Ayaan and I had to do this in order to.." He slapped her, hard.
"How can you interfere with my problems Zoya? Do you see where it leaded us! Now I'll probably have to tie the knot with you just because of your 'I'm Zoya Farrooqui, I can do anything!' bullshit!" He spat and Zoya just held her sore cheek.
" I don't want to see you any more Miss Farrooqui! Get out of my sight right now!" He said then left, leaving Zoya behind.
Zoya got in the bus thinking about Mr Khan. He had acted worse than what she thought. She looked at her phone and saw that phuphi had called her an amount of times but she couldn't do this. She couldn't call her knowing that she would break into tears as soon as she would hear her sweet voice. Zoya closed her eyes while she thought about this again and again.
"Excuse me miss. May I ask you why you're so sad?" A girl around 15 asked her while playing with her hair.
"Love hurts." Zoya just said.
"But good things always hurt. Like when you eat pizza. It's good but when ammi cook it spicy, it kills the shit out of me! I'm Seher by the way."
"I'm Zoya." Zoya replied. This girl reminded her of someone but she didn't know who.
"I swear! My twin sister Sanam is all about tahzeeb and tameez! She uses to say things like 'Seher dress properly! Don't curse! You've forgotten to tidy your room..'" Seher said mocking her sister and Zoya giggled. Sanam was actually like Asad.
"You're so fu.." Zoya stopped talking as the bus met with an accident. She gripped Seher's hand tightly and she felt Seher hugging her.
"I love you ammi." She said and Zoya hit her head hard against the window just after that.
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