AsYa OS - Here Begins a Journey

He had to do it. Asad knew he did otherwise she would kill him. She had warned him earlier too but he had brushed her off thinking he would be fine, but now, he was for sure a goner. Gulping, he pushed open the door and stepped into the house. He let out a sigh of relief when he was met with silence and the brightness that lit up his mansion. He walked further into the house, trepidation slipping away when he met no one.

"You're late."

Asad froze in his tracks as the two words washed over him. The tone was biting and cold and he dreaded turning around to face her. But he had to do it. So he turned, swallowing the lump in his throat as his met her hard gaze.

"Zoya, hey!" He said then mentally slapped himself when her eyes flashed and she stalked towards him.

"Four hours. Four entire hour. I waited for you and you show up here, late, and say hey'? Hey'?" She hissed poking him in the chest with her finger. Asad felt beads of sweat form on his forehead and he gulped again as she glared at him icily.

"Well...I got...I got caught up...with work," he mumbled pathetically. If there was any way Zoya could've gotten angrier, this was it. She took a step back from him before turning around and stomping to the kitchen.

"Oh yes! Of course. Let's just remember that the office work is very important. More important than anything in this whole damned world," she said sarcastically as she grabbed the bowls from the kitchen counter and set them down on the glass table harshly. Asad flinched every time she slammed a cabinet shut whilst she continued to rant.

"Even when I tell you "Hey Mr. Khan, come home early!" but nooo, why would he do that? Akdu Ahmed Khan only loves his work," she continued before she stopped and glared at him as he stood next to the table watching her with a look of alarm on his face.

"Well sit down. Or do you still have other work to do?" She said brusquely. Asad pulled out a chair for her but let it go when she her glare became harsher, sitting down on his usual chair quietly. She seemed to have finished ranting for she brought out the plates and sat down in her chair (not the one he pulled out). Silence settled over them and Asad glanced at her as she served out the food with fire in her eyes before sitting down and beginning to eat.

"Zoya," he said after a few minutes of silence.

"What?" She asked not looking at him. This was when he knew that her anger had dissipated for her shoulders were not rigid anymore but rather slumped. Her hair hung around her face like a curtain, shielding it from him. If it were possible, Asad felt even more upset with himself when he realised that anger had given way to hurt. He scooted his chair closer to her and took her hand in his. She didn't say anything and nor did she look at him.

Asad sighed before reaching forward and tucking her hair behind her ear so he could see her face. She was looking down at her plate and sure enough, there was a small pout on her lips. He brought her hand to his lips and brushed his lips across her fingers gently.

"I'm sorry," he said. But she didn't look at him. He kissed her knuckle and she glanced at him before looking away again.

"So sorry," he said kissing the inside of her wrist. One more glance was sent his way, lingering, before her eyes moved away once more. Asad tugged her closer and smiled against the skin of her forearm when she moved to give him more access. He kissed his way up her forearm, before nipping gently at the skin on the inside of her elbow. He heard a soft sigh and when he looked up she was watching him, her eyes still forlorn. Asad shifted off his seat and kissed his way up to her shoulder as he maneuvered his body to come up behind her.

"I'm sorry, Zoya," he said into her ear as he kissed her cheek. She turned her face towards him and pouted.

"Why are you apologising? You know I can't stay mad at you forever," she said. Asad let out a deep breath before he pulled her onto her feet and wrapped his arms around her. She came ever so willingly and eagerly, latching onto him tightly. Her cheek pressed against the crook of his neck while his lips pressed against the top of her head.

"I really wished you hadn't been late today of all days," she whispered, her voice muffled as she snuggled closer to him.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said, mentally beating himself.

"I had everything planned and had to cancel at 10 because you didn't show up and the restaurant was closing," she explained. He pulled back from her to cup her face and kiss her nose.

"I would've come early but there was an urgent meeting called at the last minute to finalise a deal with the folks in New York," he told her. She gave him a small smile and he kissed her nose again.

"Did it go well?" She asked. He grinned at her and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Let's forget all that. I believe our dinner is getting cold," he said motioning to the small last minute meal she had prepared. She smiled at him and the two sat down to eat. Plates were cleared quickly and Zoya once again found herself in his arms as he swooped her off her feet and carried her upstairs to his room.

He set her on the bed and she tugged him closer, within seconds, their lips found each other. They connected with ease and Zoya looped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her, lips dancing ever so deliciously against each other. She pulled away from him when she felt his tongue swipe at her bottom lip to look up at him mischievously.

"Oh no, Mr. Khan. Not so quick. We talk first. Specially since you made me wait this long," she grinned at him. Asad raised an eyebrow at her and she stuck her tongue out at him. He pulled back to rid himself of his tie and Zoya set to work on his shirt. Once his torso was bared to her gaze, Zoya twisted around and pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his waist. Her hands sat against his chest and she smiled down at him cockily.

"Zoya, come on," he said trying to get up but she pushed him down and glared at him. He gave up immediately and his palms found their way up to her waist.

"Well?" He asked.

"Well what?"

"What do you want?" He asked as if stating the obvious. But Zoya only smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again. Just when his lips began to respond to her she pulled back.

"Zoya. Spit it out," he said, his eyes darkening. Zoya's smile widened and she bent down once more to kiss him, just like the previous time she pulled away the moment his lips began to move against hers. He seemed to have caught on to her plan and didn't look too pleased.

"Zoya," he said once more.

"Oh shut up. You showed up late and now are being a pain in my neck," she said to him rolling her eyes. He tried to sit up but she pushed him down again.

"Woman, you get like this when you want something so spit it out," he said to her rolling his eyes. She looked at him disapprovingly before she flicked his nose. He yelped and glared at her rubbing his abused nose.

"I want a baby, Asad," she said. Asad froze as he heard her words and looked up at her, his hand still on his nose.

"Today marks a year since we got married and we've never been physical because you never have the time," she said to him, her arms crossing over her chest. Zoya looked down at him, wondering whether or not he would be angry. He knew she wanted kids some day but they had never talked about it. But with their one year anniversary and his hectic schedule, Zoya had a lot of time to think and she had dreamt countless times of having a child that was born out of their love. She wanted to be a mother. More specifically, she wanted to be the mother of his child.

"I know we've never talked about it but I want to take that step into motherhood," she said to him, her hands coming down to remove his hand from where it was frozen on his nose. The two looked at each other in silence as they tried to collect their thoughts. It was Zoya who broke the silence...by sneezing.

Her sneeze seemed to have brought Asad out from his daze and he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time while she rubbed away at her nose to get rid of the itchy feeling. Zoya glanced up at him and grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry," she said chuckling at her untimely sneeze then shifted to move away. This movement triggered a switch in Asad's mind and he wrapped his arm around her waist, switching their positions; his broad body looming over her tiny figure.

"You're scary when you're angry. You know that?" He asked. She sent him a dazzling smile and Asad knew in that moment that he was the world's biggest idiot for not giving his wife what they had both wanted but had never spoken of.

"What are you thinking?" She asked him, her fingers tracing his abs.

"I think it's time we start practising baby making," he grinned down at her as her eyes went wide with pleasant surprise before he swooped down to connect their lips.

"Happy anniversary Mrs. Khan," he whispered against her lips and a few seconds later, the clock downstairs chimed the midnight hour, bringing forth a new day and a new adventure for the couple that would soon embark on the journey of parenthood.

...Well after Asad deemed fit that they had practised enough.