Asya Nobody But You FF - Page 4

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Update: Hi Lovelies! Thanks for all the awesome words. Here is the next chapter. Hope you guys enjoy! Please leave your comments down below :D

P.S.: Text reference to Griffin is scientist griffin.

Chapter 6

“Aur Aahista Kijiye Baatein”

Her breath had not yet returned to normal when she closed the door behind her. Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan was becoming a tougher challenge to understand day by day. She decided to dissect his behavior since the day that wretched table had decided to make an appearance in her way.

1. He had become a fire spitting Godzilla when she had mentioned about bringing Laddu home obviously not trusting her plans, almost biting her head off when she had hurt her foot or better his precious Tanu’s foot.

She couldn’t help but cringe at the memory.

2. Accompanied by his indifference. He had ignored her for those couple days just like she had ignored him.

The two behaviours — his anger and indifference — were Asad’s usual code of conduct towards her. Something she was used to. Unfortunately.

But where does she even begin to explain what had happened a few minutes ago! Her mind still spun with confusion, she was just so unsure of what to make of the bizarre yet exhilarating conversation. He had been so calm, so polite, so unlike himself with almost all his walls down. Almost. He had apologized to her ­, out of all the things, something he never did. And to top it all off, looked into her eyes like… like… like that. It had knocked the breath dry out of her lungs.

Zoya knew there was no denying anymore. She had accepted it long ago, without even realizing, that she had indeed fallen in love with her Jahapanah six packs; her tummy swarmed by butterflies as she finally said it out loud for the first time.

“Allah Miyan! I am in love with Asad Ahmed Khan”, she exclaimed breathless.

Gosh! How was she even supposed to fall asleep tonight?

The turning and tossing had eventually exhausted Asad’s body but his heart still danced. The freak named Laddu was not going to be anywhere Zoya. He wouldn’t have to pretend like he didn’t care while it clawed him on the inside. But that wasn’t one of the only reasons his heart rejoiced. He had finally got it together and apologized.

So many things had gone unsaid.

So many unheard.

Every time he looked into her eyes, he had lost his train of thought. He didn’t know what came over him tonight. Maybe he was scared of losing her. It felt just like the day when he had left her to take the bus home on that stupid highway. The day Tanveer stepped back into his life.

Tanveer!

Only he knew the patience that stopped him from going out and wringing her neck. And he just instinctively knew why he needed Zoya to sit beside him so badly tonight. Because if she hadn’t, nothing would have stopped him from going out and confronting Tanveer.

He just could not believe it. What had become of her? He had refused to believe the things Prasad disclosed to him at first. Thinking it was a case of mistaken identity. There was no way Tanu could be so vile. Yes, she was behaving very weirdly, especially towards him but he had partly hired the investigator to make sure she was safe too. With her burnt factory and really nowhere to go, he feared the wind of desperation would maneuver her towards the wrong direction. She had been avoiding him every time he asked what she did during the day. So he knew whatever she was going on about with that nurse, she was not going to disclose it to him.

Asad exhaled a long shaky breath. His hands balled into fists by his side, knuckles turning white as he clutched the edge of his bed violently. The only thing stopping him from bursting through the door.

“Well, apparently there is a whole goddamn tornado swerving her into the dark pits of hell. To even think of the number of lies she had come up with”, he bellowed into the walls in front of him. It made him sick. He needed to get her out of his house.

As the night turned darker, all coherent thoughts left the Khan Villa leaving behind just a handful of dreams. Dreams that sometimes sleep-talked themselves out. Dreams mixed with hope, happiness and fear.

A light knock on the door brought Ayaan out of his reverie. His mind going blank, as he took in the sight, the girl in red standing in front of him. He didn’t know why he had never paid attention to this before but Humaira was beautiful. She looked beautiful now with her kohl lined eyes and what was that she had done to her hair. It looked different. Mesmerizing.

“Ayaan”, she called out again

“Haan”

“Are you okay? I have been talking to you for the past minute now” Ya Allah! I hope I don’t look too red and weird. Ye nuzzhat bhi na! Why does she need to doll me up so much for a stupid birthday party? That too not even mine.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired. Tum batao kya baat karni thi” Have I been always so ignorant or this is the first time? Or is it because he had started to see her in a different light because of the ultimate Nikaah sentence he had given himself.

“ Your Ammi is looking for you. She’s been calling out for past couple minutes”

“Are you going out?” he blurted before he could stop. Why was she so dressed up? He couldn't let her leave alone looking like that.

“Haan, Zakira’s birthday remember” I knew it was too red

“Oh”

“You… um… you look very nice” Ayaan didn’t know if her suit was more red or her flushed face.

She murmured a faint thank you before speeding out the door. Before he could see her cheeks hurting from the smile that adorned her glowing face.

As the unusually quiet morning dawned upon Khan Villa, the constant messy clamor of silverware against each other was nowhere to be heard.

Where is she?

“Kuch doondh rahe ho Asad?” Dilshad pointed out as she saw her son’s neck straining in the direction of Zoya’s room too much too often. She tried not to smile.

Asad nodded in negative and hid behind his newspaper. He couldn’t hide the chagrin on his face anymore. He knew he kind of abruptly left last night but he had been polite hadn’t he? Then where was she? Was she still upset with him?

“Okay Ammi. I am off to college. Allah hafiz Bhaijaan” Najma declared breaking the silence.

“Allah hafiz” he hoped he didn’t sound as blue as he felt.

Dilshad tried to cover up her laugh with a small cough.

“ Is Zoya done her breakfast already?” Dilshad continued not missing the sharp turn of his head in her direction.

“ I don’t know” he replied a little too irately. Not like she tells me when she decides to become Griffin.

“Did you talk to her lately? I haven’t seen her since yesterday” she enquired unrelenting.

“Umm…” Asad was confused by the turn of conversation. He felt like he was being put on the spot.

“Not really” he replied suddenly paying attention to the toast in front of him. Why was he lying?

“Really? It didn’t look like it in the garden last night”

Asad froze mid bite. His Ammi was onto him.

He then rushed to his room in a frenzy, his frozen stupor broken by the shrill noise of his ringtone. Saved by the bell! Thank God Allah Miyan. But he missed the smirk that followed.

He was not getting off so easy.

Tanveer was having a bad day. A very bad day! The doctor’s office had refused to give her the remaining charts.

She needed money and she needed it soon!

Blackmailing Imran had not worked one bit. He had decided to come clean if she ever were to mention it. Damn him! But all was not lost. She’d bring out her bechari naari card if she had to. Imran was an idiot anyways.

But her only big ploy left now was Asad Ahmed Khan.

He had not responded to her touches or slips of her dupatta. She had not missed his long stares towards Zoya’s room and neither had she missed the broken look on Zoya’s face. The hotshot Miss New York was going to ruin her plan. She had to get rid of her. Quick.

“Enough! This is ridiculous”

Zoya marched up to her door determined. Her body felt sluggish and her stomach growled. If she didn’t put food in her system now she was going to faint. Just because Mr. Khan was out there with his mind-boggling perfection didn’t mean she had to starve. She was going to look him in the eye and pretend like nothing had happened.

She creaked the door ever so slightly to step out only to stop dead in her tracks. Zill-e-illahi had decided to mark the now sun-lit kitchen with his presence too. She groaned under her breath. Seems like fainting would have to do for now.

Her steps halted again as she eavesdropped on the conversation a few feets apart. Asad’s voice was unsually tender and… sad?

Her hand froze on the handle refusing to turn the knob.

“ It doesn’t matter if I won’t be there with you in person. I am always with you” Asad continued in a heart wrenching voice.

Zoya’s heart dropped. Allah Miyan! Who was he talking to?

“Ayaan, I can’t be there. Try to understand”

Oh! Raabart, she realized with relief. Can’t be where though?

“Ayaan I cannot come to your engagement. I am sorry” Asad finished the phone call with a tone that ended the conversation.

He just couldn’t believe that his baby brother was getting married and his sorry past prevented him to be there for him. It seemed like he was growing more and more morose day by day. He tried not to crush the glass of water in his hands. He wanted to seethe and rage! He was afraid to be with the love of his life thanks to his spineless father, his ex best friend was a big time fraudster and he can’t even witness the most important day of his brother’s life because of his complicated past. He looked up at ceiling hoping to find some kind of relief.

Zoya stepped in before Asad could turn to her side, her brain putting two and two together instantly. Ayaan was getting engaged? She is gonna have to put him into a headlock until he apologizes about not spilling the beans sooner.

And,

Mr. Khan was in pain. She didn’t have to look at his face. His voice had burned with regret and agony.

Something vibrating in her pocket brought her out of her thoughts.

Before Ayaan could answer, Zoya declared into the receiver “Raabart, we need a game plan”

Nobody makes her Jahapanah sad.

Ah! I am so much in love with Dillu😍😘

Raabert Mona game on!!😆

Originally posted by: parakshi

Ah! I am so much in love with Dillu😍😘

Raabert Mona game on!!😆

Our Dillu was one of the best parts of the show. ❤️ Let's see if asad finally finds out who raabart is 😉

Yeah! Would love to see Asad's reaction 😁

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I love Dilshad and uff I really missed Rabert and Mona, and their plans. Can't wait to read more!!! ☺

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Originally posted by: asadzoya14

Thanks for the pm 😘 and amazing update ❤

I love Dilshad and uff I really missed Rabert and Mona, and their plans. Can't wait to read more!!! ☺

Please update soon!!!!

You’re welcome❤️ Hopefully i get some time in for writing by next week

Nice update dear

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Zoya can’t see her jahpannah sad & now mona rabert plan on.

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