Lost Without You {AsYa FF} *on hold* - Page 14

Heyyyy ...finally you updateddd !

Loving how much Asad has changed for Zoya ...Hope to see more emotional scenes as well as romance between AsYa

Originally posted by: sj_qh_kabhi

Heyyyy you! Missed you? And it’s okay.. hope things will work out for you just find now! Thank you for the update amidst the chaos! Loved it. Want moreee♥️

Thank you so much! I finally found time to reply to your comments, I will try my best to give you a longer update this time! Since you have been so patient and understanding. Love you!💖

Originally posted by: tanvi_mitt

Hey an update .. I am so happy!

I love this Asad, how muc he changed and I hope Zoya realizes that soon enough.. waiting for their love to blossom 😊

Hope everything goes well for you now and welcome back!

So glad you like it! My laptop is going to go for fixing soon, so I guess I will be able to update much better after that. But for now I am posting through my phone, so don't worry about not getting updates!

And yeah, their love will blossom soon enough!😉

Love ya!💖

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

Heyyyy ...finally you updateddd !

Loving how much Asad has changed for Zoya ...Hope to see more emotional scenes as well as romance between AsYa

Emotional scenes and some saucy scenes are up next LOL. The latter is a bit later though haha

Love ya!💖

Yooooooooooooo...bless us with an update when you can..teek hein

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

Yooooooooooooo...bless us with an update when you can..teek hein

Haan haan, shayad iss weekend tak aa jayega 😄

Hey there!

I know I have to comment on the chapter you've posted but can I ask for the next update first?! I know very greedy of me but honestly I haven't found the time to post a comment. But I'm LOVING this so far and I promise a detailed comment soon but please post the next one soonneerrr!

Originally posted by: Wandering_mind

Hey there!

I know I have to comment on the chapter you've posted but can I ask for the next update first?! I know very greedy of me but honestly I haven't found the time to post a comment. But I'm LOVING this so far and I promise a detailed comment soon but please post the next one soonneerrr!

I'll post the next update ASAP! 🙂

Lo phir aagayi mein check karne .👽🤪

Hi guys! So- *ducks from a flying slipper* I-I'm really sorry for the- *sees people leaving* hey wait! Don't leave! Because I'm not giving up on this story no matter what! I've been through some rough patches recently, and I know I'm a huge procrastinator so that's part of the story as well. *Cue epic music* BUT, I didn't let that stop me. You know why? *Shouts of 'WHY?'* BECAUSE I'M BATMAN! Wait no I'm not, I'm a Marvel person. Who cares, I'm not gonna stop until I complete this piece! And even if I update a bit later than usual, I'm never gonna give you up! *Wink*

Fun note: The chapter titles will be much shorter now cuz I've kinda run out of songs and the time to scan them for the suiting lines! So this is the last one with a song in it.

Lost Without You

Chapter 12: What's Love Got To Do With It?

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As soon as the words left his mouth, Rashid's mind flooded with regret. Even a child could tell that the matter was sensitive. Asad entered the room whilst wiping his wet and just rinsed face, his small smile died almost instantaneously after seeing Zoya in her state. She was looking pale and her eyes were wide.

Ayaan was shaking his head from behind her, raking a hand through his curly hair.

"H-Humeira, how...did you...?" Zoya stuttered. Clearly surprised that Rashid knew about her.

"I-uh, actually, Ayaan told me about her. Seems like they knew each other in college." Rashid reasoned.

"Oh. O-of course. She told me she had a friend called Ayaan, I didn't know it was this one. What a small world." Zoya said, managing to plaster a weak smile on her face. Asad could swear he could see right through it.

"Yes. So how's she doing now?" Ayaan intervened, hoping to let his father off the hook. Zoya's eyes widened.

"She's...um. Sh-she's no m-more."

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Ayaan held his head in his hands. After all the hope, all the memories, all the fantasies, he'd just been crushed to pieces. Humeira Farooqui, the only girl that had ever made him feel, was dead. And he couldn't even do anything about it.

"Hey." Asad's voice startled him as he was looking into the skyline. "You okay?" He said, placing a heavy hand on Ayaan's shoulder. Ayaan didn't react, he just sighed and continued staring into the city. "I knew that Zo-...Miss Farooqui's sister was no more, but... I didn't know it was Humeira."

"Why do you hesitate from calling her 'Zoya', Bhaijaan?" Ayaan suddenly asked, turning slightly towards Asad. Asad looked flustered at the question.

"Ayaan this isn't about-"

"Tell me Bhaijaan, when anyone gets closer to you, why do you shove them away? Why do you think that relationships make you weak?"

"Because-" Asad sighed, his hand reaching the bridge of his nose and pinching it. "Ayaan, I know you're upset but-"

"Why do you treat women like they're trash? Use them one day and then throw them away the next?" He seethed. Why can't his brother understand?!

"Ayaan you're going below the belt-" Asad said dangerously but was interrupted by Ayaan again.

"Why can't you accept that not everyone is untrustworthy? Why can't you accept that love-"

"Ayaan enough! What are you going on about?! I just came here to check on you but-"

"I just want to let you know, Bhai, that if you lose that someone you want in your life, forever, regret will follow you till your grave." Ayaan said darkly and rushed out the balcony. As Asad stood leaning backwards into the railing, not knowing what to do. His mind went completely blank as he tried to register what Ayaan had said.

Could what Ayaan implies be...? No. It can't be true. I have to admit Zoya is a gorgeous woman and so obviously, as a man, I want her. He's just delirious because of the devastating news about Humeira. Yeah...

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Razia was seething. Zoya's growing closeness to Asad had irked her to the core. She had to do something about it, otherwise her dear daughter won't be able to marry him! All her fantasies will be demolished. Plans crushed. She paced around her luxurious room, with an antique four-poster bed and heavy curtains. Her phone was held tightly in her hand as she finalized her thoughts.

"Ammi, I have to get ready for the celebration of the project being successful, apparently. Even though that b***h is the one who did it." Whined Tanveer from behind Razia, who was broken out of her haze. Razia nodded and got out of an irritated Tanveer's way.

She opened the cupboard and selected the most revealing dress she could get her hands on the other day. It was a short a-line strapless dress, the hem reached just above the middle of her thighs, and to top it all off, it was covered in silver sequins. She held it across her shoulders and faced her mother, raising a brow as if to ask how it looked. Razia smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

* * *

Zoya entered the office of Dilshad Constructions, this was probably the last time she would ever come here, see the beautiful people. And most of all, probably the last time she'll see Mr. Asshole. She was finally going back to Nebula Designs, after completing a number of projects as per the deal. She was going, for good. She was dressed in a sinful combination of denim shorts with a maroon leather jacket and a plain white tank top beneath. After much of hearing Mitch's objections, she had allowed him to put some makeup on her, which turned out to be an amazing addition. Her lips were tinted with a bold, dark red and her eyes were highlighted by an eyeliner. Simple but sexy, Mitch had said.

The music was loud, and there were food and drinks on a long table in the corner. The main hall of the office was decked up with fairy lights and golden-lettered banners saying 'Congratulations!' People were dancing and laughing, but Zoya, she didn't feel like it. She just sat on a chair near a table, sipping from a bottle of passion fruit Breezer. Something was bugging her, and she didn't know what. Was it the fact that she would have to bear with Karen again?

No, I really couldn't care less about her.

Was it the fact that she was going to miss the lovely staff?

You know there's a thing called a 'phone' right?

Was it the fact that she'd be seeing much less of Asad?

...

Speechless are we?

No, I'm not! There's no way in hell I'm going to miss him.

Are you sure about that?

Uh, yeah!

Uh, nah! You've changed your mind about him being a douchebag haven't you?

He's not a douchebag, he's an a**hole, and that's never going to change for me.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft tap on her shoulder, she turned around.

"Hey." It was Amir. The same guy who'd helped her escape from Asad's thirst traps countless times, and bear with Tanveer's crap. "You don't seem to be in the mood for a party. What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing. Just thinking about you guys."

"Andasad." Amir pretended to cough. Zoya understood and rolled her eyes.

"No! What makes you think that?!" She yelled through the music.

"Kid, I've been with Asad for every deal he's ever shook hands on. I've seen how looks at women. I've seen how he looks at you."

"Well, Mr Amir, in case you forgot I'm a woman too, and the way he looks at me is no different than the way he looks at other women." She paused as something caught her eye. Asad had just walked into the office, with a cluster of women surrounding him. Every one touching at least one part of his body. One was tracing her hands down his chest.

Oh his heavenly and perfectly chiseled chest.

WHOA.

"And would you look at that, I've just got proof." She said sourly and smirked at Amir in victory.

Okay first of all WHO walks into their own office like that?!

Ooooh someone's jealous!

No!

The one thing that made it a tad worse was, that Tanveer was one of the women near him. She was holding a glass of champagne and had her arm locked with Asad's. Almost as if...

Wait, why am I getting bothered? Why does it matter to me if they're together or something?

She almost slammed down her bottle of Breezer when she saw Tanveer peck his lips! He hesitated for about 3 seconds, smiled, winked at her, and gave her a longer peck back.

Zoya felt something break inside her, him kissing another, it just didn't feel right. She felt like only she had the right to his lips. That kiss had lingered on her lips for the longest time. She felt a mild burn in her eyes as the smallest of tears started forming. Zoya couldn't believe he was with Tanveer. Anger for him, and Tanveer, was slowly bubbling up to the surface. Her hopes had died, she'd thought he wasn't the jerk she always saw him as. Why was he doing this? Why was he showing her false hopes and crushing them the day after?

"So, how was dinner?" Asad asked as they reached Zoya's apartment. Zoya smiled.

"Well, I can never say no to Biryani! And Mr Rashid is an excellent cook. I think he should become a chef!" She giggled and turned the key in the lock. The door clicked open and she took a small step inside, considering letting Asad inside. She bit her lip and suddenly turned around to ask him if he wanted to come inside, only to collide into his hard chest. Asad's arm automatically went around her waist and pulled her to himself.

"That makes three." He teased and gave her a small smile. Zoya felt her cheeks warm up and raised her hooded eyes to meet his. The moment their eyes met, something sparked in both of them. A spark that was so bright, strong and unfathomable, that they held on to each other. Asad pulled her even closer to himself. He wanted her to feel the desire he held for her. Simultaneously their eyes moved to each other's lips, both were taken over by raw need. Zoya's throat went dry, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

She heard a soft groan escape from Asad before he swooped down and captured her lower lip with his. Zoya failed to hold back a moan, he was sucking and nibbling at her lips like a madman. Zoya's hands trailed up his arms and locked around his neck, pulling him closer. Their hearts were beating 5 times faster, goosebumps rising in their skin. Asad bit Zoya's lower lip tenderly and started nibbling the upper one. Her feeble responses were enough to turn him on, while Zoya herself felt heat pool between her legs, which could give away at any moment. When Asad deepened the kiss, all coherent thought left her mind.
Asad's hot tongue dominated her, took her onto another plane. They didn't realize when they had stepped into the house and closed the door behind them, Asad was lost in her taste as he pressed her into himself and the wooden door behind her. Desperate for more of her, he slipped his hand under her shirt. Her soft flesh was warm and smooth, god it was. He stroked near her belly button with his thumb before Zoya suddenly jerked out of his arms. He felt an unknown emptiness hollow inside him, he looked at her with questioning eyes.

"I...we...I'm sorry..." She managed to breath out while she held her head in her hands.

"Well I'm sure as hell not." He said huskily and pressed his lips against hers again, but Zoya pushed him away.

"Mr Khan stop!" She said, almost breaking down to tears. She had never wanted someone this much in her life, and it scared her. What if he just breaks her heart like everyone did? "Please just...stop."

"W-what's wrong?" He asked, more concernedly than he should've.

"Just...just leave. I really am grateful for the dinner and all the help you've given me today, but...it would really be great if you just...go."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why."

Zoya almost smiled, but she brushed it off. "Because...I-I can't do this."

"What?" He asked, almost stupidly, even though he knew what.

"This! What just happened, now, and at that party 2 months ago." Zoya explained, hoping.

"You're a bad liar Zoya Farooqui. You know you want me, and I know I want you too. So what's the problem?" Asad asked, raising a brow.

"That's the problem. I don't live under a rock Mr Khan, I've seen how you've dated women by a matter of days. I just..." She trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"What? Don't think you'll be satisfied?" He said softly, caging her between his arms and the door.

"I...I want someone t-that will stay with me. Till the end." She stated confidently, looking him straight in the eyes. He tensed, he knew he couldn't give her what she had just asked for. He knew he would have to let her go. He could find hundreds more like her...right?

"Well in that case," He lowered his arms and opened the door. "I'll see you at work tomorrow." He bit out coldly and shut the door on her, Zoya sighed.

Sooo technically, it's still the weekend. I finally managed to complete a chapter with an acceptable length...I guess? I mean it's short but I thinnnkk it's a bit longer than the last one? Hope you guys liked it! :D

P.S: Please Buddy this new account so I can start sending PMs again! :)