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How could you stop there? I need more!!!!

OMGGGG!!! That was just so amazing and intense! I want to read moreee! Update soooon ❤️

Originally posted by: fatima30

How could you stop there? I need more!!!!

😈😈 WILL UPDATE ASAP!!!!!

Love ya!

Originally posted by: sj_qh_kabhi

OMGGGG!!! That was just so amazing and intense! I want to read moreee! Update soooon ❤️

Thanks!!! I will try to update this story ASAP, the sooner I finish this, the sooner I can finally concentrate on Lost Without You and Undecided ;)

Love ya!

My gawd you told me to read this..here I am enjoying this beautiful story and you left that just hanging in there.how could you stopppopp...pls update both theseee storiessssss..pls

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

My gawd you told me to read this..here I am enjoying this beautiful story and you left that just hanging in there.how could you stopppopp...pls update both theseee storiessssss..pls

Heeeheee btw did I tell you that the update's almost ready and I will most probably post it today?😂

Heyya guys! Sorry but I couldn't help writing another chapter to this story before turning to the other ones, I think I'll complete this one first anyways. Anyhoo, this TS has officially been converted into a FS (four-shot)!! :D

PS: Apologies for the late update! I was busy as a bee last Sunday. :I

PART 3

Zoya somewhat shrieked into his mouth in shock and placed her hands against his chest to steady herself. Her eyes, which were wide open from the bolt out of the blue, fluttered close when she felt him increase the intensity of the kiss. She gave out a small moan as Asad traced his tongue over her lower lip, desperately wanting to taste more of her sweetness.

Gaining control of herself, Zoya pulled away from him. Asad craned his neck further, trying to hold on but thought better of it and backed away. His breaths came heavy, and he looked at her with all the love in the world, but she was looking at him with...anger? Shock?

"Yeh kya kiya aapne?" She asked coldly and looked at her fingers which had traced her lips a moment ago. He took in a shivering breath.

"Zoya..." Asad said and tried to cup her face but she glared at him and pushed away his hand from her face. His stomach pitted, and his heart lodged in his throat. "Zoya...m-meri baat toh-"

"Nahi Mr Khan! Mein aapki koi baat nahi sunna chahti." She said irritably and pressed her temples. Zoya simply couldn't believe that Mr Khan had just kissed her. KISSED her. "Jo kehna tha voh doh saal pehle bol dete toh shayad, I would've considered it." Zoya murmured and walked away.

"Zoya, please." Were the words that Asad managed to whisper, he just stared at her distancing form in absolute agony and anger, at himself. It was entirely his fault. He had played with her feelings. He was the one who'd pushed her away all this time only to kiss her right now! Damn his inability to voice his own feelings.

* * *

The function had mellowed down. The music wasn't as loud and everyone was lounging around after the heavy dinner. Some people had even started to leave.

"Arre Khala, just for a few minutes more! Please?" Najma requested her favourite aunt.

"Beta I really need to go. Tera doosra akdu Bhai ghar pe bhookha baitha hai!" The sweet woman said laughingly. Zoya had appeared by Najma's side and laughed too, what was it with this family and akdu men?

"Toh let him be! It's his fault he didn't want to come here. Rehne do Salim ko bhookha. In fact, I'll send him pictures of the food we had here!" Najma snickered.

"Haan na khala! Hum bhi toh aapko pehli baar mile hain. I really want to spend some more time with you." Zoya smiled kindly at Aiza khala. She smiled back.

"Okay fine! Waise, tum inki lagti kaun ho? Just curious."

"Oh, I'm just a-"

"She's practically family! My best friend forever, the daughter Ammi didn't know she could get, and Bhaijaan's-" Najma paused, as Zoya looked at her. She realised that Zoya was no longer 'her Bhaijaan's', and it made her want to cry, naturally.

"She was just a guest when she arrived but now, every one of us can't live without her!" Said a deep voice behind them, smartly emphasizing on 'every'. Zoya let out a small gasp as she realised what he meant. Asad, of course, noticed. She turned around to look at him only to find her face inches from his. She dared to look into his eyes as they portrayed something she hadn't seen in two years. The same emotion that played with her senses whenever she clumsily fell into his arms. Her lips curved into the smallest smile and a blush crept up her cheeks as she realised that she missed this feeling. Get a grip Zoya! You've promised yourself that you wouldn't get caught up in this mess again.

"Zoya! Can you help me with Najma's goodie bags please?" Dilshad's voice floated to them. Zoya immediately distanced herself from Asad and disappeared into the small store room where the gift bags were kept.

Asad had a mind made. He wasn't going to stop until he had told her his true feelings about her and apologised a million times. The soft warmth of Zoya was still lingering on his lips, and God knew he wanted to feel her her lips against his again. Only this time, he would have told her that he was head over heels in love with her, and had been for the last two years.

* * *

The clicking of laptop keys broke the silence of the now dark house. The tiring event was finally over and Asad had time to do some actual work. Sometimes he was appalled at the idiocy of some of his employees, do I have explain everything?! He scowled at the clearly messed up digital blueprint of his project and deleted the file, making a mental note to order the said employee to do his assigned work all over again. I feel like a bloody school teacher!

Snapping his laptop shut, he picked up a book and which was lying around and turned on the table side lamp. He guessed that reading would help him relax a bit and opened the book from where it was marked.

"And there he stood. Hiding his tears in the rain, as the love of his life walked away from him. The world was crumbling and it felt like he was the most cursed man on earth-" What the...

Asad scrunched his brows and snapped the book shut, confused at the way the book seemed to match his situation. Where did this come from? I never bought this, must be one of Najma's chick-lit books. He flipped through to the last page and a full grin graced his face. Of course. There were two initials inked onto the page, Z.F.

Click!

Asad's head shot up. He saw Zoya's room light on, frowning, he checked the time. 1:12. What's she doing up so late? He heard the door latch snap and in a flash the book was kept on the side table.

When she walked out, looking drowsy, eyes drooping almost sensually and hair all mussed up, Asad's heart felt like it would explode after fluttering so much and beating so fast. His dark eyes followed her kurti-pajama clad form as she poured herself a glass of water. As she raised the glass to her lips, she realised that Asad was sitting there and- oh shit. OH. SHIT. Allah Miyah, please tell me he didn't read the...book. She saw it sitting right there on the side table. The title flashed proudly, Love and Everything, making Zoya cringe inwardly. Giving up on her dignity, she gulped and stepped towards the book.

"Um, I-I'll just-" Just as she was about to pick the book and scram, luck, as always, had other plans for her. She tripped over the hem of the thick carpet and fell right onto to the sofa, in Asad's arms. A memory flashed in both their minds, that time when Zoya had stubbornly insisted that she couldn't accept a replacement for her phone from him, right after Mangalpur. Zoya had closed her eyes and felt her pulse rising, the very same thing was happening now.

Asad, who knew this was bound to happen was smirking at her with mischievous eyes. Knowing that she had come for the book.

Zoya gasped when she saw the look on his face. She opened her mouth to say something when she felt his arms tighten around her.

"Um, Mr Khan, I-I just came to take my book." She muttered, and her breath hitched when she thought she heard a soft chuckle. He lifted a hand gently stroked her cheek. "Mr Khan let me go."

"Do you want coffee?" He asked, remembering all those late night talks over coffee. Confusion flashed across Zoya's face.

"Huh?"

"Do you want coffee?" He repeated casually, brushing away a lock of hair from Zoya's face. He could see that she was trying to be angry, but failing. Instead, tears were forming in her doe eyes. Were they tears of happiness, or hurt, he couldn't tell. Their chests heaved against each other, both trying to understand what the other meant. "I'm not going to let you go until you say something." Asad bent over and whispered in her ear.

"U-um, I..."

"Please, let me talk to you." His simple request tugged at her (broken) heart. She blinked away her tears and nodded. Euphoriant, Asad lifted himself and strode into the kitchen.

Zoya sat up, placing a hand on her chest to steady her rapid heartbeat. She let out a breath and glanced at the kitchen, where Asad was busy making coffee. That burning sensation in her throat had returned, she felt like holding him with all her might and cry her heart out.

A steaming turquoise cup appeared before her eyes, she almost smiled at him, almost. "It's just the way you like it."

"Thanks," she took the cup and muttered. Eyes skittering to everywhere except him, she gently blew at the scalding coffee and took a sip.

"Zoya,"

"Hmm?"

"You have a little..." He trailed off and pointed towards her upper lip. There was foam from the coffee smeared there.

"What?" She asked confusedly.

"T-there..." He muttered and moved closer to wipe it. His thumb gently wiped away the foam and for both of them, wherever their skin had touched, it tingled. Their eyes locked and they kept staring at each other, ecstatic to feel what they hadn't for a long time. After the longest of pauses, Asad finally asked in a broken voice, "Why did you cut the call whenever I tried to speak to you?"

Zoya looked flustered and embarassed, the waterworks were up again. "You... because...you had- wait why am I even answering this? Who are you to ask me that?" Zoya dodged, she saw his jaw clench and unclench. But his eyes were soft on her.

"Zoya... don't do this. Please, tell me how bad it was so I can try to-"

Looking away from his moonlit face, she held her cup right, "Nothing can fix whatever happened Mr Khan. I asked you to trust me, that was all I wanted, but you..."

"I made the biggest mistake of my life that day Zoya. You know, after you left, Ammi and Najma didn't talk to me for eight months. Eight months, Zoya! After you left, I was alone at the dinner table every single night." He paused, looking at her mildly shocked expression. "I... I've been seeing you everywhere. I couldn't get you out of my mind and when you cut those calls Zoya, I felt something inside of me break. I swear, one day was just so bad that I had- I had a knife in my hand and-" He felt a soft hand cover his mouth.

"Don't you dare." Zoya said tearily yet sternly. "I don't know what I would've done if you had...gone and done something extremely stupid." She heard a sad chuckle. "I cut your calls because I couldn't handle speaking to you. Still can't. I don't know how I survived these two years but I did. And now I'm...getting married to Azhar." She lied, unconsciously, but she did. Somewhere inside she wanted Asad to understand the pain she had felt when she saw that damn wedding card. Her coffee was over, and it seemed so was the conversation, she stood up to go to the kitchen. Suddenly, she felt an arm shackle her waist. Her body collided with his and a gasp was heard.

"No, you're not." He muttered, looking into her eyes with such intensity it made her knees weaken.

"What?" She breathed.

"You're not getting married to Azhar." Asad repeated himself.

"Do you...are you hearing yourself? Also who are you t-"

"Someone who loves you." That oughta shut her up.

Zoya gaped at him. Cue the butterflies and everything else. She couldn't believe the words that had come out of his mouth. She had longed to hear them for too much time, but now that she had, she couldn't believe it! "M-Mr Khan...I...I need to think... You pushed me away. And ..."

"Zoya, I just need one more chance."

"There were so many Mr Khan! I forgave you, every single time you uttered horrible words about me. I forgave you when you almost got me married to a thug! I forgave you for everything!" Zoya pointed a finger at his chest. "If you loved me Mr Khan why did you never trust me? If you loved me why did you insult me about everything? If you loved me WHY DID YOU LET ME GO?!" Zoya hysterically started trying to push him away, but it was no use against his strong hold. Tears were flowing from her eyes and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Asad gently shushed her despite trying not to break down himself. She was breaking right in front of him. He cocooned her in his arms and ran his hand over her head to calm her down.

"Why did you let me go...why did you..." Mumbled Zoya as she softly cried into his chest. Both of them cried together. Both happy to be in each other's arms, yet sad because they had longed for this for far too long.

That was it for this one guys! Hope you liked it.💖

Reserved!

What are you doing?! This part is so freaking beautiful I don't even have the right words...I can't believe you stopped there...want to read the next part nowwww!

Originally posted by: Wandering_mind

Reserved!

What are you doing?! This part is so freaking beautiful I don't even have the right words...I can't believe you stopped there...want to read the next part nowwww!

Awww thanks!!!💖💖💖💖💖 I actually wanted to end the chapter on a peaceful/content note. I was going to end it with them almost kissing, but that would've been worse amiright? xD