Phir Le Aaya Dil
New York isn't exactly a city of romance but romance is there where love is. Love = Asad. The city was covered in snow. The current year was ending leading to a new one. Would the New Year bring a new change in her life? This year too like every, she asked Santa to bring her a Christmas gift, the gift of love which would be more than enough for life and beyond. Zoya sat on the office window ledge with a cup of hot black coffee which she made twice a day. It was his brand and the perfect blend to his liking. Instead of drinking it she took deep breaths of its aroma. The habit of making Asad's coffee did not leave her even after she left him.
Zoya: Allah Haafiz Mr. Khan. Aapko aapki nafrat, gusse aur tanhai bhari zindagi mubarak ho. I tried a lot ki main aapko iss nafrat se nikaaloon but you don't want to. Meri koshishein haar gayi, aapki nafrat jeet gayi. Main humesha yehi dua karoongi ki you let go of this hatred and live in peace. Jis din aap apni nafrat bhool jaaye tab mujhe dhoondhne aaiyega. Main aapko issi mod par aapka intezaar karte hue miloongi. I love you and always will.
Asad and Zoya cried facing away from each other. She wanted him to stop her and he wanted her to stop. Neither of them took the initiative. Zoya walked out of the door slamming it shut behind her. Asad closed his eyes on hearing the door slam shut. His love his life his Zoya had left him because he could not let go of the anger and hatred he felt towards Gafur Ahmed Siddique. Zoya had returned to New York. Her aapi wanted to speak with Asad but Zoya refused. She wanted him to come on his own. Zoya had taken up a job in a construction firm hoping to see him somewhere somehow as he belonged to the same field. She immersed herself in work and was not living her life.
Asad Ahmed Khan the workaholic had distanced himself from work. He spent his time locked up in his room surrounded by Zoya's memories. He too was not living his life as Zoya was no longer with him. The only time he left the house was to go to the mazaar to offer prayers for the safe keeping and happiness of Zoya. He asked Allah for forgiveness for breaking Zoya's heart. On his way back from the mazaar he visited the orphanage Zoya had lived before leaving for Ajmer. This was the only place he felt close to Zoya in a soulful manner. Asad knew that he had lost Zoya because of his own faults. It had been exactly two months since Zoya had left him. This was the last time he would come to the mazaar and orphanage alone.
Leaning back, Asad rested his head on the chair's soft cushion and let his mind go back to the incident which led to the mess. The accidental nikaah of Ayaan and Zoya had dissolved. Asad and Zoya happily celebrated the day. Their nikaah plans would be now in full swing and this time no one would be able to stop them. They received the news that Gafur Ahmed Siddique had been in a near fatal car crash. They went to the hospital for Humaira. It was there due to medical emergencies Razia revealed that Zoya was Gafur's daughter. She was the only one who could save him. Everyone was shocked. Zoya saved Gafur's life by doing the needful. She met her abbu for the very first time. Asad was happy for Zoya but she knew he hated Gafur. He did not make her choose and she knew that he would never do so. Gafur accepted Zoya as his daughter inside the four walls of his hospital room. When she expressed her wish for him to give her hand in marriage to Asad and bless them on their wedding day he backed out. He could not accept her in front of the society. He had a reputation to maintain. No one had known of his nikaah with an American born and brought up Zainab. Zoya's pain angered Asad. Asad could not handle the same happening to Zoya which was happening to him from the last 17 years. He was on warpath with Gafur. He did everything in his power to destroy Gafur. Zoya pleaded with Asad for days to stop his vendetta against Gafur. Asad did not listen to her and continued destroying Gafur. Zoya had enough of it. Asad was no longer he man she loved or with whom she had fallen in love with. Her warnings unheard by Asad so she walked out of his house hoping he would understand that hate had no place in their life and he would go back to being the man she loved.
Asad came out of his thoughts on hearing the request to fasten the seat belt. He had finally come to terms and understood that Allah would punish Gafur for abandoning his child once more. Asad smiled thinking what Zoya would do on seeing him. Asad did not know that she was no longer the happy go lucky messy Zoya instead she had become a reflection of the Akdu Asad Ahmed Khan. The plane landed in New York.
Zoya: Allah Miya what is wrong with Boss? Ab kaunsi nayi aafat aa gayi.
Ziya: Nayi aafat nahi naye partner aaye hain.
Boss: Attention everyone. I proudly present our new business partner from India's prestigious Dilshad Constructions, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan.
Zoya's eyes widened and she froze in her spot. She lifted her eyes to look for him. Asad Ahmed Khan form Dilshad Constructions. She had to see for herself. Asad met with the employees and finally was face to face with Zoya. He smiled cordially and saw that she now had a sad wistful smile.
Asad: Hello I am Asad Ahmed Khan and you are?
Zoya: Miss. Farookhi. Miss. Zoya Farookhi.
Boss: Zoya, aaj se tum Asad ke saath rahogi. Show him around the company and New York.
Zoya: But boss...
Asad: Humaare yahan toh boss ke saamne koi but if kintu parantu nahi chalta Steve.
Zoya: Clients and partners ko entertain karna mera nahi Ziya ka kaam hai.
Steve: Ziya Zoya kya fark padta hai?
Steve did not take no for an answer. Zoya was miffed as Asad had come not as her Mr. Khan but as Asad Ahmed Khan. He stood in front of her with his hands crossed at his chest. She constantly stared at him and he smiled. She saw a change in him. He was no more the man filled with anger. He was Mr. Smiley, suave and sexy. Asad was being friendly especially the ladies. He got on first name basis with all of them. She was hurt and angry.
Asad: Zoya...
Zoya: Mera naam Miss. Zoya Farookhi hai.
Asad: Miss Zoya Farookhi if you have a problem toh main ZIYA ke saath ja sakta hoon waise wo mere saath jaane ke liye ever ready battery ki tarah charged up hai. Jaaoon uske saath? Bas aap ek baar keh dijiye.
Zoya: It is ok ye mera job hai and I am very good at it.
Asad noticed that Zoya had changed. She was no longer clumsy and bubbly. Her sparkle less eyes were hidden behind a black nerdy spectacle frame. One main change in Zoya did not go unnoticed by Asad's sharp eyes. She was not wearing the engagement ring. He followed Zoya everywhere she went. Where ever they went hushed ooh and aah were heard. The females shamelessly drooled over Asad. She saw that he too was liking the attention and not missing hers. She felt bad. After some time Zoya was entering a door and Asad tried to follow her there too.
Zoya: Ladies room mein ja rahi hoon. Yahaan bhi aana hai aapko apni nayi saheliyon se milne?
Asad: Jee nahi mujhe aapko follow karne ka itna bhi shaukh nahi hai ki main no entry mein entry karoon.
Inside the ladies room.
Female: Aah!! Mmm!! Yes that's it. Yes Asad!! Ooh!! Yes!! Right there!! Mmm. Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!
Zoya was fuming on hearing the voices and the moans. She had to find who the shameless woman was thinking about her Mr. Khan and pleasuring herself. Zoya entered the adjacent stall climbed up and saw Grace from accounting. Zoya was angry. She was cold with Asad afterwards.
Steve: Asad I am sorry we will have to cancel the lunch. You see aaj anniversary hai 25th and wife ke liye gift nahi li. Zoya please take care of Asad and his needs. See you both at the party with your PLUS 1. Indian theme hai remember and dress accordingly.
Zoya: Plus 1???
Asad: Plus 1. Zoya?
Zoya looked at Asad thinking he was asking her to be his plus 1 but before she could say yes he told her to wait while he arranged for his plus 1. She stared at Asad wondering who his plus 1 could be. Asad took leave from Zoya telling her he had to meet someone important. Zoya played the guessing game about his secret meeting.
Steve and Farzana were welcoming guests. Asad arrived and asked them to enjoy the party. He was their partner and he would welcome all. Zoya was the last one to arrive and the only one to take his breath away. Zoya looked like a style diva in the black and off white net sari. Her ravishing attire was amazingly embroidered. The full length net sleeved black blouse had white embroidered motifs. The deep cut at the back exposed her smooth skin as the blouse was fixed on her body with two doris from which hung gorgeous latkans. She accessorized her look with simple oxidized metal jhumkas and a low coiled bun. The brilliant array made her look the ultimate classic beauty. She too could not take her eyes off of him. He was dressed in a beige jacquard embroidered short jacket with black Jodhpuri pants.
Asad: Ahem ahem.
Zoya: Jee?
Asad: Zoya wo kya hai na meri plus 1 ne last moment par cancel kar diya aur aap bhi akeli hain. Toh kyun na hum ek doosre ke plus 1 bankar chale. Accha nahi lagta na aise akele enter karna.
Zoya felt bad as Asad was asking her to be his plus 1 as a last resort. They entered together. They made a handsome couple and everyone admired them. They wished the happy couple. Zoya gave them a gift but Asad did not have one.
Asad: Wo hum dono ki taraf se. Hum saath saath jo hain.
Zoya was getting angry with Asad's changed ways. Zoya was standing with Steve and Farzana. Asad danced with ZIYA. He then came and asked Zoya. Zoya was almost pushed into his arms to go dance. They were dancing to Saans'. Farzana and Steve could not take their eyes off of them. They wished for their match making to work. Steve had liked Asad for Zoya in their first meeting. They did not have a child but Zoya was like theirs. They didn't know about Asad and Zoya and unknowingly tried to get them together.
Zoya: Why did you ask me for the dance Mr. Khan? Aapki ZIYA thak gayi ya aap thak gaye uski kamar mein haath daalkar dance karte.
She was hurt and walked away. Asad saw something followed her to a quiet part of the banquet hall. He was hurt by her words. He pulled her and pressed her to a pillar.
Zoya: Kyun mera peecha kar rahe hain? Kya fark padta hai aapko Zoya ho ya ZIYA?
Asad was holding her tight pressing his chest to her back. He slowly moved his hand over her smooth back and tightened the lower dori of her blouse. It had been 2 months since they had felt the other's touch. Asad turned her to face him. Before he could say anything she left.
Asad: Fark padta hai.
He had to tell her that her Asad had come to her. He poured his feelings in a beautiful song in the name of giving Steve and Farzana an anniversary gift.
{Phir Le Aaya Dil
Majboor Kya Keeje} * 2
Raas Na Aaya Rehna
Door Kya Keeje
Dil Keh Raha Use
Mukammal Kar Bhi Aao
Woh Jo Adhoori Si Baat Baaki Hai
{Woh Jo Adhoori Si Yaad Baaki Hai} * 2
{Karte Hain Hum Aaj
Qubool Kya Keeje
Ho Gayi Thi Jo
Humse Bhool Kya Keeje} * 2
Dil Keh Raha Use Muyassar Kar Bhi Aao
Woh Jo Dabi Si Aas Baaki Hai
{Woh Jo Dabi Si Aanch Baaki Hai} * 3
{Kismat Ko Hai Yeh Manzoor Kya Keeje
Milte Rahein Hum Baadastoor Kya Keeje} * 2
Dil Keh Raha Use Musalsal Kar Bhi Aao
Woh Jo Adhoori Si Raah Baaki Hai
{Woh Jo Ruki Si Chaah Baaki Hai} * 4
The party was far from over. Zoya wanted to be with Asad and looked for him but he left early. She too after wishing everyone for the night settled in the office car which was supposed to take her home but it went in the opposite direction.
Zoya: Hey where are you taking me?
Silence. She was being kidnapped!!! The car stopped, she got out at once and it whizzed off. She was standing in front of her once favorite pizza joint. She got in to get help but it was empty. She tried to get out but it was locked. She felt a familiar presence and turned.
Zoya: Aap? Ye sab aapne kiya? You scared the hell out of me.
Asad: Pizza???
She had not eaten pizza for the last 2 months. She pounced on it like a hungry lioness. Asad lovingly admired her gorge on the pizza. She smiled at him with her mouthful. Once he would have found is displeasing but now it was a beautiful sight. His Zoya was coming back. She was full and noticed that Asad was sad.
Zoya: Kya hua? Aap udaas kyun hain? Zoya hai aur ZIYA nahi iss liye? Kahin dirver ne galat ladki toh nahi utha li?
Asad: Zoya please. Itne dino ke baad hum mile hain aur aap...
Zoya noticed Asad looking at her ring finger. She showed him the chain in which the ring was. Asad stopped her from removing it. He stood behind her.
Zoya: Wo clasp loose tha toh daant se...
Asad bent down and placed his mouth over the clasp. Zoya felt goosebumps as Asad's lips caressed her skin. He pulled the chain making the ring fall in the valley between her gorgeous mounds. They looked each other. It was difficult to decide who was blushing more.
Asad: May I?
She felt weak in the knees and closed her eyes in anticipation waiting to feel Asad's touch. Her eyes flew open when the felt the cold steel of a spoon on her skin. Asad moved the ring here and there causing her to moan. It was difficult to get it out as he was blind searching.
Asad: May I?
Zoya blushed and nodded. Asad could view the ring and more. Asad removed the ring from the valley and placed it on her finger. He kissed the back of her hand. They hugged each other like there was no tomorrow. It was a very happy reunion.
Asad and Zoya came back to her place. She invited him in for coffee. They laughed while crying and cried while laughing. He accidently spilled coffee on his jacket. He removed the jacket but had nothing else to wear. She was looking at him strangely and it occurred to him that her fascination was with his state of undress. She was fighting her curiosity, but her eyes kept flickering to his chest, his stomach and to his yet to be undone snap of his pants. Asad and Zoya enjoyed some closeness and shared passionate eye locks. The innocence in her eyes made him irritatingly self conscious. With her eyes constantly returning to his fly, Asad was dismayed to feel the unwelcomed arousal enlarging him. Trying to keep the air of propriety, he stepped forward and offered her his hand. She flinched momentarily, then shyly placed her palm in his. He lifted her and took her to the bedroom. He lay her on the bed and lied next to her. He had a smoldering look in his eyes and she felt very shy. He was hot. He blew on her navel and she laughed as she felt ticklish. When she had laughed her head had gone back, making her throat look inviting. Her laughter had seemed like a tangible thing that reached out and stroked him right where it felt damn good and right where it hurt him like hell. She unpinned her pallu and took it off her body. His eyes went wide for an instant before they narrowed. They scanned her face hotly, lingering long on her mouth, sliding down her throat to her breasts which swelled near the neckline of her blouse. The going back up again. In those yes was turbulence, the sign of an internal battle being waged. He covered her with her pallu. He placed a kiss on her forehead and proceeded downwards. Asad kissed her through the fabric. She felt jolts in her body and muffled moans escaped her mouth. Their mouths were centimeters apart.
Zoya: Please rukiye.
Asad: Kya hua?
Zoya: Can we wait till our wedding night? I want to be claimed by you but only after our nikaah. Kya main kuch galat maang rahi hoon?
Asad: I promise we will wait till our wedding night. I'll leave.
Zoya: Kyun? Stay with me.
Asad: Are you sure? Koi gadbad ho gayi toh?
Zoya: Nahi hogi.
Asad and Zoya hung a sheet and placed cushions in the middle parting the bed into 2. They held hands and went to sleep dreaming of their nikaah and their married life. In the morning she woke to see them lie in a compromising position. She moved off the bed, aoviding brushing up against him as best she could. But as she squeezed past him, for one heart stopping moment her high rubbed against his and she felt her muscles contract. She moved away quickly and went for a bath. She came out and saw Asad making breakfast. He kissed her on the fore head.
Two weeks later Asad and Zoya were joined in holi matrimony at Khan Mansion before family and friends. That night Asad and Zoya made love for the first time becoming one mind, body and soul till eternity.
A/N: I had written this OS for the Winter OS Contest. Please IF it is appreciated by you do hit like n comment on the same.
Imagine KSG as AAK now n always in my stories.
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