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He pulls out from her and groans. He pulls up the blanket on him and gets up turning towards the table. He picks up ciggerate packet and takes one out. He places it between his lips and lits the lighter releasing circle after circle of smoke in air. Zoya watches him quietly all the while untill he turns his eyes on her. She gives him a warm smile and gets up covering herself with bedsheet. Zoya goes near him and sits besides to his right. She tangles her hand around him leaving some kisses on his arm.
Asad throws smoke and withdraws the cigarette from his lips , holding it between his fingers he shrugs his arm making zoya drop her hands off him.
Zoya's eyes feels moist as she watches him once more getting up without a word and wearing his clothes. She remains mum not wanting to make him upset. Asad finishes off wearing his jacket jeans t-shirt and bracelet. He then sits back on bed ignoring her presence completely in the room.he bents down and gets his shoes from under the bed. He wears the socks and shoes and is ready to leave her. Zoya feels a panick developing in her and like often she does she goes straight into his arm. Letting his action do the talking for the moment. Asad groans internally and zoya let him free from her warmth. He dust off his jacket and clothes and start walking to the door. Zoya watches him leave in silent and her eyes turns red with emotions. As he is in middle of track when he stops and turns to look at her." Zoya you know i don't like to wait. Keep this in mind! Got it?" He says in his husky voice which instantly flutters her heart. She simply nods her head in an answer. Being the most demanding bachelor in town asad was cake of every s**t's eyes. She never understood that being so popular rich and hot he could get any girl sleeping with him. But he chose her, she was trapped in his desire and was melted in his heat. For saying he never cared for her, But if he didn't get her for one single day he would get insanely angry. It was not the thirst which couldn't be quenched with any other girl but still he always wants her when the sun hides himself behind the clouds. His day began next to her and ended up with her on bed. Still he never showed any feelings no emotions, she was never acknowledged. She was treated like a damn used trash when he was done.
She turns to see him with a fear that he would repeat what she dreaded off and as quickly as she completes , he rummages through his jacket's pocket and gets a bundle of notes out. Her heart drops to her stomach when he counts the money and outstrecth it asking her to take it.
She denies it like the hundred times but yet he pulls her hand out of her body keeping the money in between her palm.
"I told you before. I dont like to keep money for any sevice."
With that the little drops which had surfaced around her eyes inside slips down to her cheeks.
One again he made her feel like prostitute!
Asad not looking at her once walks to the door and gets through it. Zoya gasps hearing the shutting of door. She walks to bed slipping her self she stares at the money askimg her self, "why are you doing this to me asad?"
With that the star employee of siddique and Khan's, miss zoya farooqui breaks into hundred pieces.
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He pulls out from her and groans. He pulls up the blanket on him and gets up turning towards the table. He picks up ciggerate packet and takes one out. He places it between his lips and lits the lighter releasing circle after circle of smoke in air. Zoya watches him quietly all the while untill he turns his eyes on her. She gives him a warm smile and gets up covering herself with bedsheet. Zoya goes near him and sits besides to his right. She tangles her hand around him leaving some kisses on his arm.
Asad throws smoke and withdraws the cigarette from his lips , holding it between his fingers he shrugs his arm making zoya drop her hands off him.
Zoya's eyes feels moist as she watches him once more getting up without a word and wearing his clothes. She remains mum not wanting to make him upset. Asad finishes off wearing his jacket jeans t-shirt and bracelet. He then sits back on bed ignoring her presence completely in the room.he bents down and gets his shoes from under the bed. He wears the socks and shoes and is ready to leave her. Zoya feels a panick developing in her and like often she does she goes straight into his arm. Letting his action do the talking for the moment. Asad groans internally and zoya let him free from her warmth. He dust off his jacket and clothes and start walking to the door. Zoya watches him leave in silent and her eyes turns red with emotions. As he is in middle of track when he stops and turns to look at her." Zoya you know i don't like to wait. Keep this in mind! Got it?" He says in his husky voice which instantly flutters her heart. She simply nods her head in an answer. Being the most demanding bachelor in town asad was cake of every s**t's eyes. She never understood that being so popular rich and hot he could get any girl sleeping with him. But he chose her, she was trapped in his desire and was melted in his heat. For saying he never cared for her, But if he didn't get her for one single day he would get insanely angry. It was not the thirst which couldn't be quenched with any other girl but still he always wants her when the sun hides himself behind the clouds. His day began next to her and ended up with her on bed. Still he never showed any feelings no emotions, she was never acknowledged. She was treated like a damn used trash when he was done.
She turns to see him with a fear that he would repeat what she dreaded off and as quickly as she completes , he rummages through his jacket's pocket and gets a bundle of notes out. Her heart drops to her stomach when he counts the money and outstrecth it asking her to take it.
She denies it like the hundred times but yet he pulls her hand out of her body keeping the money in between her palm.
"I told you before. I dont like to keep money for any sevice."
With that the little drops which had surfaced around her eyes inside slips down to her cheeks.
One again he made her feel like prostitute!
Asad not looking at her once walks to the door and gets through it. Zoya gasps hearing the shutting of door. She walks to bed slipping her self she stares at the money askimg her self, "why are you doing this to me asad?"
With that the star employee of siddique and Khan's, miss zoya farooqui breaks into hundred pieces.
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