Asya FS: "Never Leave Me", *Part 3* updated on Pg 3 - Page 2

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Part 2 (18+)

Zoya was standing by the window and the full moon was staring right back at her. She smiled to herself thinking about the last two days of her life. She had canceled going back to New York. Phuphi and Najma were the happiest with her decision, and her Mr. Khan too, of course. She had seen Mr. Khan’s other side, that she had never thought she would see. He had expressed his feelings for her, and they both had been on cloud nine since that day. They had kept their little confession a secret so far. They hadn’t told anyone in the house that they loved each other. Asad just wanted to enjoy the little bubble they were in for a little longer, but Zoya on the other hand wanted to tell Najma and Phuphi soon. Zoya sighed, realizing that she had been standing there for way too long and wondered why Asad hadn’t come to see her after work.

“Abhi do din bhi nahi huye aur Mr. Khan mujhe abhi bhool gaye. Office se vapas aakar mujhse milne bhi nahi aaye.” She pouted. “Main hi jaakar dekhti hun, vaise bhi mujhe unse baat karni hai that main yeh baat Phuphi aur Najma se aur nahi chhupa sakti. Allah Miyan! Aise toh mere pet mein dard shuru ho jayega.” With that, she stormed toward Asad’s room.

She crashed into someone in the middle of her and Asad’s room. A familiar pair of arms circled around her waist and saved her from falling, as always. Asad smirked.

“Ms. Farooqi, aap mujhse takraaye bina nahi reh sakti na?” He asked while making her stand up.

“Why did you come so late, Mr. Khan?” she asked, crossing her own arms in front of her feigning fake anger. Asad just shook his head at her cute antics.

“Zoya, main to bahut time pehle aa gya tha. Thora time living room mein baitha aur baaki ka time aapko window ke paas akele smile karte huye dekh raha tha” He smirked a little more than he already was.

Zoya blushed at his words. Oh god! He had been looking at me all this while! I must have looked so stupid grinning to myself. She mentally slapped herself when she realized what he had said before that. He had been home and didn’t even bother to let me know!

“Toh aap pata nahi kabse ghar hain aur mujhe bataya bhi nahi” She pouted and looked away.

He held her hand and gently pulled her a little close to himself. His other hand came up to her chin. He gently made her look up at him.

“I’m sorry Zoya! Jab main ghar pahuncha toh Ammi aur Najma samne bethe the. Toh main aapse milne nahi aa paya.” He explained with a pained expression and Zoya melted. She was about to hug him. He looked around and stopped her from doing so, reminding her that they were in the dining room.

“Mr. Khan mujhe aapse iss baare mein bhi baat karni hai, but aap pehle fresh ho jayiye. Main tab tak aapke liye coffee bana deti hun.” She beamed. He smiled at that. He loved her so much.

They both had been unaware of Najma watching them from the stairs. Her mouth was in a perfect ‘o’ shape, looking at her bhaijaan and Zoya standing so close to each other. The way he was holding her and looking at her, she could clearly see what was cooking between them. She ran upstairs to tell her Ammi.

“Ammi! Wo,..” she was breathless from running so fast.

“Arrey kya hua Najma? Tum bhaag kyu rahi ho?” Dilshad looked at her daughter behaving weirdly.

“Ammi wo Bhaijaan aur Zoya,” Dilshad got alarmed, thinking they might have gotten into another fight.

“Allah! Yeh dono fir jhagad rahe hain kya?”

Najma got a shy smile on her face thinking about the interaction she just saw between both of them. It was totally the opposite of a fight. Dilshad looked at Najma smiling now. She wondered what was wrong with her daughter.

“Ammi, mujhe lagta hai wo dono,” she was struggling now. She didn’t know how to talk to her Ammi about her older brother's love life. She had never thought this day would come, honestly. She was very happy for her brother and Zoya. Her would-be Bhabi now. Her facial expression changed from happy to thoughtful to excited in a few seconds, confusing Dilshad further. Najma sat down on the bed beside her mother.

“Ammi, maine neeche Bhaijaan aur Zoya ko dekha.”

“Arre Najma, toh isme kya badi baat hai. Unhe toh tum roz dekhti ho.” Najma slapped her forehead.

“Nahi Ammi, maine unhe aise kabhi nahi dekha.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn’t know how to explain it to her ammi, but she had to. So she mustered up some courage.

“Ammi, jis tarah se woh dono baat kar rahe the, mujhe lagta hai unke beech mein kuch chal raha hia. Nahi, mujhe lagta nahi hai. I’m sure Ammi.” There, she had said it. Dilshad looked surprised but not to the point that it was hard for her to believe.

“Najma ho sakta hai woh vaise kuch baat kar rahe ho.” She didn’t want to get her hopes too high.

“Nahi Ammi, woh dono itne paas the,” she said while blushing, “aur unke haath ek doosre ke haathon mein the, and unke face expression se clearly pata chal raha tha, ke unke beech kuch toh hai.” She dreamily told her Ammi about what she saw.

“Allah! Agar yeh sach hua toh yeh toh boht khushi ki baat hai Najma.” She hugged Najma in happiness.

“Main abhi unse iss baare mein baat nahi karungi Najma. Kya pata woh khud hume yeh batana chahe. Hum kuch vaqt intezaar karte hain, aur dekhte hain woh kab tak humse yeh chupa payenge.”

“Ji Ammi.” Even though Najma wanted to confront both of them the first thing in the morning, she knew her mother was right. They had to wait until Zoya and Asad were ready to talk to them on this topic.

“Chalo Najma, ab so jao.” They both slept dreaming of Asad and Zoya’s nikah.

On the other hand, Zoya quickly made coffee for Asad while he took a shower. She put the cup beside the settee in Asad’s room when he exited the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Zoya’s eyes widened and yet she couldn’t look anywhere else, she was openly checking him out. Asad’s eyes darkened at the way she was looking at him. Zoya had seen his six packs before but it was different now. Now that she knew he loved her, she thought she didn’t have to look away anymore. Their eyes were locked and all they could see was love and desire in them. Zoya had this sudden urge to touch those abs that always teased her. With her wild thoughts, she strode toward him and stood extra close to him. He wondered what she was up to when her next move made him gasp. She placed both her hands on his smooth chest. All this while her hooded eyes were on his beautiful face. Her hands slowly moved around his chest area and landed on his perfectly structured abs. Asad let out a moan and stared right into her eyes.

“Zoya!?” He was surprised by her sudden moves. This girl was going to make him do things that he would regret later.

“Shhh!” She replied and continued with her torture. His eyes darkened with desire. She traced each of his abs with her soft fingers. He groaned internally. Asad was at the brink of losing the last bit of self-control he had. With her being all bold, it was becoming hard for him to control. He tried one last time to stop her.

“Zoya please!” He could barely hear himself at this point. She just looked up into his eyes as if pleading him to not stop her today. He looked into her eyes and saw them turn a shade darker than they already were and that was it. Forget her! He couldn’t even stop himself now. His hands circled around her waist and pulled her closer to himself. Zoya could feel his hands move lower when they rested on her hips pushing her more into his body, leaving no space between them. She couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of his body so close to hers. She could feel every inch of his body, him being in a towel wasn’t helping at all.

One of his hands moved away from her waist and gently caressed her hair before pulling it all on her right shoulder. His lips touched the exposed skin of her neck making her squirm in his arms. She couldn’t stop her hands from moving on his back. Asad trailed kisses up her neck and she gave him all the access he needed. He traced her jawline with his lips and then kissed her forehead gently. He stopped and looked at her for a moment. Her eyes closed, face flushed and her mouth slightly open. She looked beautiful to him. He gently cupped her face making her open her eyes and locking them with his. His thumb pad touched her lips slightly giving her the hint of what was coming next.

“Zoya! If I go any further, I won’t be able to stop,” he tried to reason with her one more time, even though he knew there was no point.

Zoya just looked down, not meeting his eyes. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to make her face him again. “Don’t be shy! Tell me that you want this as much as I do?!” He never knew THE Zoya Farooqi could be this shy. Zoya nodded her head in a yes, not taking her eyes off his. With that, he pushed her more into him making her gasp loudly. She could feel his hardness against her stomach. He cupped her face before tilting a little and capturing her lips with his own. Asad felt her hand on the edge of the towel around his waist. They broke the kiss with Zoya pulling at his towel making it land on the floor. Asad’s hands reached the front of her shirt. He urgently pulled at it, not caring about the buttons that flew everywhere. Zoya’s hand went back to his abs and slowly moved downwards stroking his hardness on the way. He groaned and picked her up carrying her to his bed.

Placing her on the bed, he bent over, kissing her again, this time more deeply, tongues battling with each other. He stopped for a minute and just looked at her with an unknown hunger in his eyes. Zoya felt weak under his intense gaze. She suddenly felt conscious due to her scar. He saw her get uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Zoya, kya hua? Do you want me to stop? Agar aap uncomfortable feel kar rahi hai toh we don’t have to continue. I love you! And mai aap ke liye wait kar sakta hun.”

She brought her hand to his lips.

“Shh! Agar aap abb ruke toh mai mar jaungi Asad.” His eyes darkened hearing that, but he was still concerned about her.

“Fir kya baat hai Zoya?” he saw tears pooling in her eyes, further worrying him. He took her in his arms, consoling her.

“Asad, I..,” she started while looking at her arm. He had been so lost in her that he hadn’t even noticed her scars. His eyes followed her gaze and saw a huge scar over the length of her arm.

“Zoya yeh kaise hua?” He also had tears in his eyes by now.

“I don’t know Mr. Khan, shayad yeh nishan mujhe tab mile jab main bahut chhoti thi. Lekin inka taluk mere bure khwabo se zarur hai. Mai hamesha inhe chupa ke rakhti hun.” She sobbed. He brought his hand and touched her scarred arm. Taking her arm, he brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly, giving her all the assurance she needed.

“Aapko kuch chhupane ki zarurat nahi hai. Aap iske saath bhi utni hi khubsurat hain, aur yeh toh aapki himmat ki nishaani hai.”

He came up to kiss her lips gently. His hand moved from her arm to her shoulder and down to her back, unhooking her bra in a snap. She gasped, bringing her hands up to her bra, preventing it from falling. His hands covered hers and moved them away, all the time looking into her eyes. She closed her eyes and let him take the lead. He placed kisses on her eyelids and removed the last barrier covering her luscious curves. Laying her down, he came on top of her. He couldn’t stop admiring the beauty in front of him. His hand traced her stomach and the side of her bosom. He heard her intake of breath and eyes still shut. He couldn’t believe it. Just five minutes ago, she was being the bold one, and now she wouldn't even open her eyes. He chuckled, making her eyes fly open.

“Aap hass rahe hain aisi situation mein?” She glared at him.

“Toh aur kya karu?” He asked her, nuzzling her neck now. “Ms. Farooqi, mujhe nahi laga tha mai aapko kabhi itna sharmaate hue dekhunga.” She went red again.

“Woh, mai...actually..” He laughed now, earning a punch on his chest.

“Vaise maine bhi toh kabhi nahi socha tha ke aap itne besharam honge.” She winked at him.

“Abhi maine apni besharmi dikhayi kahan hai?” He whispered in her ear, biting it sensually. Her breath hitched and hands went up to his smooth chest. He took her hands and pinned them above her head, nibbling her neck and shoulders, on his way down. He stopped at the juncture of her neck, and his next move made her moan in the back of her throat. He had taken her nipple into his warm inviting mouth, stroking it with his tongue. He moved his tongue down to her navel, making her buck her hips wildly into his.

“Asad!” She pleaded, not able to take his sweet torture on her body.

He sensed the urgency in her voice and undoing her jeans, he removed them, leaving her in a black pair of thongs. She looked ethereal. Her hands also moved urgently over his body. Her thighs squeezed together. His hand moved lower, spreading her legs wide, he briefly stroked her inner thigh, before rubbing himself on her. All this while sucking at her nipples. Her head fell back from the pleasure he was giving her.

“Zoya, you are driving me crazy.” His tongue traced her neck up to her chin. He locked his eyes with hers, sneaking his hand under her panties, stroking her moist bud. He slowly moved down and took the last piece of clothing off of her. With one swift move, he widened her legs and salivated at the sight in front of him. Zoya moved restlessly on the bed, wanting him to touch her already. He didn’t make her wait any longer. His fingers rubbed her tight and wet core. He wasn’t being gentle anymore. He parted her with both hands and bent his head to slide his tongue inside her.

“Asaad!” she moaned while she aimlessly clutched his head. He continued with his ministrations until she reached her climax.

It was her turn now. She came on top of him and started by licking his lips in the most erotic manner. She started from his chin, licked his jawline, and inserted her tongue into his mouth. She placed kisses along his jaw and brought them up to his ears, licking and biting them. She then moved her attention to his neck, and sucked on it, leaving a purple mark on his veiny throat.

“Zoya..” His breath hitched, he tried to turn them over, but she didn’t oblige. She continued her trail of kissing, licking, and biting downward. She circled her thumb on his nipples, her tongue following the path. Giving the same attention to each of his abs, she moved lower. He looked at her in anticipation. Her fingers clamped on the waistband of his underwear, she tugged at it, pulling it down. Her hand reached out to touch and clasp his bulge. She stroked the tip of his penis and bent down to circled her tongue around it. He grabbed her hair, as he watched her suck him mercilessly.

“Oh god.. Zoya!” He reveled in the pleasure. She continued working her beautiful mouth on him, her hands doing the job as well. He didn’t want it to end too soon, so he flipped them over. Positioning his erection over her slit, he locked his lips with hers and entered her in one thrust. She gasped in his mouth. Asad saw her eyes shut tight, and eyebrows knit together in tension.

“Zoya, Am I hurting you?”

“No, keep going.” She said in a raspy voice. Even though it hurt at first, she didn’t want him to stop. He gently started moving inside her. Zoya started to relish in the pleasure, her moans getting louder. He had to keep silencing her by taking her mouth into his.

He saw her breasts bounce as he wildly thrust in and out of her. He pinned her hands above her head and caught her lips in a kiss. Not an inch of space between their bodies. He increased the pace, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, making him thrust deeper.

“Asaad..F*ck” He joined their mouths in a kiss, to muffle her screams.

“Zoya, you’re so hot, top to bottom.”

He put her legs on his shoulders and continued thrusting in and out of her, while she helplessly held onto his forearms. She was lost in pleasure when he stopped and turned her around. With both his hands on her butt, he erotically rubbed and slapped his length on her ass, making her go wild. Elevating her ass with a pillow, both his hands spreading her, he guided himself inside her. She stopped herself from screaming out loud. He kept nuzzling her neck and licking her ears at the same time, taking her to the edge.

“Zoyaa!”

“Asaad!”

They both cried, and with one last thrust, came together.

“Kya Ms. Farooqi, aapne mera sara plan flop kar diya,” he pouted complaining to Zoya who had her head rested on his chest, a duvet covering them both.

“Kya? Kaunsa plan Mr. Khan?”

“Aapko date par lejakar propose karne ka.” He said nuzzling her in the neck.

“Allah Miyan! What’s wrong with you Mr. Khan? Kya aap mujhe iss vaqt propose kar rahe hai?” She exclaimed.

“Ji, wo actually,” he didn’t know what to say. He was just playing with her a minute ago. Now, what should I say? He thought to himself.

“Zoya!” He made her sit up and held both her hands.

“Main chahta tha yeh moment aapke liye bahut special ho, but aapki meharbani se aadhe miyan beewi toh hum ban hi chuke hain,” he smirked when he saw her face turn the deepest shade of red.

“Zoya, ab main aap se zyada waqt door nahi reh paunga. I’m sure aap bhi yehi mehsoos karti hain, specially jo kuch bhi aaj hua uske baad.” He loved teasing her and making her go all red. She playfully smacked his arm. She was surprised to see him like this.

“Mr. Khan, main..” He stopped her mid-way.

“Mera naam lijiye na, thori der pehle toh aap mera naam liye bina reh nahi paa rahi thi.”

“Allah Miyan! Aapko kya hogya hai,” her eyes were wide, “aap itni besharam kabse ho gye, Asad?” She took his name after a pause, making him smile.

“Bas do din pehle.” He laughed. “On a serious note Zoya, main aapse poochna chahta hoon, Kya aap mujhse nikah karengi?” He asked without any hesitation. He had realized that he wanted her by his side all his life.

He saw her tear up again, for the third time in the last two days. But all those times, they had been tears of happiness. He kissed her forehead, still holding her hands. Next, he brought her hands to his lips and kissed them so gently. She closed her eyes at that moment.

“Mr. Khan,..I mean Asad, main nahi janti mere Abbu ne meri Ammi ko kyun chhod diya, lekin main jab chhoti thi, maine tabse soch liya tha that jab bhi nikah karungi, usse poori tarah se nibhaungi. Mere liye nikah woh wada hai jo ta-umar nibhana chahiye. Aur yeh waada mai aap se karna chahti hun. So mera jawaab hai, haan main aapse nikah karungi.” She expressed with the biggest smile on her face.

It was his turn to tear up. She leaned forward and kissed his tears away, hugging him tightly. They hugged like never before. It was as if they were making a lifetime promise to stay with each other, no matter what happens. After breaking the hug, they lay down on the bed, not realizing when sleep took over them both. They slept most peacefully that night, without any worries or fears.

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Fantastic applied

Jungli billi Zoya became silent billi really soon .haha

Can't wait to see how AsYa reveal about their relationship to amnaj !!!

Good update

Beautifully portrayed

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Ps : I know forum is dead and you hardly get any likes or replies nowadays , I'm sorry but still a few people is hereee..pls pls keep updating

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Fantastic applied

Jungli billi Zoya became silent billi really soon .haha

Can't wait to see how AsYa reveal about their relationship to amnaj !!!

Good update

Beautifully portrayed

Clap clap clap

Ps : I know forum is dead and you hardly get any likes or replies nowadays , I'm sorry but still a few people is hereee..pls pls keep updating

Thank you so much! Glad you liked it. ❤️ Yeah I will try to update soon.

Nice story dear

Loved it

Asya confessed their love but hide it from others

Time to tell ammi about them as couple

Waiting for next part soon

Thanks

awesome update I mean iam in love with story ❤️

Amazing update dear

Waiting for next part😛❤️

Awesome🤩

I miss Asya.. thank you so much for this ❤❤❤

Awesome story.. I could feel their emotions.. love the confession

continue soon

Hello guys,

I am so sorry for such a late update. I was extremely busy with school and work. I have tried to do my best but this is definitely not the best I could do. Anyway, I still decided to post it so that I don't make you all wait any longer. There will be one more update after this. Enjoy! 😛

Part 3

Zoya woke up when the sun hit her face, and realized where she was. The sweetest smile formed on her face, followed by a frown. It is morning already, and I am still in Asad’s room. What if someone sees me here. All these thoughts ran through her mind. She tried to wake Asad.

“Mr. Khan!” “Allah Miyan! Yeh uth kyu nahi rahe!”

“Asad!” She said a little loud this time and saw his eyes open. He snuggled into her, breathing in her scent.

“Good morning Ms. Farooqi! Aap itni jaldi kyun uth gayi?” He was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Mr. Khan, subah ho gayi hai aur mai aapke kamre mein hun, agar koi aagya toh, and worse agar koi mere room mein gaya aur main vahan nahi mili toh?”

“Toh isme kaunsi badi baat hai, Zoya? Waise bhi toh humne ek na ek din unhe sab sach batana hi tha, aise hamara kaam easy ho jayega.” He said so casually. She couldn’t believe him.

“Mr. Khan, I'm serious! Aur aap subah subah mazak kar rahe hain? Mujhe boht darr lag raha hai. Phupi kya sochengi agar unhone hume aise dekh liya? Aur aapne toh meri shirt ke buttons bhi tod diye.”

He chuckled hearing that.

“Zoya, calm down! Koi nahi dekhega hume aise. Abhi toh 6 baje hain, aur agar Ammi uthi bhi hui toh abhi neeche nahi aayi hongi. Aap tab tak apne room mein chale jayengi, and don’t worry, meri koi shirt pehan kar chale jayiye.” He gave her a peck on the lips.

Later in the morning, Asad was the first one to come out for breakfast, followed by Dilshad and Najma.

“Good morning Bhaijaan!”

“Good morning Tamatar! Kaisi ho tum?”

“Main thik hun Bhaijaan.” She saw her brother’s eyes move away from his newspaper and wondered what he was looking at. His eyes were fixed on Zoya, who was walking toward the dining table. Dilshad also saw the exchanged look between them, and could tell right away that whatever Najma said was true. They definitely had something going on between them. How did I miss it before? She thought to herself.

“Good morning Phupi, Najma!”

“Good morning Zoya!” They both greeted her.

“Good morning Mr. Khan!” She cheered. He smiled at her antics and wished her.

They all had breakfast in silence, when Asad got up to leave for office.

“Ammi main chalta hun. Khuda Hafiz!” He gave Zoya a quick glance and walked toward the door. Right when he stepped out the door, Zoya saw that he forgot his phone where he was sitting.

“Allah Miyan! Phupi, Mr. Khan apna phone bhool gaye, main unhe dekar aati hun.”

“Okay Beta!” Dilshad and Najma smiled internally.

Zoya ran outside with his phone in hand. He was already in the car, so she went around to the driver’s side and he opened the window.

“Aap apna phone andar hi bhool gaye the.”

“Main bhoola nahi tha, maine yeh jaan bujhkar andar choda tha.” He said proudly, making her chuckle.

“Mr. Khan, aap toh bahut naughty ho gaye hain. Well, I like it.”

“Aapko achi tarah bye bolne ke liye kuch toh karna tha na.”

“Waise Mr. Khan, hume Phuphi aur Najma ko bata dena chahiye na?”

“Bata denge Zoya, jaldi hi. Agar aap chahti hain toh aaj hi baat kar lenge. Kya khayal hai To-be Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan?” He leaned close to her. She blushed hearing him say that.

“Mr. Khan, shaam tak decide karte hain. Ab aap late ho rahe honge.”

“Main aise kaise chale jau Zoya. Aap jaanti hain mere liye kitna mushkil hoga poora din aapke bina rehna.”

“Kya chahte hain aap?”

“Kiss!” She chuckled at that. He had seriously become besharam over the last few days. She bent forward and pecked him on the cheek.

“Bass?” He sounded disappointed. She opened the door and snaked her arms around his neck, capturing his lips with hers. He smiled into the kiss. After a quick kiss, she let him go.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave.”

“Jayiye Mr. Khan. Late ho jayenge aap. Hum shaam ko milte hain and Phuphi aur Najma se baat bhi toh karni hai.” She winked at him, making him a little nervous over the thought of talking to his ammi and sister about his love life. He left for office with that thought.

Zoya walked back into the house, smiling to herself. She didn’t realize Najma and Phupi were sitting on the sofa now, wondering why it took Zoya over 5 minutes just to hand Asad his phone. They both giggled when they saw Zoya smiling to herself.

“Zoya! Tumhe itni der kahan lag gyi?” Zoya came out of her dreamland.

“Woh Phupi, Mr. Khan hamesha ki tarah mujhse larh rahe the.” She made up a believable excuse.

“Accha! Toh phir aap itna muskura kyo rahi hain Zoya?” Najma interfered.

“Woh main, actually Tamatar,..” Zoya was lost for words for the first time in her life. Najma burst out laughing. Zoya smiled nervously.

“Zoya, aap itni nervous kyun ho rahi hain. Main toh bas mazak kar rahi thi, aur mujhe pata hai aap isliye smile kar rahi hongi, because hamesha ki tarah aap larhai mein bhaijaan se jeet gayi hogi. Haina?” Dilshad looked at Najma and thought “Waah meri beti kitni smart hai.”

“Han Tamatar, tum bilkul sahi keh rahi ho.” She was relieved. For a minute, she thought Najma and Phupi had seen them, which would have been so awkward.

The day had passed and the sun was getting ready to set. Zoya was sitting in the living room, waiting for Asad to come home from the office. She was pretending to do something on her iPad, when Asad walked in through the main door, making her eyes shoot up. A smile immediately formed on his face, seeing her the first thing at getting home.

“Hi!” He greeted, walking in her direction.

“Hi Asad!” Every time she said his name, his heart did a little flip. He quickly glanced over the living room, and seeing no one around, pecked her on the forehead. He sat beside her, taking her hand in his.

“How was your day?” he asked knowing that she had missed him just as much as he did.

“Achha tha but I missed you!” She admitted and placed her head on his shoulder. She had missed him so much and just wanted to be close to him, not caring about their surroundings.

“I missed you too Zoya!” He placed his arm around her, kissing her forehead again. He loved doing that.

Dilshad wiped a tear that escaped her eyes, when she saw her son and Zoya in each other’s arms. They looked so content and happy. She could clearly see the love in their eyes for each other. She had never seen her son this happy in her entire life. He had started to smile and relax a little, all because of Zoya. Zoya had changed her Asad’s life, and she couldn’t be happier about it. She silently watched them from top of the stairs and decided to leave them alone, when she saw them getting way too close to each other. Dilshad faked a cough to announce her entry. As much as she wanted Zoya to be her bahu, she didn’t want them to openly display their love in the living room before marriage.

Asad and Zoya heard someone cough and sprung apart. They both turned around to see Dilshad walk down the stairs. They didn’t know if Dilshad had seen them cuddled up. Asad stood up to greet his Ammi.

“As-salamu alaykum Ammi!”

“Wa ʿalaykumu salam beta! Tum kab aaye?” She feigned ignorance.

“Bas abhi aaya hun Ammi. Najma kahan hai?”

“Woh padhai kar rahi hai apne room mein. Tum coffee piyoge, Asad?”

“Jee Ammi! Main fresh hokar aata hun.” Saying that he left for his room, leaving Zoya sitting on the couch scrolling through her I-Pad. Dilshad shook her head, and went to prepare a cup of coffee for Asad.

Asad and Zoya had decided to talk to Dilshad after dinner. They all were having dinner when Zoya spilled daal on the table. If she had done this a few days ago, Asad would have gone off on her, but now he just massaged his temples. Much to Dilshad and Najma’s surprise, he took some tissues, and wiped the table down.

“Kya baat hai Asad, tum gussa nahi huye.” Dilshad laughed, embarrassing Asad. He sat down and finished his dinner. He looked over at Zoya and he could tell that she was nervous. He reassured her by blinking his eyes.

After dinner, they all sat in the living room, and out of nowhere Asad shot up, making everyone turn to face him. He went up to Zoya and extended his hand for her to hold. Zoya hesitantly took his hand and stood up. Dilshad and Najma knew what was coming and could not contain their excitement.

Asad sat down in front of his Ammi, with Zoya by his side, still holding his hand. With one hand, he cupped his Ammi’s hand, and looked in her eyes. Dilshad could see that he was a little nervous. Pagal bache.

“Kya baat hai Asad?”

“Ammi, woh..”

“Haan bolo.” She insisted.

“Woh actually,” He went back from being a sher to his reserved self. Zoya rolled her eyes and decided to take charge.

“Allah Miyan, what's wrong with you Mr. Khan? Aap phir woh actually par atak gaye. Aap hatiye, main baat karti hoon.” Dilshad and Najma giggled at that. Only Zoya could talk to Asad like that.

“Batao Zoya, kya baat hai?” She feigned innocence.

“Ji woh Phupi,” Asad gave her hand a gentle squeeze, giving her all the courage she needed.

“Phupi, main aur Mr. Khan es doosre se muhabbat karte hain, aur hum nikaah karna chahte hain.” She had said all that in one breath. Najma squealed like a little girl, but Dilshad stayed silent for a minute, scaring Asad and Zoya.

Allah Miyan, yeh Phupi kuch bol kyun nahi rahin.

“Ammi! Aap kuch boliye na.” Now he was getting a little concerned. He had thought she would be the happiest on hearing this news, since she loved Zoya so much. But she hadn’t reacted at all.

Dilshad on the other hand had decided to have a little fun of her own. She was enjoying seeing their scared faces. Mere budhu bache. Inhe kya lagta hai k main khush nahi hoon. Main toh sabse zyada khush hoon.

“Asad, Zoya, kab se chal raha hai yeh sab kuch?” She asked in a stern voice. Najma looked at her Ammi, confused. What had gotten into her Ammi all of a sudden? As much as she remembered, Ammi had been happy to hear this the other day.

“Woh Ammi, kuch din se.” He looked down, not meeting her eyes.

“Tum dono humari peeth peeche yeh sab kar rahe the. Mujhe tumse yeh umeed nahi thi Asad.” She upped the drama quotient a little. Zoya had never seen Phupi talk in that tone. She was actually getting worried now.

Maybe Mr. Khan jo bhi kaha karte the woh sahi tha, shayad main iss ghar ke liye misfit hoon. Isliye Phupi gussa ho rahi hain.

She felt tears brimming in her eyes. Asad took a look at her face, and his heart broke. He couldn’t see Zoya in tears.

“Ammi hum ek doosre se muhabbat karte hain and humari muhabbat paak hai. Aap aise kyun keh rahi hain?” He didn’t know why his Ammi was reacting this way.

She is the one who always wanted me to get married and now that I am in love and ready to get married, she is getting mad.

Dilshad saw both of their faces fall and couldn’t take this any further. They were genuinely getting upset now and her intention was not to make them sad. She smiled and cupped both of their faces.

“Main toh tum dono ko aisi hi pareshan kar rahi thi. Main boht khush hoon Asad.” She had tears in her own eyes now. Zoya’s eyes widened.

“Phuphi, that is so mean.” She pouted. Dilshad, Najma, and Asad laughed at her cuteness. Dilshad made Zoya stand up and hugged her tightly.

“Meri bahu.” She said while kissing her forehead. Zoya blushed and stole a glance at Asad. He blushed as well.

“Wow Zoya, mujhe nahi pata tha ki aap sharmaati bhi hain.” She

winked at her to-be-bhabi. Her bhaijaan glared at her.

“Bhaijaan, Zoya....Bhabi, I am so happy for you guys.” She ran and hugged them both.