The Sins of the Father ...An Asya Story

Part 8

"I love you Zoya"...

Waking up to Asad's voice was one of the best moments of Zoya's life. Zoya felt the sun rays warming her back. She sank her face deeper into Asad's chest. Asad had held her close all night. Granted their intertwined limbs were making things a bit uncomfortable but he was not going to rush things. God knows how much he wanted her. But for right now having her in his arms was everything he needed. Asad did not get much sleep. He was too busy memorizing every line of Zoya's face and every contour of her body. He smiled when she talked in her sleep "Go to sleep Asad," she said in her sleep and then she turned. Her hair on his face, Asad took that as a sign of leaving her alone. But she pulled his hands tighter around her just as he was about to turn. Asad smiled at that memory and nuzzled more into her hair. Zoya was awake also now. She didn't want to move. They both knew that the sun would come up and they would have to get back to reality. Zoya moved her hand over Asad's chest slowly as if memorizing every contour. Zoya knew Asad was awake when she felt his heartbeats increase under her palm. Torturously Zoya moved her hand under Asad's kurta. Asad was really still. Zoya could feel him tense under her hand. She got a little braver and began tracing her hand along his waist band of his pants. Asad quickly caught her hand and flipped over her so he was now on top of her. Zoya was in hysterics now. Asad was so lost in her smile. "You know Asad" giggled Zoya "I have wanted to do that from the time I walked into you in the bath" giggled Zoya. Asad was so lost in her eyes and tinkling laughter. "You were whistling Jaane kyun log pyaar karte hain" smiled Zoya as her hands traced Asad's pecs "I was so flustered, I didn't know what I was saying "continued Zoya. Asad and Zoya smiled at the memory.

Asad continued to stare into Zoya's eyes absently tucking away her hair behind her ear both Asad and Zoya was drowning in each other's eyes. Meanwhile Zoya let her hands roam; she had never felt such a shoulder. She remembered all the times she held onto it. Hard, firm muscle rounded over the top of his arm, Zoya's hand curved around his muscle, digging her fingers in. When her hand closed over his arm, he leaned in closer, his body pressing against hers. Zoya's hand slipped to his back and under his kurta and began exploring his back contours. A slight moan escaped from Asad. Putting on hand behind her head he turned her to side and began to kiss her with all the passion they missed. He kissed her the way she has always wanted to be kissed, they way he had dreamed of kissing her, kissed her the way fairy tales were suppose to end, the way all the books say a kiss should feel – the way no one has even been kissed before. Asad moved his thigh between Zoya's much smaller one, Zoya's arms went fully around Asad's neck pulling him closer, pulling him as close as he could come to her. Moving his mouth away from hers, he kissed her neck, kissed her ear lobe as his hands moved down her back, he moved her so that she was on top of him now. They were both breathless by the time they pulled apart they needed air. Zoya was totally flustered. Asad wanted more, he grasped for Zoya but she was on top of him laughing. Asad reached for her again, she pushed him away and said "No Mr Khan, it's time to start the day" teasingly said Zoya and kissed him full on the mouth. Zoya was too quick for Asad, she quickly got off and run into the bathroom. Asad put his head back on the pillow and smiled like an idiot. Asad starred at the ceiling thanking god for giving them this chance. He rolled of the bed and made his way to his room. Only to be caught by Najma who smiled cheekily. "Who is the tamatar now bhaijaan" she teased. Asad smiled and shook his head and entered his room.

When he made his way to the breakfast table, he was quite surprised to his ammi at the table. Zoya was busy preparing breakfast whilst Najma was helping ammi. They looked like a picture perfect family. Asad smiled and made his way to the table and took his seat. Zoya gave his coffee just the way he likes it. They exchanged smiles, this did not go unnoticed by Dilshaad who smiled at son. Her family was finally complete as she looked around the table. Zoya placed the breakfast on the table and made her way to her seat, and that is when Asad noticed Zoya, she was wearing a white anarkali. She looked like an angel. He was once again lost in her beauty. It was at that point when Tanveer entered to catch Asad and Zoya lost in each others eyes. Tanveer was fuming she had to do something quick. Tanveer said "salaam" a little too loudly snapping Asad and Zoya out of reverie. Asad dreamy look turned to one of disgust as soon as he saw her. But he quickly looked at Zoya gesturing him to calm with her eyes. "Where's Aakeer" asked Asad. Tanveer smiled sweetly "He is still asleep. He had quite a rough night, he is so used to sleeping with you – he didn't sleep well last night" . Asad felt a little guilty, Tanveer saw that and decided to add more guilt "I brought him to you this morning, but you were not in your room". Asad choked on his coffee. Zoya blushed – Tanveer caught all of these reactions and so did Najma and Dilshaad. "I went out for a jog" snapped Asad. Zoya looked at him and gestured with her eyes again and continued to help Dilshaad eat. "Tamatar, I know today is your day off, will you please help ammi with her physio today. I have to be somewhere urgent" asked Zoya to Najma. "Off course bhabhi" teased Najma. Zoya looked confused and looked at Asad, who was blushing behind his newspapers. Tanveer who was watching the exchange was furious now. She had to do something quick. Zoya gave Dilshaad her meds and helped her to the living room. "Zoya, I think khala would be more comfortable in her room" said Tanveer sweetly. Asad and Zoya cringed. "No Tanveer, ammi has stayed prisoned in her room for too long, she needs to be free. After all this is her house. And I have told you before, what I do with my family is none of your business, you are a guest in this house so act like one" replied Zoya. Asad was so proud of his wife. He smiled at her. Asad picked up his bag and jacket and kissed Dilshaad on her head and said good bye. Zoya watched the exchange and smiled, Asad caught her smiling. He smiled back and walked out the door. Zoya was just about to walk away. When her phone beeped...