Chapter 8

"Jammy!"

Zoya and Asad jumped away from each other as Tanveer burst through the door.

"What happened?" Asad asked, worriedly. Tanveer looked between the two and walked forward.

"How are you feeling?" She asked. It took everything in Zoya from beating the daylights out of Tanveer.

"Better," he replied as he held a hand out to her. Zoya's eyes went wide as she saw their hands come together. A weird sensation crept up Zoya's spine and she had a sudden urge to scratch this woman's face out. Zoya didn't know why she felt sudden anger towards Tanveer, except that she just did.

"Zoya, may I please sit?" Tanveer asked sweetly. Zoya narrowed her eyes at her and was about to say no when Asad interrupted her.

"What's the need to ask, Tanu? Sit," he said patting the bed next to him. This was the last straw. Zoya was out of the door before Asad could even think about stopping her.

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"Who does he think he is?" Zoya fumed as she stomped down the steps and into her room. "Pulling her like that to sit down next to him."

Zoya crossed her arms in front of her chest and plopped down on the sofa in the drawing room.

"If it were me, he probably would've made me stand throughout-," Zoya fell silent as a vivid flashback of what was happening before Tanveer interrupted them. Her lips parted and her eyes went wide as saucers.

"He was going to" Zoya felt light headed all of a sudden. He was going to kiss her. A sigh fell through her lips and her eyes fluttered close as she realised what could've happened if they hadn't been rudely interrupted.

"Zoya?"

Dilshad's voice snapped Zoya out of her trance-like state and she bolted onto her feet.

"Yes, Phuppi?"

"Zoya, could you please help me with something?" Dilshad asked. Zoya nodded and followed her.

They walked past the storeroom and Zoya froze as once again memories flashed through her mind.

"Forget about it Zoya. What has happened has happened," Dilshad said placing a hand on her shoulder. Zoya was silent for a good three minutes.

"Phuppi," Zoya said softly.

"Hmm?"
"Phuppi, why doesn't he see that everything I do, I do for him?" Zoya asked turning to face her.

"Zoya," Dilshad said placing a hand on her cheek.

"Before I do anything I always ask myself whether or not he would want it or not. If he would approve or not," Zoya said, hot tears were stinging her eyes and she tried to blink them away.

"Then have you ever taken a moment to ask yourself why you seek his approval?" Dilshad asked, a smile playing on her lips. Zoya blinked at her and asked herself, why did she seek his approval so much?

"No answer?" Dilshad asked. Zoya shook her head slowly.

"It's because you care about him, Zoya. More than you ever wanted to," Dilshad explained. Zoya looked at her sharply.

"Phuppi, I don't love him," she said indignantly. Dilshad's smile grew wider.

"I never said you loved him," she said, before walking away. Zoya felt her face heat up and she stormed to her room.

Once in the solitary confinement of her room, she sat on the bed and thought over what Dilshad had said. She wanted his attention, no scratch that, she needed it. Zoya swallowed nervously as she tried to sort out her feelings. Seeing him in pain made her heart break, his simplest touch caused her heart to start hammering, his smile made her swoon, and most importantly, his voice, the strong baritone voice, which would make any woman weak in the knees with only a single syllable. Everything about him just caused Zoya to feel things she never had felt before. Hell, even thinking about him just made her head swirl.

Zoya groaned and her face dropped into her hands. There was no way she could love him. No way at all. They were worlds apart. She was spontaneous, he was collected. She was loud, he was silent. She was in love, he was not. Zoya cursed whoever came up with the saying "Opposites Attract" to the darkest pit in hell because whoever they were, just gave her a tiny little hope that maybe he returned her feelings.

That's why he always welcomes Tanu in his arms voluntarily. Zoya growled at the little voice in the back of her head.

"She throws herself onto him!" Zoya cried out.

Really Zoya? Are you forgetting how he opened his arms for her?

"He was just, just, just glad to see her again," Zoya argued.

Zoya, Zoya, Zoya, stop denying the truth. You know it's true.

"Shut up! Tanveer is his best friend from childhood. He doesn't have feelings for her?"
Doesn't he? Think about it Zoya, she's everything that you are not. Everything that he's ever wanted in a girl.

Zoya didn't have an answer to that. It was true. Tanveer was everything that Mr. Khan wanted. She felt an odd feeling creep up her spine and her mouth formed a small 'o' when she realised that it was nothing else but pure jealousy. Shooting to her feet, she sprinted back to his room and threw open the door.

"Mr. Khan, I nee-WHAT THE HELL?"

~ End of Ch. 8 ~

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