Okay so after around two pages of spam asking me to update, here I am! Haha sorry about the delay, I really am swamped with work. Decided to write something up before Monday comes by again, and the work piles further!
Anyway it seems this FF won FF of the week for the latest edition of the QH Newsletter! Thank you guys, for loving this story as much as you guys do haha, despite my love for cruel cliffhangers hahaha.
Yes Boss: Part 40 "You know what Mr Khan, mujhe laga tha ke ab Vijay bhi nahi hai toh aap mujhe technical department ka head ka position denge. Lekin nahi, I was wrong. Aap toh mujhe naukri se hi nikaal rahe hai," Zoya lamented sadly, loosening her grip on his collar as her shoulders slumped in defeat. Asad grabbed her hands before she could move them away, and held them to his chest.
"Zoya, ek aur position bhi khaali hai. Mera..." Asad began to say, when Zoya gasped in response and cut him off. She pulled her hands out of his grip and used them to punch his chest lightly as she sobbed dramatically.
"Allah miyan what's wrong with you Mr Khan! Aap resign kar rahe ho?! Kyun?? Look, we're married now so there's plenty of time for us to spend time together. There's no need to leave your job just so you can spend all your time with me. Waise bhi, if you resign, that what will happen with this company! Dekhiye, mere paas ek better solution hai. Just let me continue working here, and we can be together! Theek hai? Accha toh ab main mere cabin main jaa rahi hoon..." Zoya began blabbering, leaving Asad no opportunity to speak. It was only when Asad clamped his palm down on her mouth that she finally stopped talking.
"For goodness sake, SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME. Won't you ever let me finish my sentences before jumping to your own conclusions? It's not like I speak that much to begin with, so in the rare occasions that I do, shut up. Main yeh keh raha tha, ke mera matlab hai ke aapko technical department main kaam karne ki zaroorat nahi hai... OUCH!!" Asad began to explain, when he suddenly felt Zoya's teeth sink down in the flesh of his palm. He pulled his hand away quickly staring at his skin to see if it hadn't broken.
"Kyun na karoon technical department main kaam! Main wahi kaam karoongi, I don't care," Zoya huffed haughtily, crossing her arms across her chest as she watched Asad soothe the trauma on his palm by blowing on it. His jaw clenched as he glared at her and finally stopped attending to his palm. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to the table, before jabbing his finger into the freshly signed papers.
"Read," Asad commanded, giving up on explaining anything to her verbally. She stared curiously at the papers, and shrugged after a while, finding nothing different from the first time she read it. Asad rolled his eyes before flipping a few pages, and then jabbed at the paper again. Zoya frowned a little before leaning forward and reading that page.
"Aap... yeh... really?" Zoya asked stupidly, her eyes darting back and forth between the papers and Asad's unreadable expression. He gave her a short nod, and she found herself sinking into the chair slowly.
"Khuda ka lakh lakh shukar hai ke finally aapki bolti bandh hogayi. I was talking about Vinod's position being empty. And now since you're going to take that position, I need you to remember that henceforth, read ALL the pages of any document before signing them," Asad advised casually, when Zoya remained silent for more time than was usual for her.
"But..." Zoya began to argue again, but got cut off when Asad groaned in frustration. He hauled her up from the chair by her shoulders and forced her to stand in front of him, so she could look at him directly in the face.
"Why do you have to argue with me about everything? Good or bad, you're never satisfied!" Asad growled into her face, making her flinch for a second. To his surprise, he found her smiling goofily thereafter, as she used her hands to cup his face.
"I was going to say, but what about the technical department? Waise, I remember a wise man once tell me: Won't you ever let me finish my sentences before jumping to your own conclusions?" Zoya mimicked, before bursting into laughter. Asad's face finally softened, as his hands slackened and trailed downwards, resting at her waist.
"You can hire whoever you want and do whatever you want with it, the technical department is in your charge Vice President ji. So... you think I'm wise then? What else do you think of me?" Asad asked seriously, taking Zoya by surprise. She stared into his eyes, trying to understand of he was teasing her or if he really wanted to know... but she really couldn't tell.
"Alright, now that you've given me such an important position, I've decided on two things. One, I will stop cutting you off when you're telling me something, and two, I will clarify things I don't understand with you instead of jumping to conclusions. So keeping to the second decision... I don't understand what you want me to say," Zoya replied lamely, his dead pan look beginning to weird her out a little.
"The truth Zoya," Asad replied just as seriously... and then she caught it just in time, that tiny little twinkle of mischief in his eyes. She pursed her lips a little as she stopped herself from smiling openly, her fingers stroking his face on their own accord.
"I also think you're arrogant, and old-fashioned, and emotionally challenged..." Zoya began listing off, and she felt the muscles in his jaw twitch as they clenched up, much to her amusement. She felt his hands drop away from her waist, and suddenly teasing him didn't seem like such a good idea.
"But I know beneath all that on the exterior, you're an amazingly caring and loving person inside, and most importantly, you're all... mine," Zoya whispered into his ear boldly, as she stood on the tip of her toes to reach it. She dropped a chaste kiss on his cheek next to his ear when she didn't get any response from him.
"Miss Farooqui, aap bohut shameless hai," Asad mock-complained huskily as he turned his head towards her, his nose brushing with hers lightly. She smiled and blushed at the same time, the very tone of his voice sending tingles down her spine. He ran a finger down her fringe, tucking it behind her ear as he trailed it downwards to stop in the indentation of her dimple. She tilted her chin upwards slightly, and that was invitation enough for him, as he pressed a soft kiss against her lips.
"Mr Khan..." Zoya whispered against his lips making him grunt disappointedly as he increased pressure on her lips slightly. She frowned, wondering what was wrong, as her hands instinctively found their way to the lapels of his coat, pushing it off his shoulders.
"Yeh Mr Khan kaun hai?" Asad asked in between kisses, his disapproval coming out strong. Zoya's forehead creased in confusion as she tried to understand what he was saying, her thoughts running all over the place as she found Asad's hands find their way to her the waistband of her work pants, pulling her shirt out of it. He broke away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck.
"Asad..." Zoya found herself gasping out without thinking. She heard a soft rumble that came from the back of Asad's throat, sounding a lot like amused laughter. His hands trailed under her shirt, touching the bare skin of both sides of her waist as he held her there, lifting her up effortlessly and seating her on the edge of his desk, kicking aside his discarded coat, which was lying in a crumpled mess next to his feet.
"That's much better," Asad said happily, as he nuzzled her neck lovingly. Zoya giggled as his stubble tickled her, suddenly realizing what he was asking for earlier. She fiddled with the top button of his shirt uncertainly unbuttoning it slowly. Soon Asad closed his hand over her shaky fingers, moving them away as he took over the job of removing his shirt himself. He raised his eyebrow at her cockily as he dumped the shirt on the ground, intentionally flexing his biceps as he pressed his palms down on the edge of the desk on either side of her knees, leaning into her face.
Zoya's faced flushed as Asad casually lifted one of his hands to her chin, using his index finger to tap it lightly and close her mouth, making her realize at long last that she was openly gaping at him. She quickly composed herself and removed her blazer painfully slowly, sucking her cheeks in as she pouted at him, hoping to wipe the smug look off his face, but it didn't.
Zoya lifted her hands up to her chest, unbuttoning her shirt just as slowly, and as she progressed downwards with each button, the smugness on his face slowly disappeared as well. The corner of one side of her lips lifted in a small smile as she left her unbuttoned shirt hanging on her shoulders, and leaned forward a little, tapping Asad's chin in the same way he did, closing his mouth for him.
Asad shook his head and smiled at her, before tilting his head down and claiming her lips once again. She waited for Asad to push her shirt off her shoulders and slide them out of her arms before placing one hand safely on his neck and letting the other travel into his hair as she held his head in place. Asad's fingers danced across her back sensuously before reaching her bra strap. That wretched strap again.
"Ruko," Zoya said, suddenly breaking their kiss, just after he had fumbled with the bra strap uncertainly for a while, unable to even find a hook this time. He stopped, feeling a little stupid as he backed off completely, taking a small step backwards from the desk.
"I'm wearing a frontsie," Zoya explained nonchalantly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Asad stared at her blankly, wondering if it was even English. She glanced down at her chest briefly, and Asad followed the trail of her eyes, as realization dawned upon him. Instead of reaching for the hook that happened to be in the front this time, in between the cups of her bra, he smiled softly and crossed his arms across his chest, as if waiting for her to say something.
"Yes, I wore this on purpose, happy? There's no need to gloat. I just didn't want any silly... mess ups again," Zoya mumbled, unhappy to have been caught. Asad laughed a deep laugh, the kind that made her belly clench in excitement.
"So you were expecting an... again?" Asad pointed out, as he finally closed the gap between them again, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pressed her against his body. His fingers found the hook at the front, and he snapped it open easily, since he could see it clearly. The cups of her bra fell to either side of her body, and Zoya quickly pushed Asad away, using her arm to cover herself up.
"No, wait, no," Zoya stopped Asad, bursting his bubble suddenly. He frowned as she tried to use one hand to put on her bra again. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration as he stepped back, realizing that maybe he shouldn't have pushed her unnecessarily with his teasing about her bra. But was that the problem?
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Woh kya hai na, I got inspired by the delayed SR track in the show itself currently HAHAHA.
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