AsYa(KaBhi)FF Chance One In A Million Thread #2 - Page 7

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Congrats Chahat for the new thread🥳

Thank you

Originally posted by: --SH7_Sunny--

ohh really toh naach basanti jab tak tu naachegi tab tak me comment marrun ga 😆

ohh really size zero 😆🤪🤣

tu update nahi degi 😡chal tere ko smeera bola bas😈

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Originally posted by: --SH7_Sunny--

Acha hain time mila 😆

hey jaldi dena ab mega spolier😡😆

are why u post only on midnights chahat 😕😆

ur good yaar teaching students n writing stories here n also in NL team, ur doing multi tasking😆

so jaldi se dena ab teaser wo bhi ekdum mega wala 😉

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Chapter 7

From the last 21 days Zoya was lost in her own little world. Her abbu's death, her pregnancy, the contract marriage with Asad, Tariq's threats, The Quran Khawani for her abbu... After so many days when she had finally just when had come out' of her inner world, then she came to know that so many things or to be exact rumors had come out' about her in the outer world.

The boating ride in the lake in Orchha for two hours especially Asad's quiet companionship at that time had created a relaxing tranquility deep inside Zoya's mind and soul. Suddenly that tranquility was disturbed on accidently meeting her friends. By the time they got back to the hotel Zoya's mood had been spoiled. She sat on the king sized double bed without uttering a word for a lot of time...

"Miss Farookhi, dinner ke liye neeche jaana hai na?" Zoya heard Asad's voice and came to. "Dinner?" "Jee." Asad was standing in front of her. Asad understood that she needed to be coaxed into going out as she was locked in her inner world once again. "Chaliye na, aapko accha lagega. Theek hai, zyaada kuch nahi khana ho toh kuch light hi kha lijiyega. At least garam soup." "Theek hai." Zoya brushed her hair and she was all set to go for dinner. Asad and Zoya went down in the elevator. Asad knew she loved Chinese food so got her to the Chinese restaurant at the hotel. The dining room of the hotel was very grand. The Chinese paper lanters illuminating the dining hall and the soft romantic music playing had a positive effect on Zoya's mood. She began to once again feel lighter. She decided to order authentic Chinese sweet corn soup, stir fry nodles and stir fry vegetables for her self. Giving the menu of the 5 star restaraunt to Asad to order for himself Zoya asked, "Aap kya lenge?" "Jee Chinese cusine mein toh mera fix hai, Chicken fried rice and manchurian." Zoya giggled nervously, "Aap hansi kyun?" Zoya did not want to tell him the exact reason. "Bas aisi hi Mr. Khan, ab aap abbu ke The Go To Man nahi rahe. Ab aap uss company ke owner hain. Ab toh menu badaliye." "Menu toh badla jaa sakta hai, insaan nahi." Asad smiled and said adjusting the collar of his shirt.

When the waiter came Zoya ordered vegetarian food for her. When Asad was asked to place the order he smiled at Zoya then said, "Aaj main bhi vegetarian hi khana chahoonga." Zoya realized that Asad understood her need to have vegertarian food and also that seeing him have non vegetarian food might affect her so he too would change his menu for her. He was changing for her. Aaye haaye...!' Zoya once again was bowled over by Asad and felt like she wanted to shower Mr. Khan with kisses. But Mr. Khan... ? What was going on in his mind? She was lost in thoughts... Just then the soup was served. After finishing her soup Zoya was just sitting and looking at other patrons at the resaraunt. Her noodles were getting cold... Asad saw her staring at a little girl eating with chop sticks. This was Zoya's weak point. She loved eating Chinese food but could not use chop sticks. "Kya hua Miss. Farookhi, khana khaiye thanda ho raha hai." "Wo... actually... bas mujhe ab bhook nahi hai." "Miss. Farookhi bhook nahi hai toh bhi khana hoga..." Asad did not mention that she was eating for two but he knew that she needed to eat properly.

"Aapko bhook lagi hai saaf pata chal raha hai. Kuch aur khana hai?" "Kya faayda chop sticks toh use karne hi honge na?" Zoya mumbled but Asad heard what she said. "Miss Farookhi fork se kha lijiye it is ok." "Nahi wo dekhiye wo chhoti bacchi bhi chop sticks use kar rahi hai. Sab mujhpar hasenge." Asad excused himself. He returned with a reason for Zoya to smile. Cheater chopsticks. "Sorry wo bado ke liye jo aate hain wo nahi the, bacchon wale..." "Nahi it is ok. Aapko pata hai lion mera favorite animal hai. I just love lions..." "Ab kya hua? Aapka mood phir se kyun kharab ho gaya?" "Wo aap normal chopsticks se khayenge... aur main..." Asad removed the cheater chopsticks he had got for himself. His had A Disney Princess on it. Zoya once again smiled. The food was cold but their hearts were warm.

Zoya once again began to wonder, Aaj raat ko kya hoga?' The sight of the beautiful suite once again flashed before her eyes. There was a huge room with her with a king sized bed. Attached to the room was huge bath made with marble and very high quality fixtures which was suited for a member of the royal family. The suite also included a meeting room for 4 - 5 people to hold a conference. Next to that room was another room smaller in size to Zoya's master bedroom. In that room there were arrangements where a personal assistant can comfortably stay at night. In general established businessmen or an elderly person who would need an assistant at odd hours in the night would book rooms with such facilities so that at the press of a buzzer their assistant would come to their aide. Aaj raat ko Mr. Khan kahaan soyenge? Agar main khud unka haath pakadkar apne saath apne bed par bithaoon toh kya wo baithenge? Aur chalo maan bhi lo baith gaye toh...'

"Hi Zo!" The sudden calling out to her name disintegrated the scene in front of her eyes. Saadia was standing in front of her. She was Zoya's best friend from college. The one she had met on the banks of the lake. Zoya felt the taste of curdled milk in her mouth. Her mood was spoiled and she got up to leave. She left and Saadia ran behind her. She caught Zoya by her hand and stopped her. "Zo please, meri baat toh suno." "Mujhe kuch nahi sunna." "Zoya, lake par jo bhi baatein hui usmein hum mein se kisi ki koi galti nahi thi. Tariq ne sab kuch aise describe kiya tha ki..." "Kya describe kiya hai?" Zoya raised her voice "Aur Tariq ne jo bhi describe kiya ho jaise bhi kiya ho, tum logon ko wo saari cheap aur dirty descriptions dekhne aur sunne mein interest hai na?" "Zoya please... Aise mat bolo." Saadia felt a lump in her throat. "Main tumhaari best friend hoon. Bolo hoon ki nahi?" Zoya was silent. "Zoya, tumhaari best friend hokar kya main tumhaare baare mein kuch bhi aisa galat soch sakti hoon? Yaar, last 21 days se tumhaara koi contact hi nahi tha. Koi news nahi, koi phone nahi, e-mails ka reply nahi, no FB update... mujhe tujhse kitni saari baatein kehni thi..."

Saadia held Zoya's hand. "Lake par doosri friends ke saamne kuch bhi kehna mushkil tha, baat kuch aisi hai ki..." "Kya baat hai?" "Wo batane ke liye hi toh main tumhaari car ke number se tumhe doondhkar follow karte hue yahaan tak aayi hoon. Baaki main toh iss hotel ka pani bhi afford kar sakti hoon kya?" "C'mon Saadia!" Zo lightly punched Saadia, "Ab apne middle class style mein middle class punch mat maar." "Mere punch toh innocent hote hain Zoya, par Taariq jo punch maarne ki tayyari kar raha hai wo tumhe bahut zor se lagne wale hain." "Listen." Zoya stopped Saadia from speaking further. "Tum kuch khaogi?" "Nahi maine toh kabka kha liya hai." "OK, toh tum upar mere saath mere room mein chalo. Mujhe sab kuch detail mein sunna padega." Zoya's heart was beating very fast.

**

Zoya and Saadia were sitting in the executive suite in The Amar Mahal Palace and Luxurious Hotel. Asad finished his dinner and came after some time. Just as Saadia was about to begin to tell Zoya about Tariq Asad turned to leave. "Jee main bahar baitha hoon." "Kyun?" "Aapki personal baatein hongi na" "Haan, toh?" "Toh..." Asad adjusted his collar and said, "Wo humaare contract ki clause 11 ke mutabik..." "Clause! Clause! Clause!" Zoya got angry and pulled her hair. "Aap kab tak aise hi..." but she stopped abruptly and calmed herself. She then fixed her hair with her hands and held Mr. Khan's hand and pulled him towards her, "Baithiye." After that the things Saadia said were really shocking. Tariq had opened a new Facebook account with a new name. He had collected many photographs of Zoya from various college friends. Alongwith the photographs Taariq in the dirtiest possible language even for him had made updates describing to the very last detail all the sexually intimate and physical moments which had happened between him and Zoya in the form of a po*nographic novel.

Tariq had used his intelligence. He had changed the name of the male charater to Taufiq and that of the female character to Ziya. He had also blurred Zoya's images. If someone was to narrow their eyes and concentrate on the images it would be clearly seen that they were Zoya's images. He had made sure that he could not be caught by the law. Asad had brought along with him his laptop to do some work in the free time he would get when he would be alone in his room at night. Saadia accessed the facebook account and began to show everything to Asad and Zoya... As Zoya saw the images one after the other she bagan to feel nervous and her heart rate increased. What she saw and read was simply like a po*nographic novel. On top of that the number of likes Taufiq' named account had got and was still recieveing was just shocking and scary to the core...

Zoya felt like puking when she read the comment psoted by the readers. At last Saadia shut the laptop, "Zoya, tumhaara phone number badal gaya tha. Ghar ke number par tum available nahi ho' yehi message baar baar servants dete rahe. Tum e-mails ke answer nahi de rahi thi, Facebook par bhi tum inactive thi... mujhe tumse ye sab kehtna tha par samajh nahi aaya kaise kahoon?" Zoya had composed herself and she had total self control. She had had Tariq beaten by the bookies; his computer, hard disks, mobiles, memory cards everything was burned yet that b****** was not getting deleted' from her life. Zoya looked at Asad. There was not a cent of a difference in the expressions on his face. "Aapne sab kuch dekha na?" "Jee." "Toh ab kya karna hai?" "Aap jaise kahengi waisa ho jaayega, Miss. Farookhi."

"Miss. Farookhi, Miss. Farookhi karna band karo yaar!" Zoya lost control and shouted loudly. "Main aapki biwi hoon, biwi! Mrs. Khan, Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan!" "Jee." "Iss Taariq ka kuch kijiye." "Jee." "Jee kya?" "Sochkar batata hoon." Asad got up from the bed and went out of the room, Zoya was shaking with anger. She ran and slammed the door shut with a loud bang. "Zo please calm down." Saadia with difficulty made Zoya sit on the bed. "Try to understand a little..." "Understand?" Zoya sounded like a the cannonball when is was fired. "Saadia, ek... ek wooden statue ke saath nikaah hua ho tab kaisa feel hota hai ye tum understand' kar sakti ho? What understand..."

**

Zoya did not sleep properly in the night. When she woke up here eyes were red and had a burning sensation. Her head was pounding. Asad had not even once come to the door. At last when Zoya came out of after a long relaxing warm bath feeling fresh Asad came. Asad spoke in a formal tone as if he was asking instructions about making prepearations for the meeting of the day. "Car tayyar hai. Ghoomne jaana hai ya phir..." "Ek minute." Zoya stopped him. "Maine raat ko aapko ek kaam saupa tha." "Jee." "Wo yaad hai?" "Jee." "Toh uska kya karna hai?" "Wo usmein zara kuch poochna baaki hai." "Toh mooh kholkar poochiye bhi!" Zoya was irritated. "Ek baat poochne ke liye poori raat khatam hone ka intezaar karna pada hai kya?" "Kyunki question personal tha. Aapki friend ke saamne nahi pooch sakta tha na."

"Uff, personal... personal... personal... ab contract ka koi clause mujhe yaad karaye bina poochiye, please." "Jee poochna tha ki uss party ka kya karna hai?" "Party?" Zoya stopped. Then she understood what Asad meant by party', "Accha, Tariq. Aise kahiye na." "Jee." Asad said adjusting his collar, "Uska exactly karna kya hai?" "Wo ek zehreela saanp hai mere liye. Use hataiyue meri zindagi se. Wo mujhe kabhi khushi se jeene nahi dega. Aap use pehchaante nahi hain." "Pehchaanta hoon." Zoya paused. "Haan barabar hai kyun? Pehchaante hain na aap use. Toh meherbaan, mere shauharJEE, uska kuch karna chahiye aisa aapko nahi lagta?" "Jee lagta hai." "Toh kya karna hai?" "Wahi toh pooch raha hoon." Asad came close to Zoya and whispered in her ears clearly asking for specific instructions. "Party ka game over karna hai ya sirf game pause par rakhna hai?" Zoya stared at Asad. Wah! abbu ki pasand ki daad deni hogi. Kamaal ke bande ko apna sabse wafadaar insaan banaya hai. Unka RIGHT HAND MAN, unka THE GO TO MAN! Upar se inke chehre par ke calmness ko toh dekho? Kya sach mein inhone aise hi thande kalege logon ka game over' kiya hoga? Kitno ka game over kiya hoga?' Zoya shivered and goosebumps all over for 2 seconds. Bahar se itne shaant aur seedhe saadhe dikhne wale Mr. Khan andar se itne khatarnaak bhi ho sakte hain.' Zoya had no idea about it till date. Kal ko Mr. Khan ne mera hi game over' kar diya toh? Par main koi murderer thodi hoon?' Atlast after a lot of thinking about everything Zoya gave instructions to Mr. Khan. "Forever ke liye game over nahi karna hai. Bas use door kijiye meri life se par humesha ke liye." "Jee." Asad left from the room.

**

One evening 7 - 8 days after returning to Bhopal Asad came alongwith files to take Zoya's signatures. He gave her the news. "Wo sab ho gaya hai." "Kya?" "Party ko Hong Kong mein fit kara diya hai." "Hong Kong? Zoya was surprised. "Itni door?" Asad's voice was very calm and composed. "Kam se kam 20 saalon tak toh wahan se hil nahi paayega." "Par..." Zoya had not come out of the initial shocking surprise. "Ye sab kiya kaise?" "Thoda kharch hua hai par sab ho gaya." Asad gave a detailed report, "Party ko flight mein ghoomne ka bahut shaukh hai. Humne ek airline company ke through use flight ki tickets prize mein jitwa di... Trip to Hong Kong, 6 days 5 nights, all expenses paid... usmein party phans gayi." "Phir?" Zoya excitedly asked as if she was listening to a bed time story. "Phir kya..." Asad said, "Jaise hi Hong Kong airport par janaab Tariq Aslam ne apne kadam rakhe bas theek usi waqt unke samaan mein se 2000 Dollars ke drugs baramat hue." Zoya was stunned. But on Asad's face there there was no expression of an achievement, success or revenge... "Hong Kong ke laws itne kadak hain ki abhi bhi ek insaan ko drugs consume karne ke jurm mein 5 years ki saza ke baad chhoot sakta hai, par drugs ki distribution karne wala insaan 20 saalon tak jail ki salaakhon ke peeche se azaadi ka koi rasta nahi hai." Zoya saw Asad with a new admiration, he seemed different to her.

Shuahar ho toh Mr. Khan jaise warna na ho!'

**

One night Asad was working late in the office room. Zoya wanted to ask him something so she stayed awake till he finished his work. She saw Asad come up the stairs. Zoya stoped him at her bedroom door. "Jee ek sawaal poochna tha." "Jee." "Wo aapki jo... pehli biwi thi na, unki death kaise hui thi?" "Wo... actually..." Asad stammered, "Unke saath ek haadsa hua tha." "Kaisa haadsa?" "Wo terrace par se neeche gir gayi thi." Asad said this much and went towards his room. As soon as he entered the room he shut the door.

**

Next morning Asad and Zoya met at the breakfast table. Zoya woke up at Asad's time so that she could speak with him and ask him more about his late wife and her death. Asad was in no mood to speak. He pretended to be getting late for the office. "Aap itni jaldi office jaa rahe hain?" "Jee. Wo naye factory ka project jald se jald shuru karna hai." "Wo kuch...baat..." "Mujhe der ho rahi hai. Ye lijiye." Asad handed her some envelopes. "Ye kya hai?" "Jee wo ghar ke staaf ke salary packages hain. Mujhe der ho raqhi hai aap hi de dijiyega." "OK."

Asad left for the office. At 11: 00 am Zoya called the staff to give them their salary envelopes. "Wo memsaab Farhaan aur Tanveer ka paison ka lifafa mujhe dena. Aur haan unke abbu ka bhi." "Kyun?" "Arre memsaab Tanveer aaj aayi nahi hai. Main Farhaan ki ma hoon, nikaah se pehle bte ki pagar ma ko milti hai." "Aur shaadi ke baad?" "Uski biwi ko. Issiliye toh aapke Saleem chacha ka lifafa main leti hoon." Zoya gave Tanveer, Farhaan, Saleem and her own salary envelope to Haseena. Zoya gave the salary to the guard, driver, and the gardener too.

She then stood with her hands at her hips. "Hmm... toh nikaah ke baad shauhar ki salary par biwi ka haq hota hai. Iska matab Mr. Khan ko apni poori salary mere haath mein deni chahiye iss month se. Aane do unhe sham ko main kahoongi unse ki ab se salary mujhe de." Zoya turned and saw her abbu's portrait. She smiled at him. "Abbu main aapki beti hoon, aapki saari jaaydaad meri hai, aapki har ek cheez par aapki beti hone ke naate mera haq hai. Par ab main Mr. Khan ki biwi bhi hoon, toh unki salary par mera poora haq hai." Zoya raised her shoulders and giggled. She planned to ask Mr. Khan for his salary package in an absolute biwi way...

A/N: Gimme gimme gimme LIKES and COMMENTS. Come one readers show me 'SOME' nah 'A LOT' OF LOVE. Har ek 'Likes and Comments' zaroori hota hai.

Ressy is messy here for lionel messi n also again for the first time 😎😆

Originally posted by: Chahanya

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Originally posted by: --SH7_Sunny--

Ressy is messy here for lionel messi n also again for the first time 😎😆

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Messy bahut bada wala comment mangta hai

nice update... loved d way asad handles her problems..tariq 😡 .
Zoe is in biwi mode.lol.. continue soon. thanx 4 d pm

Originally posted by: Chahanya

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