Asya SS : Interview * Part one to five* :) - Page 11

another reason for not making my ss into fifty shades is i hate grey! 😆

i noe many ppl are crazy about him i hate him! 😆

anyways next part tonite 😃

I am not too fond of Grey either! All the BDSM shit doesn't go well with me! I would love to watch the movie though! But I heard its getting cancelled! 😕

Cant wait! :D

avna ...time cheppu ...

ru ther😊

no the movie is still going on...

i guess casing is also done!

around 8 pakka 😃

glad that u liked it 😳

"Mr. Khan firstly I would like to thank you for giving your precious time for our interview." I said while trying my level best to sound professional.

"My pleasure Ms. Farooqui" he said in a humble tone.

"So Mr. Khan, whom do you owe your success? I mean in such a young age you have set up a very big firm and have also earned name and fame. What is the secret behind it?" I glance up at him. He starts playing with paper holder in front of him.

"I owe my complete success to myself. My hard work and my ability to judge people is a very big asset for my firm. As you know, Business is all about people and I know how to conduct myself with them. Tactics, logic and good employment have always been on top scale in my empire"

"Don't you think blessings and luck would have played in the major part" Crap! This wasn't anywhere in the list Mark has given me, but I couldn't stand to his arrogance. He suddenly looked up at me with surprise.

"I don't really believe in all those, Ms. Farooqui. For me luck is earned by hard work, it is all about controlling your employees and making them use their fullest skill. And coming to blessings, well there are only few who give you blessings while most of them in town wait for my breakdown. But I don't really care about all of them; I only care about me and my company."

"You seem to be influenced by your power" words come out of my mouth without my knowledge.

"Oh, I am influenced by lot of things." he said with a smirk. Somewhere I could tell that he was mocking me. He looks up and our eyes meet. My heartbeat increases its beating while my cheeks start reddening.

Why the hell he has such a strong affect on me? Maybe his smoldering looks or his immense arrogance! I immediately move on to next question.

"People say employees are the key players in everyday work. They are a part of any company's success. What do you do to make such employees get comfortable with you?"

"I don't need to make my employees comfortable with me, I give all that they are need of, good salary. That is more than enough"

"What if they all leave your company?" Freak!

"They wouldn't dare to."

"And what makes you think that" I ask while getting disgusted at his confidence.

"My company's name and fame. They know that earning job here is a difficult task." He said proudly. He is such a self-centered person; he sounded as if Obama is president of this country only because of his company's name and fame. I immediately change the track before I lose my control on my thoughts.

"Do you have any interest outside your work?"

"Well not many, but I love social service. We even have few organizations. I generally go every weekend to spend some quality time"

"But what do you do to chill out?"

"I don't like to waste my time but physical activities have held my interest." of course his hard body explains the face that he does lot of physical activities. I immediately jump to next question.

"Why do you ignore all the major parties in city even though you are invited?"

"I am very private person and don't like partying" he said casually.

"Have you had to sacrifice your family life for your work?"

"My father died few years ago. I have a very loving mother and a caring sister. I have no plans to extend that family anytime soon" in the sense he was not married, I don't know why but learning that he is still single gave warmth to my heart. Hey! He might have a girlfriend.

"You have a girlfriend?" I asked before curiosity would eat my brain.

"No, am not interested." What does that mean?

"Are you gay, Mr. Khan?" Double crap! Why the hell I can't control my words. This cant more embarrassing.

He inhaled sharply before replying.

"No Zoya, I am not!" he looked straight into my eyes. I could figure out that he was not pleased with my question. Wait a second he called me Zoya? Oh god I can't be luckier.

"I apologize, but may I know the reason behind not having a girlfriend?"

"I believe in the institution of marriage" interesting, I thought.

"Then what is the reason for not extending you family" I asked repeating his words.

"Well I didn't get the perfect girl, maybe."

"And whom do you think is perfect for you?" again I slipped my tongue. I know we were getting a bit too personal, but he could have stopped me if he thinks that I am intriguing his privacy, then again he didn't. That means he was comfortable with my questions.

He suddenly looked up at me and started thinking. Wow! For the first time I made Asad Ahmed khan think before he speaks.

"Well, a broadminded girl who can understand me and look after my mother would be the perfect one. Nothing else matters." He said with sincerity.

"You have anyone in your mind?" why the hell cannot keep my mouth shut, but I hoped he would say no.

"Why would you want to know that?" he said with a smirk. I immediate understood that he understood my intentions.

"Knowing about you has become a hobby for many girls I suppose, which I am not obviously included, so we the news paper people want to know about your personal life." I said justifying myself. But I knew that it was a lie. I was dying to know whether he was taken or not. But I couldn't figure out the reason behind my curiosity.

"Why do you think many girls want to know about my personal life?"

"Isn't it obvious, any girl would want to know about the hottest bachelor in NY." shit! What the hell did I say! Allah Miyyan, what's wrong with me today!

"So you find me hot?" he said with a naughty smirk. My cheeks now must have been apple red both because of blushing and embarrassment. Now what should I answer him?

"Wo actually..." I stammered while tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. At that minute I noticed that the file which Mark gave me was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen except for Mr. Hot Ahmed Khan.

"I am neither seeing anyone nor have anyone in my mind Ms. Farooqui" he said calmly just to save me from the soup position he has put.

I glanced at the list of questions for the next question. But I soon realized that it was going to be the last one for our interview. I should be happy right? But no, I wasn't. In fact I felt restless that our first meeting was going to end.

"Last question for the interview Mr. Khan. What is your philosophy of life?" I asked him.

"I don't have a particular philosophy, but I believe in keeping my family happy and safe and then extending my empire." That was a balanced statement. Just then I heard a knock on the door, I turned to find a hottie standing near the door. I suddenly realized the reason behind most of staff being dominated by hot chicks; Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan was the reason. When you have such a hot boss, every woman in the town would love to join in that office.

"Mr. Khan you have meeting with Mr. Damien in five meetings" she said.

"Oh, just tell him to wait for 10 minutes I am almost done here" blonde carefully nodded before she left.

"Well, Mr. Khan, I guess we are done with the interview, thank you once again for giving us your time." I said while flashing my dimples.

I must say I noticed him being dazed with my smile." The pleasure is all mine" he said politely.

As I rise, he stands and holds out his hand.

"Until we meet again, Ms. Farooqui" that sounded like a challenge, but wasn't it obvious, this was our first and last meeting. When will we ever meet again? I shake his hand once more, astounded that the odd current flow is still flowing with his touch. It must be my nerves.

"Ms. Farooqui, are you new at interviewing" he asked. He figured that out? Of course Zoya, anyone can figure that out with your stupid flow of questions, I scolded myself.

"Actually am an editor at the New York times, the person who had to interview had to step down due to some reasons so Mark requested me to do this" I said while noticing his face features. I liked his stubble.

"Oh! But you did your part well" was he mocking me or reprimanding me?

"Are you complementing or commenting me Mr. Khan?" I asked him while lowering my eyes.

"Of course I was complementing. Actually your style is quite impressive." he said swiftly. I blushed with the thought that he was impressed with me. That's a positive point.

"Thank you Mr. Khan" I nod in farewell. As I turn I heard him mutter something which sounded like she is beautiful. I must be hallucinating." Did you say something Mr. Khan?" I asked while turning to face him.

"Um... no, did you hear something Ms. Farooqui?" he said with a smirk. I noticed that he had a dimple. I just wanted to touch it and feel his smile against my hands. The thought of touching him made my heart, beat with such a speed that I felt that in any minute he could listen them. I really need to get out of here.

"Nothing, Good bye Mr. Khan"

"Bye" he said while holding my gaze. His eyes are distracting and stopping me from leaving the room. But I have to, my work is done and I must leave him. For one last time I had a look at him. He really was a very, very Good looking man. With that I closed the door behind me.

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Are they really gonna not meet another time? I don't think so. Try to guess the reason why they will meet, 😆

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