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Originally posted by: -StarsLinedUp-

Can u give me 30 mins??

I have a 2 part update...aprx 6000 words of an update coming ur way...I just need to edit a lil..😉

Ok..30 mins

Originally posted by: shreya11mehra

Ok..30 mins

Mm.

Kk dn 30 min..

Not more thn dat plzzz

Originally posted by: -Anitha-

This was a fantabulous start..
Read prologue n chappi in one go..
it was abt crush.. Interesting..
U penned it beautifully
Asad - AAK as rockstar even who got platinum record awards..
zoya is going ti interview her first crush..
Wow im eagerly looking forward to know wat next.
Can u plz pm me the next part... Pretty plz.
I loved reading it...

Originally posted by: -StarsLinedUp-

DOnt worry the updates are ready..they were ready yesterday..but I needed to edit ..so I didnt update..but will by 8:30 pm India time..😉

Originally posted by: -waitingforyou-

awesome update dear !
i loved it !
so asad was her teenage crush ! cool !!!
and now she's gonna interview him !
it's so interesting !
i love this !
plz plz continue soon :)

Here you go peeps...brace your self for a very long update..broken down in 2 parts..Hope you guys like it!!!

Chapter Dos-A!!

Hello Yesterday

I had a crush on you,I was fifteen

Now I have to meet you again,Oh how long has it been...

Asad was my first crush...my only crush, my most invested endeavor of my life. Finding him was destiny.And pursuing his fantasies was my passion.

First day of my highschool..I fell for him..I mean literally.

I was rushing to my classes, running with glee, giggling along with my bestie when I suddenly tripped...and down I went. Thankfully it was on the lawn. Looking around I searched for the culprit. There it was... piece of paper stuck on my shoe. I tried to pull it out, but the gum held it to my new, brand spanking new converse.I was angry and I was running late...

Lets go Zoya...Mindy my bestie called...

You go on...I'll catch up...

Are you sure??

Yes...I need to get this off and clean up my shoe...

Alright..dont be late...once again..its room D6 take a left and to the very end,understood???

I nooded...continuing to fight with the gums elasticity...

Finally after 2 minutes it came off...

Finally...I sighed...grabbing the paper and standing up..

I tossed the gum to the nearby and went to do the same for the paper..

But I couldn't, not when it was embellished with this...

It was a Concert flyer, promoting a band called...Ace...but that was not what caught my attention.

It was those eyes, leading me to that face, to that very handsome, creating a flutter in my tummy, face.

He was gorgeous, breathtaking, too good to be real kinda handsome.He was all the actors of all the romcoms, wrapped up in one...

Standing in the center of the group shot was this fine specimen of a boy. Tall,lean,dark and handsome. With thick black hair, spiked for edginess, a Nirvana tee, ripped jeans and a guitar in his hands slung lazily on his shoulders...his image made my knees buckle and I almost fell down again.

I was bitten and smitten...and there was no looking back. It was fate.I had thougt..It most definetly was fate.Well it could also be my clumsiness.But whatever be the cause the conclusion was breathtaking

I had fallen for him...and I kept falling for him with every new thing I discovered about him.

First it was the name.I was amazed. Then it was his music. I was hypnotized...And then it was his presence. I was rendered dead. Everything, just everything was my undoing...

He was senior in my school,and I was a freshman. He was a musician, a rockstar in the making. I was the artist, the writer, the dreamer..I pictured ourselves to be Hugh Grant and Drew Berrymore from Music and Lyrics.He would sing the songs I would write and we would make a great team. I had million such day dreams revlocing around us, but they only stayed in my mind. Cos in his presence I was nothing more than a girl walking by.

I didn't complain. I was happy being in the shadows. I, infact enjoyed it.Stealing glimpses of him had become my hobby, and finding new things about him my favorite pastime. I acted nonchalant with friends when they talked about him,but inside my heart was frantically taking notes.

It took me a few months to find out how he was and a few more months after that to actually encounter him face to face.

Talks about him always revolved around his physicality, his calling, his music and his infamous temper and bad boy image. Some girls openly admitted to being hot for him, while other spent hours criticizing him, but no matter what, he was the most talked about guy in the school.

He was great in sports. He was on the swim team and the Soccer team. He maintained his grades and managed to participate in school events and still manage singing and composing. I was impressed. He was truly something.

Second semester was when I first talked to him, and everything within me turned upside down. I was a good student with good grades, and being an enthusiast when it came to writing, I had already passed my level English coursed. Now I was taking senior year courses. That's where he talked to me for the first time.

He walked into the class with a girl holding his hand. That image hurt. But I didn't complain. I had no reason to complain. I was nothing but a shadow. He didn't know me to care.

I looked down as he passed me.I was too happy to worry about the girl in his arms.If I wanted to I could be that girl.But I was happy being in the shadows...

This was not the day he talked to me.It was after a week.

Hey can you help me..were his words to me..and boy his voice,it was so deep...I almost fainted as I saw him standing right besides my table.

I looked up from my chair and my breath hitched. He was looking at me.

I started to stand up..but instead he bent down...

Zoya right??? He asked me.Wow he knew my name...I could die now...

Umm hmm I managed to say...

Cool..

Can you give me your notes from yesterday...I wasn't here...

I know..I blurt out...

He just raised his eyebrows and shrugged...

Will it be ok?? I will return in by the end of the day...

Ya sure..why not...strangely I was acting quite composed, contrary to my inner joy...

I flipped around and my hair slapped his face...

OMG I am so sorry..I turned around...I was losing that composure..How could I have hit him???

All good...he respondes as he opened his eyes... They smell quite good...He had the slightest of smiles on his face, but a stranger couldn't tell..I knew he was smiling cos I had seen him in his cool, blas self. Wow now he was smiling at me...

Thank u...I managed not to blush, turning around just in time. And grabbing my binder. I handed him my heart covered binder, with quotes of love scribbled all over.

He took it from my hand and looked at it, then looking at me and raising his eyebrows in amusement...

I held his gaze and tried being like him..cool...

Alright then...He stood up and said Thank u...gesturing the binder.

No worries...

He sat behind me and I continued with my sighing, silently inwardly...

Suddenly he tapped my bare shoulder...I jolted with the alien invasion of sensation that surged through my body...

Sorry to bother you...but I forgot to ask you..what's your last class...So that I can come and drop your binder...

Its Chemistry...room B12...I managed to say..my heart was in my mouth..he had touched me..

Oh...he said..

B12???

Ya...I am a freshman...

Oh ok..taking some early credits??

Yes..

Cool..I'll drop it off at B12..

~~

Zoya...someone is calling my name..I shut my retrospect to my story from yesterday and look up..

Here I need this by 2...Cory drops off a pile of work for me...taking away my time to think..

The remainder of my day just flies by. I am a busy busy gal. I hardly even have time to go to the loo. Finally at around 6pm I am done. I sigh at my accomplishment. The benefit of pest control is ready for tomorrow. Collecting my stuff I scurry out of the office and rush to catch my bus. I don't get a seat, so I spend the next 30 minutes juggling between my overstuffed bags and a place to hold. This is my life.

I get off and walk home for the next 15 minutes. After an hour I am home, finally.

Dumping my bags in its rightful place I call the Chinese place down the block for some take out. 20 minutes she says, so I make use of the time and take a bath. Dressed in my comfy sweat pants and an oversized tee-shirt and I walk to the restaurant. It's my way of not feeling guilty for not exercising.

It's 8pm by the time I settle in on my couch and turn on my Netflix. Which movie to see??? I rummage through the list of romcoms and end up watching Sweet home Alabama. Aah another soul mate chick flick. But what can I do, I love such movies. No doubt by the end of the movie, my mind is possessed with thoughts about my soulmate. But I cant help it.Like attracts like it seems.My obsession of love attracts all things love, except its tangibility in my life. Now I sulk . The thought of being single and not having a guy in my life,pulls down my happy moments and sends me these unwelcome thoughts. I resist these thoughts and tell myself its better to be alone than to be with the wrong person.But its too late,now I feel bummed,Love is back and is sitting with me on the couch.Its staring me down.

Its there drying my dishes after I wash them, it leaves footprints as I sweep and mop, constantly nagging me with its ominous presence. Its taunting me, telling me how unworthy and wrong I am for that column.

I agree.

Once upon a time is more than just fictitious conjuring of stories and possibilities. Its about love, real, true tangible sort of love...The love that inspires and uplifts peoples. And I have no real experience in love.. No doubts I have had one night stands with this words and its counterparts, but I know nothing about it, beyond its fictional existence. I've had 3 boyfriends in my 25 years, none of them came even slightly close to LOVE...they were nothing more than temporary lapse of judgment. My first boyfriend was when I was 19. He was my partner in one of my classes. We dated for 6 months before he moved back to Wisconson.My second boyfriend, well he was the wild one,Biker dude with long Blonde hair, bulging biceps and all the bad habits one could have. Smoking, drinking, girls,everything. Thankfully he didn't do drugs and that's what I told myself when I agreed to date him. I was 21 and I was in one of my rebellious phases so to say. He was the closest I have ever gotten to sex, but thankfully before I put out...I found him cheating on me with one of the girls in my class and that was it. 3 months and being cheated on, snapped me right back in place. I refocused my energies and worked towards my dreams. It was at work I met Ishaan. He was perfect. We hit off right away. He worked as the web developer for the company and he was just right. His relaxed attitude and strong roots had me falling for him instantly. We were dating in a matter of 2 weeks of meeting each other. This was the longest relationship for me. I was almost serious about it.He was the perfect gentleman, juggling the push and pull of a relationship perfectly well. He respected my choices and I his. We were together for over a year. I thought he was my one. I was ready to commit, but soon that dream shattered. His family pressure pulled him away.He broke it off and transferred to the Miami office. It left me shaken. My insides started to question the concept of LOVE.Was it actually for real???After him, I haven't looked for a relationship. I am happy on my own, living in my modest studio apartment, enjoying the life of a single 25 year old woman.

My phone rings and I pick up. Its Amy.

Zoya I hope I didn't disturb you. She asked

No I was just getting ready for bed..I reply

Oh Ok.. I wont take much of your time. I am leaving for a conference in Maimi tomorrow so I wanted to let you know that I got hold of his PR team and I have worked everything out. For the next week You'll be spending everyday with Mr Khan. You'll shadow him in his daily routine and record it all. You'll then do an official interview as well as a photoshoot. This will be a one of a kind interview. A week in the life of a rockstar. Zoya this is a big deal. He doesn't usually do interviews, but strangely he accepted my request. Something about his sister being a huge fan of the magazine. But anyways, whatever be his reasons he's agreed to give us his week. So Zoya better make the best of it. Amy expressed, not waiting for me to give her my consent.

Zoya?? u there...

I cant talk, cant she figure that out?? I mean look at me, I am breaking into hives here...the thought of spending a week with Mr Asad Ahmed Khan...now that's scary...I need to get a grip...

Uh ya...I manage to say...When do I start??I ask hesitantly.

Monday morning, you'll have to report at his mansion around 10 am. His PR has already made arrangements for you. Its upon you if you want to stay the week or commute back and forth..I am really looking forward to this.It will do wonders for the magazine. Alright Zoya get your stuff together and start working on your interview. I'll get going now.Bye and good night. We'll talk Monday. Alright?? Amy put the phone down as I stood there in silence.

Wow I had forgotten about it. Wow how could I forget about it???

I put the phone down and head to my bed. Seems like its going to be another sleepless night.

I sigh.The past was so innocent. I was so innocent, my thoughts were so innocent.I tuck myself in,still reeling in my thoughts.

~~

I waited the whole day, for that moment.And then I actually experienced it. He was standing outside my class with my heart filled binder. Leaning by the pillar he basked in the sun, not caring about the stares he was getting from all the girls and some guys.

WOW...he was waiting there for me.How long had he been waiting???

Cya at the carnival tomorrow Zoya, few of my classmates called out...

Sure..I said, not paying attention to anything, or anyone but him

He saw me coming to him, and yet he didn't move.He just looked at me..

Now that was making me conscious.

I was wearing my favorite, skater dress with little cherries printed all over. I dared not to overthink this situation.I just continued to walk up to him, hugging by folder in my hands more tightly, with every step I took.

Hey..he said..

Hello...I said back.

Thanks for your notes...they were quite detailed...I think I don't even need to read anymore for the assignment..

Well Thank you..I just wrote my POV..I answered not looking into those eyes..They were hypnotic...

Interesting...

Thanks..

K gotta bounce...thanks once again...

K...

Asad...that very same girl from the class called him out...

In a minute...he waved...

Cya..he looked back at me..

Cya...

He turned and started to walk away...

BTW nice quotes on your binder...

I quite like the one..

"If I am not worth the wooing..I am definetly not worth the winning"...I'll keep that in mind for my girlfriend...Thanks...

He waved and disappeared in the crowd...I stood there...just stood there...blank.

~~

There's noway to stop my thoughts from revisiting the story I told everyone...It just keeps on coming back...

I try to do something on my laptop but my mind is not in it. I listen to some music but even that doesn't help.

I just want to go back to these moments...

~~

Things go back to where they were.I continue my life, Asad playing around my dreams and desires, shaping my concept of love, making me build dreams of love and then break them down. Even then I knew, reality was far away from what I aspired in those moments. I had a crush and that was the extent of my desires. Yes no doubt the prospect of having something special with him was intriguing, but those were innocent times. Thoughts didn't go that far, and relationships didn't happen that easy. After the note exchange day, Asad went back to becoming a stranger.He wasn't the kind to smile that much.He however did acknowledge me when I passed by, but usually on most days he was surrounded by his pass. His girlfriend or his friend, whatever she was never left his side and it didn't seem like he minded. Soon we were heading to the last months of schooling.I was getting sad. It was his last year. I would never see him again.

I wish I could go ask him of his plans, or maybe even his email ID...but I wasn't in the position to. He led a different life than me, he had different circles he hung out with and he was older than me. In school that was a big deal.Age mattered a lot. So I started to recede into my shell, prepping myself to go on without his presence. But destiny had other plans.

The annual theatre gala was announced. Our English class was doing the classic play...Romeo and Juliet..but with a modern twist and some alterations to the end. Students had protested enough for out teacher to change the end. In this play Romeo and Juliet got a happy ending.

Everyone in the class was to participate. I was the only girl that was not a senior and that made me wanna hide. I volunteered to help with the scripting and posters and everything else.Just not acting. My teacher met me half way. She made me Juliet's understudy. I made peace with that idea. What were the odds of Juliet, Asad's lovley friend/girlfriend Ria not showing up. After all he was the favored Romeo.

Well I guess the odds were not in my favor; or were they??

She didn't show up on the actual day.She had broken her ankle during cheerleading practice and was bed ridden for the next 3 weeks.

Now I was Juliet. And Asad was Romeo. I panicked for the first time in my life then.

~~

Now, its turn for my second panic attack. I have my google screen flooding with Asad Ahmed Khan written all over.There are news sites, images, Wikipedia...twitter, Facebook...OMG ..I cant take it...I shut my screen down and breathe...I cannot deal with this...I still don't know why, but the thought of seeing my first and only crush, is eating me from the inside...Its as if my instincts can forsee something that I cant. Or is it because of what happened on that night?? The last day of our classes,the last day I saw him.

~~

I cant do it...I pleaded my teacher...

Zoya you have to, we have no other option...And I've seen you recite the lines...you are good. Come on Zoya...dont let us down..

But...I didn't know what to say...I couldn't let my entire class down...

O.K. I managed to say, but I still didn't know how I would do it.

They dressed me up in my dress. It was a 21^st century Romeo and Juliet, hence the dresses and the jeans..

I rehearsed a bit on my own...My teacher gave me pointers..

Now it was time to deliver...

I was nervous...but I knew, I couldn't fail...

So I stepped out and took a breath...and there was no looking back...

I did just fine.Well atleast until the time it was a solo performance..

But the moment he stepped in, As Romoe...I think I lost it all...

He said his lines and I stared at him...

He repeated...I continued to stare...

Finally he grabbed me and pulled me close..acting to get my attention...

Finally I snapped back and recalled where I was...

I heard him say his lines and somehow I responded...

It came out naturally...

Back and forth we conversed...

Then it was the dance...

I was nervous...but I only remembered one thing to calm me...

He leads...I follow...

And he lead me very well...swaying me around the stage...

We looked so much in sync with each other...

The crowd applauded...and we receded for the last act...

OMG the last act...I was freaking out...I couldn't do it I couldn't do it...

I begged my teacher...she didn't comply..

Zoya you are just pretending to be asleep...

But..

No buts...just go out there...

She pushed me out and I hesitantly lay on the make shift bed...My heart was thumping hard...I was very nervous..I closed my eyes and started to chant...Zoya it will be alright...Zoya it will be alright...

I heard him speak, his dialogues came by fluently...I tried to calm myself...having no lines helped...

And then it happened...

The world around me stopped spinning, my heart stopped beating and my fears ran and hid in their safe corners...His hands..gently caressed my bare arms, soft as a feather yet potent as an electric current.I felt the urgency in them as he tried to shake me,wanting to wake me. His touch was warm, it was soothing and I wanted to sigh...Infact I wanted to get up and jump with joy.

And then he tore through my private bubble, crossing the personal space, erasing the distance between us and he kissed me.

My very first kiss.

The moment his lips touched mine I gasped. He gripped my arms and pinned me down. He kissed me with a passive intensity, with a lover's urgency, yet I felt him hold back. How I knew this, I don't know..I guess that's what it felt like...

I think I fainted in my sleep.I don't know.All I know is I was paralysed in that moment...I was 15 and I just was experiencing my first kiss. And it was beautiful.the feeling was nothing compared to what I thought I would feel... This was pure joy multiplied a million times...

His lips,were burning lava against my cool supple ones...The sensations they aroused was nothing short of magical...I could feel it all the way to the tips of my toes...the 20 of them had instinctively curled...

The kiss was barely 5 seconds long, but it felt like it went on forever...

My first kiss.Asad gave me my first kiss.

More in the next post along with A/N note!!

Chapter Dos-B

(This part hasnt been edited or proof read..so excuse me once again..I am really lazy.And I hate editing😆)

TRING TRING TRING ...the noise of my alarm jolts me awake...I look up and around frantically, trying to get my bearings.I am in my room, my duvet is on the floor and my laptop is laying besides me...My alarm clock is sreaming 7 am.

Shoot...I am running late...

I literally stumble out of my bed, narrowly avoiding a fall, as I run to the washroom...Everything today is rushed...Getting to work is rushed..., work itself is rushed..and the time after work...Boy that just tires me straight into bed...Thank god its Friday and I have 2 days off...

The day is over even before I blink and I only gain awareness late afternoon on Saturday.

My mom calls and I drive and hour to her place in San Diego. I crash in my room for the next day, not bothering to visit my old memories...They have been trying but I am a strong girl.. I know of way to avoid confrontation... Use the 3 D's;Deviation, Detour and distraction. I meet my friends. Spend time with my mom, dad and sis...and go about lazing around.

Finally I am home.Its Sunday evening and I am running like a chicken with its head cut off...I didn't realize I had no time left. I was meeting him tommorw...and I have nothing prepared...

I run to the local drug store and buy $100 worth of beauty products...I need to wax, thread and groom myself..Hell I need to prep for the interview...

I am on my third panic attack...

Grooming gets first priority...By the time I have waxed my stubborn Indian hair, dark as night off of my arms and legs and under arms, plucked the life out of my bushy eybrows and nourished my skin with all the essential...make your skin look dewy products..Its 10 pm...

12 hrs remaining...and I haven't even started on my interview questions.Damn this is going to be a long long night...

I avoid google like a plague...I will not google him..That will just freak me out..Again I don't know why..but the mere mention of him freaks me out..and now I don't need 10 million pictures of him...in nothing but low hung jeans..and a long black beaded cross necklace...staring me to my sleep...No...that would make tommorow's meeting even more freaky...I don't need images of his gorgeous body in my head...No No No...

So I refrain myself and only search topics related to interviews...

I brainstorm for ideas, I take inspiration..I try simple,new..safe, risky and finally I am done..

Its 1 am...I have 6 hrs to sleep...No make the 5.5.. I still need to pick out my outfit for tomorrow..I debate if I should do it tomorrow...I am sleepy.No says the voice inside..Do it now..So I get off my bed and rummage through my closet...What to wear what to wear...New chant for the night...

Jeans...No..

Maxi dres...No...

Mini Skirt...No...

Formals-No way...

Dress...Now we are talking...

1-2-3-4-5-6..6 dresses later...I have the one I want to wear.

A knee length length, sleeveless nude dress with a sweetheart neckline..

Black heels, my solitaire studs and my Pandora bracelet. I am set..

Hair and makeup will be done tomorrow..

Finally I am in my bed, with 5 hrs on the clock...

I sink in and I sleep...

I have nothing left to do otherwise..

~~

I wake up on time.No doubt I am sleepy, but more than that I am anxious. I take a quick bath wash my hair blow dry them and set them well...I stare at myself for a quick second and brush any negative thought out..I need to get this right...Its my ticket to my dream...

Grabbing my everyday breakfast I bus it to the nearest Car rental place. I need a car for the week. His home is located in the outskirts of the city, closer to the beach and I cannot afford a cab ride back and forth everyday.

I am a decent driver. I know I wont go crashing into other cars...So getting the Corolla car keys I punch in his address..Its nowhere in Beverly hills.I am surprised...Finally I drive...

~~

At 9:45 I am at his gate. I am stopped..the security gurd checks my credientials and lets me in.

WOW...I cant help but admire the wide spaces surrounding the driveway. It is breathtaking..

Well not as breathtaking as the house.

Set in the midst of a huge acarage is the most beautiful, gothic Architecture inspired mansion. Its modern with a touch of European flair. With its pristine white exteriors and lush green landscapes..Everything about it is right out of a magazine. I am in awe..

I continue to drive along the driveway and lead up to the entrance. An old gentleman awaits me by the curb.

Welcome maam...he greets...

I will take the car keys.

I nod and collect my stuffm giving him the keys and making my way to the entrance.

Soon I am escorted in by a lady dressed in a uniform.

This way maam...she guides me to the living area...

The interiors are spectacular..With wall to wall windows and neturals filling up the room, the space looks huge. It has so much light, so much character to it.

One could never imagine a rockstart living there..

Pictures from well renowned phorgraphers, of landscapes and modern art, adorn the walls. There's a white piano by the fireplace. Brand spanking amazing.

Have a seat, Sir will see you in 10 minutes..Can I get you anything to drink? I nod a no and seat myself on the white Sofa.

I take in some deep breaths and grab my Ipad and look through my notes..Today I am just to spend time asking him really simple questions, about his music and how he got here...

I take in a few more breaths when I hear 2 dogs barking.

I look up only to find a Silver Labrador and a Dalmatian walking my way.

They approach me,but by the time they get to me they are wagging their tails...

I say sit...

They obey...wagging their tail, seeking my affection..

I pat them one by one..They lick my hand..

The Dalmatioan..put its head in my lap...

I pat him...The Labrador copies...I comly it with a pat aswell..

Soon I am laughing as they try and lick me...

Seems they like you..I hear a voice say...

I continue to pat them and respond...

I like them too...they are adorable...

Well that's a first..cos usually they are very picky...

A dog knows. If you have no malice in your heart...every child and animal will like you...I respond back still not bothering to look up and see who I am talking to...continuing to pat the dogs...

Eva, Titan, Go play...he snapped his command and the 2 obediently ran out.

Hey... Zoya right...

I froze at his sentence...I was neither standing nor sitting at this point...and I stood there, replaying his voice.

That voice sounded so familiar...then it hit me...

All this while I was talking to him...

OMG...

I stand up straight still not facing him. I need a moment before I see him. First time in 10 years...I straighten myself and take in a deep breath.Than I turn around.

I literally stumble back a lil...as I see him...

He tried to help me from falling but I get a grip..

I am good thank you...I manage to say trying not to stare, but I cant help it...

I am sorry...

For what, he asks a little amused, his eyebrow lifts up and it reminds me of how he used to do so..even before..

I gulp...old memories are starting to resurface...This is not good..

Compose, control,calm down...I chant...

Zoya right?? He asks again...

I nod...

I am Asad...

He extends his hand.

I don't take it. I am busy staring at him

Can this be possible.

Can he look this good?? After even 10 years?? Better than the picture I saw on Google??

I am dumbstruck..

He had gotten even more handsome...

God save me from any of Love's relatives...

He looks OMG gorgeous...His hair is in between cuts, but the length suits him. His body is ..OMG his body..I can see his bulging bisecps and I can see his packs under his vest...Damn he is more taller than last time...His jeans are doing crazy things to my mind...They are snub yet comfy..Torn and tattered but every bit stylish..and he is wearing..slippers...Now that just drove my emotions up the wall...How sexy is that...

I hiccup at the thougths running though my head..

I guess no handshake..I hear him say..as he retracts his hand back..

Oh no...I am so sorry...I..ii...

Its ok...

No Hi...I am Zoya..I grab his hand and shake it...Now why did I do that...

He raises his eyebrows again..

Very well then...he brushes this moment away...

Did you make it here alright?? I know it's a bit off route.. he says,walking up to the sofa on the other end and seating himself down..

I mimick his actions and seat myself aswell..

It was good I say...I had GPS...

He nods...I breathe in and breathe out..I look at him again...

His gaze meet mine and hold me in place...

This is too intense. I need to look away...I pretend to cough, breaking the contact...I shrug and give him an awkward smile..

Can I get you something to drink he asks...he suddenly sounds a little distant...

I look up..

Umm water shall be good for now..

Sure..

Come walk with me...I need to get to the pool.Its time for my swimming...

I nod..he really seems distracted..

He is thinking something..and then he almost says something but decides otherwise...what's that all about I wonder...

Have a seat here.I'll be half an hour. Meanwhile you can get started, walk around do whatever you want. Then we can start at breakfast...

Here I'll grab your water...

He walks up to the bar by the pool and tosses me the bottle. I catch it with ease. Finally the women's league practice worked out...My father had insited on me learning cricket...I guess only an Indian parent would understand that feeling.

Nice catch...

Thanks..

Baseball??

no cricket..

Cool...I'll be right back... Saying htat he disappears into the changing room on the left.

I sit there and let it all in...SO far so good..I am proud of myself..I held my own..I didn't go crazy in his presence like old times..Guess I have grown up...

Now that thoughts boosts my ego and I sit a little more comfortably. I break open the Evian seal and take in a few sips of water...

Just as I am taking in my next sip he walks out, and I take it all back...

I have not grown up,even at the slightest...and I am going crazy in his presence right now...

I mean look at him...

Dressed in nothing but board shorts..and slippers, his swimming glasses slinging in his hands...he looks...

OMG am I drooling...I check myself...phew I am not...

There's isn't an ounce of fat on his body.Its pure muscle.Sharp, defined, bulging muscles...He is lean, but he is well built. His Body is hard.I can tell...every muscle ripples as he moves..and I cant help but let out a whimper...

I almost lose my senses as my eyes travel down his torso to his abs, leading up to his happy trail...DAMN...his V...Have I ever seen it so defined in anybody?? I mean the shorts are literally falling off of his waist...

OMG I am going to faint..How the hell am I supposed to deal with this for the next week???

I look away just in time...He just turned his gaze towards me...

Giving me a nod..he take off his slippers and puts on his glasses...and then he is gone.

In one swift motion he effortlessly dives into the vast, well maintened swimming pool. He starts with his warm up and soon, he is doing his laps.

I cant help but steal glances at him, distracting myself from my interview prep.

I remember the first time I saw him swim...

Back in school, during the school sports event.He won gold. Every girl was swooning at his then lean body. Now that body has doubled in built, but still maintains to have the same effect. Well maybe more..

The staff starts to set up the breakfast table, with juices and fruits, cereals and oats...

Its almost 20 minutes...and he's been at it without a break..Now that's commendable...I cant even run on the treadmill for 10 minutes...

Soon I am told to shift to the breakfast table. I start to collect my stuff and I see his dog, the silver lab swimming along with him..Now that's sweet...The Dalmatian however is walking up to me..So putting my stuff on the chair I stand up. I grab the ball out of its mouth, I guess it wants to play fetch..So I comply...I throw the ball...It runs and fetches it, dropping it by my feet...I smiles...good Boy I say...it growls at me..

Maam that's Eva...it's a she...and she doesn't like to be called a he...the staff lets me know..I nod and smile...

Sorry Eva my bad...I guess that's Titan then huh...

Woof she responds...

Very well then..Eva go fetch...she does the same...Now I need to up the anty...so I take a few steps back...She starts to bark...I dont pay attention. Suddenly I feel something wet on my back...I almost turn to look, but I lose my hold and suddenly I am crashing into something hard, and that something hard seems to be falling, taking me along...

SPLASH..

I am in the swimming pool...and that hard something is his chest...His arms surround me as I struggle to get up...Soon he is swimming me up...

I ...I...am...rea...really really sorry...I manage to say..I wasn't looking...

Its ok...Are you hurt?? He asks...he seems unaffected...

Yes..Are you...I fell on you...did ur back hurt??? I am concerned...did I hurt him??

A lil...but that ok...I can take it...He has a slight smirk on his face..Now that's new...

I try to get up..but I cant get a grip...so finally he grabs me by the waist and tries lifting me..

I gasp..trying to get out of his waist..

I am just tying to help he insists...

Its not that..I am feeling embaressed..

Then what is it...he asks..

I am ticklish...Now my face is red...

He laughs...He acutally laughs...I've reaerly seen him life...

K..I'll be careful and quick..and before I can say no..he lifts me up and seats me on the ledge..

There...all good..He pulls himself up and stands besides me..giving me his hand..

I hesitantly take it..

A slush of water plops down my dress...

I look at me and shreek...

OMG...

Why don't you go change into a bathrobe..I'll get the maid to dry your clothes..You can have it back in an hour...

I try and hide my bare essentials...this dress is almost transparent...snubbing closely to my every curve..I dotn want him to see me like this...

He doesn't seem to care..He is just amused..he raised his eyebrows at my actions...

I change and come out hesitantly...I've tried my best to straighten myself up.Tahnkfully my makes was minmal..and I am glad I have waterproof mascara on...otherwise I would be having Racoon eyes...

I walk up to the breakfast...He already there...in a robe...lazily skimming through his Ipad...

Hey...he says

Hey I respond..

Here..have some breakfast, and feel free to ask me any questions...

I shyly grab some fruits , some scrambled eggs and a glass of juice.I am looking for some bacon... there isn't any...

He catches me searching..

Looking for something???he asks..

Ummya..bacon..

Oh...I am sorry...I don't eat meat...I am a vegetarian...

Oh...now that's something I didn't know..

Why...I blurt out..

Just personal preference...

Oh...

If u'd like I can get you some..he offered.

No I am ok..

I start eating, and so does he..I am jus tnot sure where to start...I take some time in between bites to collect my thought and formulate a plan...

But before I can...a tall, professional looking blonde woman walks in...

Good morning Asad...looks like someone been busy last night huh??

She looks at me and then to Asad and winks...

I am appaled by her declaration...But he doesn't seem to care..

Breakfast..He offers...she says no..

I gtg...Just wanted to inform you about the interview with VIVID..

He continues to eat and points at me..

Oh..so you're from VIVID..I am sorry..for my comment...I just assumed...

She laughs it off..

Btw I am ..Jody, Asad's PR manager...

I am Zoya Farooqi..

Pleasure meeting you..

Likewise...

Well I guess my work here is done...

Asad I will see you in the evening. We'll discuss your tour alright??

He nods and she walks out...

Shoot he tells me...

HUH???

Well go on...start with your interview...

Oh..huh...oh ya...I rummage through my stuff and grab my Ipad...

Wow so u made it till the end huh??😲..I know it was way too long..but kya kare I was jsut babbling away...n this is what happened..I jsut hope this writing style is not confusing..if it is lemme know...I iwll work around it..

Now for the update..

As of now Asad doesnt remember her...he had a moment when he was trying..but that went away soon enough...

Also..all the Purple is the past...so its in past tense..but the story itself is ongoing...in the present so to speak..

Hope you guys liked it...I have nothing more to say...I just want you all to enjoy it..cos this will barely have anything negative...no villians😉

Chalo cya...soon...

As for likes and comments...surprise me...I wont be demanding cos its too early...let the story grow...and I will add my demands..but that doesnt mean I dont like ample likes and comments..so make me happy as well naa..I gave u 2 updates..😳

Chalo enjoy ur weekend..n I'll cya next week😉

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unres..

Aah tht was sch along updt dear..
Mazaa aagaya..
I loved it totally...

I whole week being wth aak..
Who z is her 1st crush.. After 10long years..
Hmmm intrstng.. naii ;)..

Zoya's exnmnt nd tension to meet him after 10years was so awesomly written..

FB prt was gud..
Loved the way zoya oogle whn she 1st tym saw him..

But y did he ignored her after returning the notes..
Wht happened thn..?
Rome juliet was so romantic one..
Nd their 1st kiss..
Hhhaayye *blush*


nd thn whn she saw again..
U knw i jst loved her expressions nd thoughts there..
So perfectly written..

Feel bad he dnt recognized her..
Seriously he frgt her ?

Mmm the swimming prt was also gud..
The way u subscribed him there ;) :* :*
so true :*

y did he agreed interview..
Did he knw zoya is the one who gonna interview him..
R najma is the reason ?

So we would hv to wait for nxt updt till nxt week.. !
Continue soon..