Everything Burns Thread IV Link in INDEX!! - Page 45

Originally posted by: -StarsLinedUp-

yup...I am trying to get my work done ASAP..so I can write and update...ASAP😆

Originally posted by: divram

How I love the sound of ASAP 🤣

O ya...it kinda gives u the kick in the back..wen it comes to me

Originally posted by: -StarsLinedUp-

O ya...it kinda gives u the kick in the back..wen it comes to me🤣

Hey everyone...

Before anything else...I would like to apologize for the rucus I have created with the comments..Yesterday..it seems I was not in my senses (mind u..I don't drink..so no I wasnt drunk or hungover like Zoya😆)

I guess I was just tired..cos I had been travelling and hiking..so due to that..I went about re-quoting some of the comments I had already responded to.In this chaos..I can no longer make sense who I haven't replied to..so please forgive me..but I am not going to go back and look for them..I will make it up to u...I will stay sane with ur upcoming comments and respond to them..😕

Now lets get to the update...I hope u like it..its a lil atypical..and not wat u mite expect...but worry not...I plan to give you some juice in the next update..so go ahead and read away..

Here you go peeps!!!

Ch13

Loud silences!!!

This silent call you make, A silence so loud I fear the world knows it's meaning. If you fill every corner of a room Where can I look? If I close my eyes the silence becomes louder! There is no escape from you The only way out is in-Spike Milligan

She was laden with a dreamless sleep,one that of silence. It was disturbing, this uninvited silence, this cruel peace. She had broken up with them a long time ago.Then why were they asking for a second chance. She tossed and turned in the bed, trying to hold onto something, but all that came her way was, silent nothing.

A knock, a phone call...they sang together,telling her to wake up, to shed away the peaceful nothingness. Her heart wanted peace, she wanted awareness, cos the latter was the only thing she could control.

It was a battle of will, but she persisted and finally she opened her eyes.

Owww she winced as she stood up.Her head was 10 pounds heavier and was swirling in an epic headache...

She grabbed her head in both her hands and winced...she didn't not like this feeling...The phone continued to ring..She had no choice but to pick it up.

Heellooo'...she groaned...

Good morning maam, I am Henry from the reception'.

She didn't reply...she just groaned..

Maam we've been trying to get hold of you for the past 2 hours'.

Owww'...she winced grabbing her head as she tried to orient herself.

Maam I hope you're ok'. Asked a concerned Henry.

Ya'...she managed to say.

Ok maam...I just wanted to inform you that your luggage has been transferred from your hotel, and also that your car service to the airport will be coming by in the next hour. So maam, please let me know if I can be of any assistance.

Uh huh'...she mumbled...

O and maam, the attendant just came back from your room, but I am gonna send him back with your breakfast.It should be up in the next 5 minutes. Please let me know about anything else you might need. I will call you back at 2 when your car arrives...Good day maam' and he put the phone down.

Zoya dropped the phone receiver on the bed and stumbled out of her bed.Again she winced.Her headache was killing her.

She aimlessly walked up to the sofa in the other room and slouched in it.

She was completely unaware of anything and everything.

Blurred images were trying to wake up, but Zoya couldn't acknowledge them, her headache had all her attention.

5 minutes passed and the door bell rund..

Aaa'..she winced and walked up to the door and clumsily managed to open it..

The attendent walked in with a trolley of food and a hanger with her dress, all crisp and drycleaned.

Good morning Maam, May I set the table?'..

Please'..she gestured and moved out of his way.

The man tried not to look at her odd dressing, he had seen worse..

He just went about arranging the food on the table,ignoring Zoya's constant groaning..

Done maam..and I have your dress in the closet.Its been drycleaned'.

Thanks'...Zoya said..'Oh crap'.she winced as she felt the headache again. Uh excuse me..can you get me something for a headache'..

Maam, I've already kept a glass of juice along with some medications there. It should help you with your headache. Anything else I can help you with maam???'

Zoya nodded a no and he walked out...leaving Zoya a little confused...

What was going on, everything felt a little off but the more she tried thinking about it, the worse her headache got.

Hell she didn't have time to think..The clock just chimed 1pm...

She dragged herself to the table and gulped down the medicine along with the juice, starting with the breakfast right away. By the time she was done with it she was feeling much better...

As she made her way to the bathroom, something started to nag her..She looked around and she was confused??? Was this her room???

She looked for her stuff and then she remembered what the Henry had said...That confused her even more...Why did she change her hotel..and why didn't she remember anything??...

She tried to recall, as she stepped into the vast bathroom.What she saw shocked her..

Dressed in a black low cut vest and boxers...Zoya couldn't even recognize herself.Her hair was a messy nest...her eyes were smeared with mascara...and bloody were red...

What the F**K...

She almost ran out but stopped in time. She needed to get dressed before getting answers...

Quickly she grabbed the clothing bag and pulled out her dress and everything else.Taking a quick shower she cleaned herself up and reached for her purse that lay by the bed and applied some makeup. Finally she was ready to go..

She almost sprinted her way to the lobby onto the reception desk.

Hey Henry, yes you, care to tell me why I was in that room?? I mean I don't even remember...Blurred images of last night teased her mind..but they didn't help..

Oh most definetly maam. Well actually after your conference you went and had a few drinks.Afterwards you didn't feel that good,and weren't in the best condition to go back to your hotel, so we offered you to transfer here.The hotel you were at is ours aswell.. So we moved you here and managed to get your luggage with your consent'.

Oh'...she said...but why couldn't she remember any of it??

O Ok'...she started to walk off but turned back again...

What about my clothes???'

I am not sure maam, but I guess you bought them yourselves from the hotel store...'

Strange,I don't remember any of it...'

It happens maam, I am sure it will come back to you, Now is there anything else I can help you with?? He asked sympathetically, feeling almost on the verge of telling her the truth, but refreained thinking about the firm request.

No..Uh I mean yes...payment'...Zoya asked going to grab her credit card...Nothing was making sense to her and so far the medication had only helped a lil with the headache.

Maam its already taken care of'...

Oh...Ok?? How come...'

Uh..we just transferred it over'...

O ok...is my car here?'Zoya asked...her mind was not convienced with any of this information...But that was all she had...she couldn't remember anything...

Yes your car just came by 5 minutes ago..The bell boy just put in your luggage'...

Thank you'...

Always a pleasure and hope you have a pleasant flight back...Hope you visit again'..

Zoya hesitantly smiled and put on her glasses as she slipped into the car and rummaged thorugh her brain...

Henry just looked at the girl working besides him and sighed.

If only she knew how luck she is. He took care of the minutest of details...'

I know I was there, that was so romantinc'.responded the girl, smiling at the thought of what he had asked them to do.

I know I wish whatever's between them moves out of their way soon enough'...Henry continued, he had seen the care and concern in his eyes when he was giving him a list of things he wanted them to take care of. Henry sensed some forced distance on Mr Khan's part, but his concern couldn't stay out of his eyes.

I wish them luck', the girl added, finally watching Zoya get into the car and carrying on with her work

~~

Are you sure Ayaan??' Asked Asad, as he looked into the paper Ayaan had handed him

Yes I am sure...I just went back to all the data we had collected and it led me to his old address in New York. The place is abandoned but I have a feeling that he still uses it.Bro we were lucky enough to have Najma's computer and her her deleted chats to realize she was seeing this guy, and from the last few chats it seemed she had found out something about him that he didn't appreciate.There's a method he has followed so far, and all he has ever wanted was money.The girls he dated before Najma didn't catch on to his treachery until he was long gone, but Najma found out and that's what we think might have casued him to react'.

Asad s eyes were red hearing about his sister...

Bro I understand, but we need to speak things out and compare notes, cos only then will we get somewhere..

So far I ve tried 3 times to get into his computer, but haven't found anything.He is keeping it clean...And as of now our only lead is this abandoned house'.

I mean what's there to lose??We can keep an eye here...We can take turns,or follow him...If it were an official case I would have taken some help but until we have some solid proofs I cant take it to the police.

Alright. Tell me what do we need to do'. Asad asked...

Ayaan filled him in on the plan and finally after a few hours of discussion, some heart wrenching calculations and connections to the past, they came up with a solid plan.

Hmm, I guess we can work it out.But before anything we need to work a few things out..Asad said

Just than his phone rang and he excused himself .

Ayaan took the time to call a few places and make some arrangements.

~~

Zoya was having a hard time recalling last night. She had only come so far as to remember her drinking in the bar, her starting to yell something and then..her memory drew a blank.

She was frustrated.. She was getting riled up for no reason, this empty emotion within her making her feel queasy. She was engulfed with a deep longing, as if she craved something bad. Her heart was restless and her mind was trying its best to understand. All she could control so far was her sleep. Her headache was back and it was making it very hard forher to stay sane.But still she focused on her computer screen and read through her mail. Finally she was all caught up.She slept then, all the way to New York,her dreams, hazy yet pungent with an after taste of lingering want.

Finally in New York she managed to make her way to the car.

She dropped her bag on the side and sunk into the car seat, hiding behind her big black glasses.

Home maam??' Asked the driver.

No take me to the office, I need to grab something'.

Sure maam'..

~~

Anything important?' asked Ayaan as she saw Asad return.He was in deep thought.

No, the hotel manager called' Asad shrugged it off.

Which hotel manager??' Ayaan was getting curious.

The one I stayed in Toronto, he was just letting me know that everything went fine.Asad was tired he had barely slept last night. He had infact drove all night to get back to New York in time. He didn't want to waste any time in getting some proof against that monster.

Henry had called and filled him on on everything, how he had managed to make Zoya believe that she was transferred here and nothing out of the ordinary had happened.He mentioned her questions and how he had worked around the answers and she seemed to have believed him. No doubt she still was confused, but so far she was completely unaware that she had created a havoc in the hotel, and managed to attract media attention.He appreciated Asad for the way he handled the situation and praised his attention to details, taking into consideration, every small details. The room, the story how she got here, her food, medication, transferring her luggage from the other hotel, which he personally went and picked up. Getting her clothes cleaned up,aligning her flight and airport transfers, everything. Henry respected his care and concern,but Asad cut him short not wanting to discuss this further. Last night was still very much fresh in his mind and reliving it would make his recovery to his unaffected self even more difficult.

"Oh what everything????' Ayaan's words pulled him back, from replaying this conversation and the night again. Asad was thankful.He started walking towards the car, the one he had drove all the way from Toronto to meet Ayaan and answered his question.

I told them to take care of Ms Farooqi, she was heavily drunk last night, she created a ruckus in the hotel, so I had to take her to my room and leave her there.' he shared, a little too casually, making Ayaan raise his eybrow in question...

So what did you get him to do??'

Ayaan stop it...I am not in the mood...I need to get back to the office...Asad almost snapped, his fatigue and overloaded thoughts were making him tired..

Sure..as you wish..I just wanted to know..he shrugged and started to walk to the car. His brother seemed a little on the edge this time around and by the looks of it, Ms Farooqi's mention triggered his irritation.

Ayaan offered to drive him to the office and Asad complied. He was very tired.He needed to sleep.But before his rest, came his work. So he wanted to grab a few things from the office before he retired for the night.

~~

You wait right here, I will be back in 15...Zoya told her driver as she got off.

Rihaan had just called and asked her if she had reached home fine. He would be flying back tomorrow, and in the evening they would have the best time ever.

Zoya put aside her sarcasm and tried to be enthusiastic. He was making an effort,wasn't it what she wanted?? She said everything was fine and tried to act excited as she got into the elevator.

I'll cya soon Zoya, and trust me I will make tomorrow the best night of your life.I have a lot of plans and I cant wait to share them with you. Now go home and rest up. I will cya tomorrow afternoon.

Cya..she muttered and closed her eyes. She needed her bed, she needed sleep, she needed some clarity. Her mind was too cluttered and it was weighing her down.

Finally she got onto the floor and went into her office to collect a few documents to look over on the weekend.

~~

Asad missed Zoya by a minute. He stepped out of the elevator just as she closed her office door. Both still unaware of the other's presence.

Asad walked up to his office and took a moment to calm himself. Last night was bothering him. It was not what Zoya had done, but what she had said.

Her words were still ringing in his head and he somehow felt a tinge of pain in his heart everytime he thought of her saying. I feel so alone.

He walked about his office and collected the documents required for the meeting on Monday.

Zoya was doing the same in her office. It was already past 6 and she was desperate to get home. Her mind was oversaturated and nothing but a goodnight sleep would bring back her sanity. Grabbing her bag and her documents she walked out of her office, locking the door and turning around.

But just as she turned she knew,she was not alone in the office.

Asad stood right in front of her, ready to grab his briefcase and jacket...

Their eyes locked and something snapped.It was their conscious ignorance to their thoughts.

Zoya felt like she couldn't breathe, his presence was filling up the entire space around her. And something about seeing him was making her shift on her feet restlessly. She was suddenly feeling very conscious,she didn't know why...

Asad was taken aback, seeing her here.He had hoped to see her after the weekend, giving him enough time to sort things out in his head.Seeing her now, looking at her exhausted and utterly confused, her eyes filled with questions he knew, he was not getting any sleep tonight.

Zoya looked away but not for long, the silence, his presence, the turmoil within her forced her to look at him.

She shifted her weight on her legs and finnaly mustered enough courage to look at him. And just as her eyes reached his gaze, something inside her mind clicked...She was starting to remember, his gaze locked with hers allowed her to remember. There was fire in them, and somehow that eased the turmoil of the last 12 hours. It felt good, something lost had been found, but that only her heart, her voiceless inner self knew. Zoya was utterly unaware.She was just trying to remember last night and the morning that followed...

Good evening Ms Farooqi', he nodded and started to collect his jacket and briefcase..

I hope you have a pleasant night'. With that he brushed past her, leaving a slight trace of himself behind.

She couldn't help but whiff the air he left behind. It smelled divine. She took in a deep breath and forgot the pain she almost felt when he said goodbye..She just stood there and held her breath. She needed this peace.

Asad got into the elevator and sighed.He leaned on the walls and looked up, taking a deep breath. A lot was happening around him, and it was weighing him down. The lead was crucial for him, it meant salvation for his sister, the justice she deserved. It also meant closure for the questions that had been haunting him for the past 2 years...But now, that was not the only matter at hand.

It was also the looming thoughts of Zoya. Zoya just wouldn't leave him alone. It seemed like she was there, everywhere, for a reason. No, he didn't not think it was planned, he knew it was nothing but mere coincidences. But why so many of them, he still couldn't figure. The intensity of their encounters were starting to take a toll on his sanity and making him question his motives, his intention.

He sighed again and continued to take in deep breaths to calm himself down, to reinstate his motive..

Zoya was nothing but the person that had somehow managed to be Abdul's next target.Her money, the lineage that she carried, was a magnet.It pulled people to her, and it paved way for danger. At first it was nothing, it meant nothing. It still didn't he corrected himself. The elevator was descending at its pace.10 more floors to go. She was a means to his end. But encountering her in situations of near death, had made him think otherwise. He couldn't be this selfish. No, he couldn't. He couldn't allow another girl be sacrificed just so he could give justice to his sister. He would hate himself if he let that happen. He had to somehow; keep Zoya at bay, away from the treacherous hands of Abdul. He had to save her. This need was strong, it was stronger than the truth he seeked. He couldn't deny it anymore.

He had to save Zoya, against all odds.

Finally the elevator door pinged. He walked up to his car and got in.

Res😳

Unres😃
I cant believe this that im first😲 😆
Wohoo 🥳
Thank u so much for the lovely update. 🤗
Thoroughly enjoyed reading it...😳
I loved this asad in ur story.❤️
Zoya n her hangover😆
How sweet asad he arranged everything for her..
She didnt remember anything which happened last night😆
Loved the way asad handle the whole situation cutely.
Henry n that other staff was right abt asad. They noted the care n concern in his eyes. His eyes spokes volume 😳
He is having magnetic eyes😳

Asad want justice to najma..😃
Rihan was something fishy😕
Cute when asya were meet in office😃 she filled his every thought😆
I wonder how will zoya react once she come to know abt last night whole sweet scene❤️
U deserve more n more likes.
I hope u will get 100 likes soon.
Loved this part...

R

nice update...
waiting for next...
continue soon

awsm update.
Superb one.
Luvd it.
Cont asap
Thanx 4 d pm.
Waiting 4 d nxt part.
T.c.

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