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Originally posted by: mishtypiya

very nice...

thanks😊

Originally posted by: Aneezarp27

Update puh-lezzz ! 😳

for sure will try😊

Hey Aashna.. Were you able to finish your planned work this week ? Take care.. and yes update soon.. 😊

Originally posted by: DevikaRavish

Hey Aashna.. Were you able to finish your planned work this week ? Take care.. and yes update soon.. 😊

yup work is done..and am starting on the update after lunch so hopefully if my ideas dont betray me..u'll have an update tomm morning😊

Another one for you...😉

Chapter cuatro.

Appreciated chances!!

I come back to you..Even when I don't try..

There's definetly something between us...This I bet you cant deny!!!

Fudge...my car won't start, and I am running late for my interview...What do I do?

I call the rental company and they tell me it would be at least another 2 hours before they can send me a replacement. Now this is not happening...I can't be late. That would go against me...

I walk around my drive way and think for a minute. Not finding a solution I call his office. Nobody picks up. Damn its too early...I have to wait another 45 minutes before someone comes to the office...Duh...that much I should have known...

I somehow manage to find his home phone number through Ryan.He was the one that hooked me up with all the details regarding the interview..

I call and 3 rings later a lady picks up the phone..

Hola..

Oh hey Hello, I am Zoya Farooqi, I just needed to inform you that I will be a little late getting there.My rental car seems to have given up, and I don't get a replacement for another 2 hours...

Sorry...Uh..me..no Englis'..

Oh..Uh...can I talk to Oh shoot what was her name...My brain cannot remember the PR lady's name...I don't know what to say...

Uh...Talk to..Mr Khan...

Oh si si...Wait...I connect...

Phew I breathe a little..Being a no show is not an option for me. I lean by the railing as I wait for the phone to breakup with the dead silence...

A minute passes...2 minutes pass...3 minutes pass...still no response...Did she disconnect my phone??? Did she get what I said???

Hello Hello...I repeat into the speaker...but still no reply...

Once more I tell myself..hearing a little movement on the other side...

Anyone there...Helloo...

Umphmmm ..somebody..mumbles in the receiver...

Is that him??? My breath stops realizing that I am waiting to talk to him..My nerves take over and I almost put the phone down...

Hello...comes a groggy response from the other end...and I hiccup...Its him, that's his voice...OMG he sounds so sexy...the husky rasp and the sleepy slurr...I feel a tickle run down my spine as I finally take in a breath and manage to say hello...

Who's this...he responds...I can hear him moving about his bed, maybe in an attempt to sit up...I cant help but imagine him...shirtless...in nothing but his boxers, tangled up in the sheets...His hair a beautiful mess, his eyes laden with sleep...and his body rippling every muscle as he motions to sit up...I lick my lips in imagination and I let out an involuntary sigh...

Hello...he says again..and I snap out of my day dream...blushing as if I got caught...

Oh hello Hi...Mmmr Khhhan...this is Zzzoya Farooqi...your interviewer...I uh actually treid calling the office but it was too early so I had to call you home..Actually...I ...I am having car troubles...and I don't get another one for the next 2 hours and so I just wanted to tell you that I will be running late, but worry not I will stay 2 hours later...uh iiiff that's ok with you...I puked it all out in one breath...draining the last drops of my confidence as I got no response back right away...What was going on?? Was he listening, had he slept off, or did he get angry and disconnect the phone..Wo he disconnected the phone...he's angry...he was known for his temper in school...It was rare but wen he got mad...there was no saving the person on the receving end...I have million doubts in my head.I don't know what's going on in his head...

~~

Is that her??? How is that possible...I sit up straight in my bed and drape my sheet to cover my bare essentials...I don't know if this is for real..and if she is actually on the phone...I know I was just dreaming about her, or rather about somebody that closely resembled her, but the dream was too hazy to remember..I arrange myself as I sit up and look at my clock...Its 5 minutes to 9. I have overslept by 2 hours..I run my hand through my haior as I yawn, trying to wake up...Her voice is teasing my senses...tickling me...annoying me...She sounds so sweet, so full of energy and I cant help my self but think of how she would be talking to me past the wee hours of the night about, life, dreams and love...or about anything atall...I know I could listen to her speak all day long...I did just that yesterday...I stared at her and listened to her speak...She;s a passionate girl I can tell. I can tell by the twinkle in her eyes when she talks about writing...It intrigues me...I wanna know more about her, about her likes and dislikes...what she loves and hates..Heck I wanna date her...

The last line snaps me awake...I cant understand why do I have this urge...I've never had this urge...Yes I've pursued girls before, but that was just for the thrill of it.I was young, and famous and rich...I was given choices...so I chose...But it was never like this...I never felt this strongly about wanting to woo a girl..

An old Quote fills my mind...and a blurred image of a dress with little red cherries challenge me to remember a lost memory...It tickles my heart strings...

"If I am not worth the wooing..I am definetly not worth the winning"

I try and remember where I read this quote but I cant...All I know is it feels apt for wat I am feeling...I feel I want to woo her...

Hello....I hear her voice again..and I roll my eyes, thinking where I had wandered off too...

So she doesn't have a car...hmm...I smirk...I don't know why...but I smirk...I think I have an idea...and I think I will use it..

Oh sorry...I was just...What the hell am I supposed to tell her...that I was day dreaming about her?? Not a chance in hell...

Watever...you know wat don't worry about it...you don't need to come here...

Bbut...yyou don't uunderstand..

But I do...you don't need to come here anymore...

Mr Khan..please try to understand...

No I think you should try and understand...what I want you to do..is take the next 90 minutes and find yourself a derby worth dress and text me your home address...I forgot to mention to you that I am to meet one of the record label execs at the race course by 11...I'll pick you up in my car at around 10:30.You can follow me around and can squeeze in the interview in between...Alright??

I get no response...what happened to her...

Ms Farooqi u there??? I ask..

Huh..Uh...O ya..III am here...why the heck is she stuttering...because she likes you...answers my inner voice...What nonsense I brush it off...

Excuse me?? She asks...

Nothing..Just be ready by 10:30..and text me your address right away...

Uh.actually...she stammers...

Yes??

I.iii I don't have your phone number...iii called your home...

O Shoot...my bad...here note it down...

I hear her fidget with something...Seems like she's grabbing something to write on...I laugh inwardly...Why cant she just note it on her phone..

Yes...I am ready...

I nod my head...not able to contain my smile..

Its...6013305504

Ok...I will text you my address...Thank you Mr Khan...

Cya in 90...Ms Farooqi...

I put the phone down and climb out of the bed.Not bothering to cover up, I drag my naked body into the washroom for a cool shower...

~~

Wo...a derby...Wow I am going to a derby with Asad...OMG I cant believe it...I jump like a crazed teenage girl...that's how elated I feel. Realizing I am standing in the middle of a drive way and a few ppl passing by are starting to stare I contain my self and run back to my apartment...OMG I have less then 90 mintues to look drby ready...and I don't know where to start...

First things first...I make sure that I stay professional and focus on my job. I keep all my stuff ready by the door. Then I give my self a pep talk and tell myself to stop letting the 15 year old Zoya take over...I am 25, a mature adult woman...and I know how to stay in control of the situation...

Next I attack my closet...I scrutinize every outfit I have..and finally after almost 45 minutes...I pick the one I want to wear...

A lavender crochet sleeveless sundress...A little above the knee with a sweetheart neck line and a modest yet flirty back...

I sigh...my legs still look shaved and smooth...I apply some shimmery lotion...put on my silver strappy sandals..and leave my hair down..the loose waves give them a breezy look.I like it..My makeup is minimal yet dewy and fresh...

I look at my watch, its 10:25.

5 mintues I tell myself running to the kitchen to grab me something to eat..

I am on my last bite when my phone buzzes. There's a message..

I am outside..

I shriek in glee...running like a crazy person, grabbing my bag and locking the door behind me..

A black Maserati stands by my driveway. The man of my teenage dreams is behind the wheel of this gorgeous piece of machinery..

Am I dreaming??Cos this cant be for real...I mean ..how the hell do you explain this...Me standing beside one of the most amazing car I have laid my eyes and and gawking at this hunk of a man...who's waiting to give me the ride of my life..

He pulls down the window and leans down to look at me..

Get in he says...

With trembling hands I reach out to the handle and open the door...Awkwardly I lean down and carefully seat myself in the plush leather seat..I am thankful, my dress behaved...

Finally I am settled in and ready to go..

Ready. He tells as if reading my mind. I nod trying to hide the blush that is creeping up my cheeks all the way to my ears...

Cool...He reverses and accelerates...and woosh...we are gone...

~~

I love my car...but today...I am loving the feeling of this girl sitting in my car...I cant help but notice how beautiful she looks...That color really suits her...and her hair add on to her beauty...Its hard for me to look on the road...my attention keeps going back to the girl besides me and the blush that seems to be playing on her cheeks...I cant help but feel arrogant. I know that blush is my doing...This is new...this emotion that I am feeling...its scary...cos its overwhelming me.Its taking over my rationality and making me do things I would never do especially for a girl...I cant help but frown at the thought that comes to mind...

An image of my highschool girlfriend tests my patience...It was a very serious relationship for me. I thought I was in love with her...Infact she was the first girl I had said I love you to. She had said the same..We were inseparable for the first 2 years of highschool.People thought I was a player, and she was ok with ppl believing me having more than many girlfriends. She said it went well with my image. She told me to treat her like one of the girls...I dint want to but she had insisted and I had given in...Who knew that was a trap...Who knew she would use it against me. The image she helped me built. She ditched me cos she believed some lies, that I was cheating on her...Later I realized...she wanted a way out..She was interested in someone else.

That did a number on me...and I became what I was potraying to the world..Love took a back seat...I let lust drive for a while..I had flings..and affairs...and the whole nine yards..and I don't regret it..It was part of growing up..even then I had my limits...I didn't do one night stands...I didn't do drugs...and I never allowed love to knock at my door again...

There was Lily then Ruhi...and Sasha...and finally there was Angela...she stuck by for 2 years...its was the best relationship I had...but it wasn't love...we drifted apart due to personal differences. She wanted love and marriage...I wanted nothing as such...

The ring of her phone call pulls me back into now..and I turn a little to get a better look at her...She's on the phone...laughing and talking animatedly to someone..

There's something about her...my heart says. Something familiar and true...

She laughs and I turn my attention back to the road...We are there...I put on my game face...Its time to do some business..

~~

Asad graciously introduces me to his peers...and makes sure I am well taken care of...he gives me some answers in between his long business meeting...

I don't complain...I am quite enjoying this weather and this arena...its full of rich...snobs and fancy foods...I dont mind it...but if I were to choos a place of my choice...I would either choose to be by the beach...or somewhere in Switzerland lazing by the meadows and staring at the snow covered alps...

Knock knock anybody home...

I jerk out of my day dream once more...and there comes my blush..

Here...he hands me a flute glass with some sparkling champagne...

I take it sheepishly, succeeding to avoid touching him...

So do I have a few minutes to spare...you can ask me some more question...

O yes for sure. I gulp the champagne in one go..and now I feel tipsy...I somehow end up grabbing his arm..right by his biseps...I feel his skin, warm and alive under my, trembling cold hands...and I take a step back in reaction...I almost stumble but he catches me by the waist in time..

Hey chill...Ms Farooqi...I think he is smirking at me...My face is burning up now..I bet I am as red as a tomato...

Distancing myself from his grip I mamage to grab my recorder and ask him a few more questions...These are more on his background...and he answers them ease...

I gtg now...cya in another 30 minutes...Why don't you go bet on a horse you like...Its fun...and if you horse wins...he winks and leaves...

I just stand there and stare...watching him walk back to his group dresses in a tight polo tee and black jeans...He is the most casually dressed man in this arena..he stands out...

~~

I've been standing here with these exces borning my self to tears becoz of my PR lady...She wants me to be involved in the financial aspect of the record making...I don't care but she pushes me saying it's a wise thing to do...I comply..

My eyes look for her. I don't see her anywhere..I know she went to grab something to eat...but its been a while now..

I am distracted and the group notices...I shrug and excuse myself. Need to find her...

She's not by the stalls or the food, or by the washrooms...Where the heck did she go...

I look everywhere but I don't see her...Finally I decide to call her. She picks up on the second ring..

Where are you I demand, not bothering with the formalities...

By the fountains...

K stay there I will be there in a sec..

I put the phone down and pace as casually as possible towards the fountain..

There she is seated on its ledge..munching on a basket of fries...

I close in the distance and stand up besides her..

Why here I ask..

It was getting hot...this place is cool...

Hmm...

Are you done with the meeting..

Not quite yet...we have some more things to finalize..should be another hour or so..

Oh ok...I don't mind waiting an hour..I will just find a spot and start typing out the interview..

No we took a break.I'll get back in 15...How bout some more questions..

You don't have to feel guilty about not being able to spare time for me...its ok I understand you're a bugy guy..and even than you managed to spare a full week...

Stop with the flattery...my reasons are selfish...its complying to my lil sister's whims...

O o ya...Najma rite???

Yes...people know she is my only weakness...and she knows that as well..so hence here I am..

So now shall we get some questions in or what???

Sure after you...

I turn around as she collects her stuff and stands up..

I start walking, but she doesn't catch up..Not understanding what'staking her so long I turn around and find her limping...

What happened...I ask..

I twisted my ankle..the heel got stuck in the grass...No big deal..not the first time it has happened..I will be ok in a bit...

Oh Bull shit..you can barely walk..Here lemme help you...

No I am ok...really...its alright..

Zip it...just sit where you were sitting...and lemme have a look at it..I know First Aid..

I know..

What...how do you know???

~~

What am I to tell him...That I know that from school??? No that's not happening..

I just shrug and do as he tells me to do...

Sit..he says I sit..

We'll do the interview here...while I see what's up with ur ankle.. I comply once again..

Take off ur shoe and put it on my knee...Now I hesitate...He is seated right besides me on the ledge and he is waiting for me to rest my foot on his knee...

Buck up..I don't have all day...

I hesitantly take off my sandals and carefully put my foot on his knee...I cant help but think of Cinderella...I know I am blushing...but what else can I do...

He tends to my ankle tenderly with a seasoned hand...I just sit and stare in awe.This man is an enigma and I am smitten, bitten and I cant think of a word that rhymes..

Shivers runs down my spine as he moves about my ankle..

Shoot he says without looking at me..

Oh huh..

Ur questions he looks up...there's something in his eyes I cant catch...I grab my recorder and ask away...trying my best to hold my sanity and not focus on the magic his fingers are doing touching my bare skin...massaging my ankle.

~~

After another few hours its time for me to drop her home...Its almost 6pm...We beat the rush and get to her place just in time..She is feeling much better from her sprain..I made sure there wasn't any major damage...

I drop her and she waves good bye...I see her receding into the building and I take a moment to rationalize the chaos in my mind. I am thankful nobody is around..I don't want to deal with a frantic fan or a crazy paparazzi. I just need a moment to breathe...and collect myself...

I close my eyes and I meditate...Now I know why I am so messed up in my head..I didn't meditate this morning..Just as I close my eyes something catches my eye...Its her...I see her walking out of the building with all her stuff...

What's going on...She is looking around, trying to call someone on the phone...I think she is frustrated...

I look around and finding nobody I step out and walk up toher...

Wats up...I ask

I locked myself out...I forgot to take my keys in the morning and the super is gone for the day and I don't have a spare. And I have no car and no place to crash nothing... she is all over the place frustrated, angry and anxious

Hmm...I don't know what to say...but before I can think..my mouth blurts out..

Get in the car..you can spend the night at my place..

So how was that...tell me tell me tell me...

If you want more show me some love..cos I bet you're gonna like the next update...

Asad and Zoya at Asad's palce..some alone time...

Next update is courtesy Zanutix's idea...She sent me an excerpt she wrote imagining wat's to come next...and I told her I would use it...so ya..next one's for u gal...ur idea..my manipulation of the idea..a lethal and wonderful combination

Laslty 2 more things...

1^st...I've decided what this story will be...

It will be a 10 part SS...that should be good enough for it...

And

2^nd...Everything Burns and this story will be my last ones here...After that I plan to move out and start my own blog...Those interested to follow me there and show their love and support PM me...and I will gladly forward you the link to my blog...So far its just created..but soon I will have something up on that aswell

So ya that's it...

Next update next week hopefully

And don't forget to like and leave your comments!!!

Mine
1stly.. Aap jaha chalo likho jo chahe likho...
Mere pm mujhe chahiye bus 😆
2ndly.. So after everything burns u won't write stories on Asya !!!!
3rdly.. If I want to follow u on blog.. Would I also hv to create a blog a/c ??
I dnt knw anything about blog...


Nd the updt was gud.. Loved it..
Asad k bhi bahut asar horaha hai zoya k wazaah se 😆
Bichari k need kharab hogay ek din mein
Agar ghar pe rahegi tho 😳 😆 😆

I totally loved it

Continue soon

Waiting for 3rd day interview

😳

dat was wonderful... loved it...

Day 2...
this was pure beauty...
so fun to read...
is zoya clumsy or is clumsy another name for her...
first the car broke down... later the ankle and finally she locked herself out...
ek din mai only zoya has to go through all this...
imaginations... both get lost in this world while talking to each other on phone...
oh so asad remembered the lines...
"If I am not worth the wooing..I
am definetly not worth the
winning" but where he cant...
he wants to woo her... and date her...
he comes to pick her up...
he remembers all his past relationships... but feels somewhat different for zoya but what he cant figure it out...
ah he cant stand her out of his sight...
and zoya was busy blushing whole day... lol
finally offered her to stay the night at his place... now that is interesting n exciting...
waiting for more...
continue soon...