CHAPTER 7
Ya allah what have I done to get this" zoya chided while looking at the file in drawers.
"miss farooqui how long I have to wait?" asad shouted from the corner of the room while tossing on some papers.
"just two minutes mr khan." Zoya called out while trying to look at those files on top of the cupboard.
Unaware of asad , she pushes sofa close to the cupcoard that its now in one alignment. She climbs up to touch the file.
Still there is distance to cover. "ya allah even now I cant reach there." She says with a groan and looks at asad with a puppy face. But asad is too engrossed in black letters of file that he misses her silence call for help.
She taps her feet with anger on sofa and balances herself on toe to reach there. Right then the room echoes with a loud BANG!!!
Asad heard a sharp voice from the room and immediately he got his attention on the flying files and somewhere between papers he could see a hand.
He scrunched his brows. "what is happening here?" he asked himself.then he slowly walked towards the pile of files and papers and ofcourse her hand.
"help me mr khan." He head a compressed soft voice from the piles.
Asad rolled his eyes to sky as if grieving to allah! Asad quickly then bent on floor and removed all the files on top of her and helped her to come out of the piles and burdens.
"what were you doing?" asad asked with a hint of anger , looking at the mess around the cabin.
"um..i tried to get your file and didn't see those piles behind it. when I pulled everything came on me." zoya answered and once she said she got the file which she was holding all the while to him.
Asad stared at her with a total disbelief look and took the file without breaking his eyes contact from her.
Just when he takes the file completely and she bents to pick the mess she has created a painful moan escapes her lips.
Asad brow knits in tension and he immediately turns back taking her hand in him, "what happened? Show me!" he turns her hand trying to spot injury. " oh shit your arm!"
Zoya tries to get her hand back but he is stubborn in diagnosing her wound when he spots a big red mark.
"oh my god, you have hurt your self." He has lines on forehead when he worriedly folds her sleeves up and takes her to his chair. "sit down." He says and she obliged him. he then runs to the security and gets a spray for her swollen wound.
"mr khan I am okay." She tries to talk to him but he completely ignores her and focuses on the wound that he is healing with the spray.
Asad sprays on her arm and checks for any other injury when he is satisfied that she is fine , he finally let her arm goes slowly and keeps it on her lap. He places the spray on the table and gets up simply staring at her face while anger in bottling up in him.
"I don't understand where you concentrate while you don anything? Why cant you focus on one thing at one time?" he scolds her and zoya feels irked at the tone he is using at her.
"mr khan you don't need to be worry. I am fine.its just a swelling." Zoya narrowed her eyes and tried to be bitch while talking.
"just a swelling? Are you insane? Look at your arm its all red and in much bad condition.. and let me tell you one thing clear miss farooqui, I don't care for you. okay. Hell I am not worried too. I am only concerned for one thing. If something had happened to you here in my property I would have landed in severe trouble. And god forbid if some stupid ngos would have poked their nose they would made a huge scene on my name lavishing all the publicity they would gain just by my name. so if you wish to die..please die somewhere Out of my property and not here. Is that clear?"asad ventialated his anger on her. he was breathing really hard when he finished with his talking, he had huge drops on his forehead which indicated a lot many emotion and not just anger.
"okay." Zoya simply said just to let him make her go. Her eyes were stinging and she felt like she will break in to tears if he adds any word more to it.
Her eyes were all glassy and she quickly excused herself from him. asad watched her leaving and her feature went soft suddenly, he in frustration holds his front hair and pulls them behind. he stares the alley where she has just ran and thus the minutes freezed there for him.
Zoya runs to washroom. Seeing herself in the mirror makes her cry more harder. Her arms still aches and she holds them with pain while crying harder. "I regret meeting you mr khan." She says loud enough to tear the wall.
After an hour of crying she finally comes out of the room. Asad spots her in the alley and a breeze of care passes through both. He could see the red eyes and her puffy lids of eyes and that made him feel bad about something.
Clearing his throat he decides to behave normal for the night. He takes the file and eyes her through corner.
"okay. Now just concentrate on your work till I call you back." Asad very rudely says and sits on his chair . he reads all the files one by one. While zoya simply stares at him in disbelief . after a couple of minutes she too sat on the nearby chair taking our her I pad she surfed on some random stuffs.
Zoya opened her facebook and went on updating her status amongst the line like, " 30 minutes of being in cage." Then the time increased to 40 then 1 and then went on until and unless asad caught her shooting death glares at him and he shuts the file closed.
"okay we are done. All set for tomorrow presentation. Lets go home." asad said and turned his back at zoya . zoya stayed for a minute in awkward silence then seeing him showing no interest she huffed and went to her desk to pick up her bag.
When zoya came back she found security waiting for her, " sir said he is waiting for you in his car." He informed and zoya with a smile nods her head in yes. Then she walks out side the gate looking for his car.
"get in the car." He said with a serious tone.
Zoya shrugged her shoulder and says a no, " no thanks I will take a rickshaw."
"just sit." He spat and zoya flinched at the raised tone. But sighing in defeat she finally sat inside the car.
Asad sat beside her and the car started.
After a few turns zoya suddenly screamed, " hey wait, this isn't the way to my house."
Asad sighed in defence, "it's a short cut." He assured and immediately her body relaxed without her will.
"okay." She weakly said and turned her face to other side.
Very strange sense of silence is spreads in the car for a long time. for an occasion change bothlooked up at each other face and then quickly removes their eyes from it focussing on unloving material.
"sir, we have arrived." The driver informs asad. Asad and zoya together looked outside their windows with a surprise look of reaching it that quick.
Asad nods his head and opens the door of his side. he then turns to her side to open her door but she beats him by already getting out of the car.
Asad chuckles in disappointment and nods a no silently, "okay sir." Zoya says out of nowhere and turns to look at her entrance. She makes one two steps in the direction of the gate all the while chanting to correct the mistake she has made.
In the washroom she makes a decision that joining this company is her biggest mistake and she will give her resignation with the first rays of morning to asad.
"uh, miss farooqui." Asad called out from behind and she stopped on her feet in reflexin with a surprise look and wide eyes, with a fake smile she turns to look at him.
"this." He hands her a box. Zoya takes the boll and reads the label on his. A relief spray?" she asks in utter blank look.
"it will help you to reduce pain." asad embarrassingly finishes off and sits in the car while the car in few seconds runs out of her sight.
"ya allah! What happened to him now?" zoya whispered softly in the dark night.
She stayed there for a little longer holding the box in her hand and straing at the road where his car has just disappeared. After a while she made her way in to the house where she rightlybelongs too...(for now)đ
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Bigg Boss 19
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