ik baar jo hum nay commitment kr li (3)...( STRICTLY INVITES ONLY) - Page 33

Originally posted by: BelleAme

Mai zyaada baat karing?mujhe tho laga Mai Bahut kam Ba'ath karti hun 😆
lol actually u know Mai sirf apne friends ke Saath chapar chapar karti Hun...warna everyone
Else think m very calm n sulghi Huvi girl(Jo Mai Hun...don't doubt that 😆 )
Mujhe agar Asad ke alava koi aur update le lata hai tho bada gussa aying..
Aur ye Amna 2 -2 updates Mai Asad ko gayab kardeti hai :(...

Before u guys start ... i changed Pinky's name to Sara Shah 😊

Part 52

"Absolutely!" Zoya replied, smiling tenderly at him. He kissed her then, a long, tired, gentle kiss that Zoya returned with more fervor than ever before. When he left, she refused to compare that kiss to Asad's demanding, hot, ardent ones. Passion was what Asad's kisses offered. Ayaan's offered love.

...

Asad stood in the center of the mammoth conference room that adjoined his office, his hands on his hips, looking at everything through narrowed, critical eyes. In thirty minutes Zoya would be there, and he was desperately, boyishly, determined to impress her with all the trappings of his success. A secretary and the receptionist, whose names he'd heretofore never bothered to learn, had been summoned to the conference room so that he could seek their opinion of the overall effect. He'd called Haris's office, too, and left him an urgent message to come up immediately. Haris was closer to Zoya's age than Asad was, and he had good taste"it wouldn't hurt to get his opinion on things. "What do you think, Moina?" he asked the secretary now, his hand on the dimmer switch that controlled the tiny spotlights high above in the ceiling. "Is this too little light or too much?"

"I"I think it's just right, Mr. Khan," Moina replied hastily, trying very hard not to show how shocked she was to discover that their formidable employer was actually subject to a human frailty like doubt, and that, moreover, he had finally put himself to the trouble of learning their names. The fact that he also had a devastating smile was not exactly a surprise. They'd seen him smile in meetings with his executives, in magazines, and newspapers, but until today, no woman at Intercorp had ever had that smile focused upon herself, and both Moina and Affu were trying hard not to look as flustered or flattered as they felt.

Affu stood back, studying the effect of the center-piece on the conference table. "I think the fresh flowers on the conference table are a lovely touch," she assured him. "Shall I arrange to have the florist bring a similar spray every Tuesday?"

"Why would I want to do that?" Asad asked, so absorbed in the matter of lighting that he momentarily forgot that he'd led both women to think his sudden interest in the appearance of his office and conference room was purely aesthetic and not related to today's guests in any way. "That looks nice," he said, watching Moina arrange a $2,000 crystal water pitcher and matching glasses on one end of the rosewood conference table. When she straightened and backed away from the table, Asad passed a slow, critical glance over the vast room with its silver carpeting and burgundy suede sofas and chairs. Although his office and this conference room took up an entire side of the glass high rise and offered a breathtaking view of the Mumbai skyline, he'd decided to close the opaque draperies. With the draperies closed and the room dim, the spotlights highlighted the satin sheen of the thirty-foot rosewood table and sent prisms of light flashing off the deeply faceted crystal on the table. Like the conference table, the interior walls were of rosewood, and a circular bar had been recessed into one of them. The doors to the bar were open now with light glancing off thousands of crystal facets on the gold-rimmed tumblers and decanters that stood upon the shelves.

Despite that, Asad continued to deliberate about the room. With the draperies closed, the room looked lusher, cozier. Or else like an expensive restaurant, he wasn't certain anymore. "Open or closed?" he asked the two women, then he pressed a button that sent eighty feet of draperies gliding open across the glass wall so that the skyline was revealed, and they could help him decide.

"Open," Moina said.

"Open," Affu echoed.

Asad looked out at the hazy, overcast day. The meeting with Zoya would go on for at least an hour, by which time it would be dark, and the view would be spectacular. "Closed," he said, pressing the button and watching the draperies whoosh across the glass walls. "I'll open them when it's dark out," he said, thinking aloud.

Brushing back the sides of his suit coat, he considered the coming meeting, knowing that his obsession with minor details was foolish. Even if Zoya was duly impressed with $40,000 worth of crystal and all the other trappings of his little kingdom"even if she was cordial and relaxed and gracious when she walked in"she sure as hell wasn't going to like her surroundings, or her host, once the meeting began.

He sighed, half eager and half reluctant for the battle to begin, then he absently remembered the two women who were waiting to see if he needed anything else. "Thank you both very much. You've been very helpful," he said, his mind going back to the appearance of the suite. He flashed a smile at both women, a warm smile that made them feel appreciated and noticed and admired at last, then he spoiled that utterly by demanding of the secretary, "If you were a woman, would you find this room attractive?"

"I find it attractive," Moina said stiffly, "even as a lowly robot, Mr. Khan."

It took a moment for her icy retort to register on Asad, but when he glanced over his shoulder, both women were walking through the double doors past Shah. "What's she miffed about?" he demanded of his own secretary, whose sole interest, like his own, was on getting work done at the office, not socializing or flirting.

Miss Shah straightened her severely cut gray suit and removed the pencil she'd tucked behind her ear. "I assume," she said with unhidden disdain for the other secretary, "that she hoped you'd be aware that she is a woman. She's been hoping you'd notice that since the day you arrived here."

"She's wasting her time," Asad advised. "Among other things, she's an employee. Only an idiot fools around with his employees."

"Perhaps you ought to get married," Miss Shah sensibly replied, but she was flipping pages in her dictation notebook, looking for some figures she wanted to discuss with him. "I think that would have put a stop to female aspirations."

A slow smile broke across Asad's face and he perched his hip on the conference table, suddenly eager to tell someone his newly discovered truth. "I am married," he quietly said, watching for her stunned reaction.

Miss Shah flipped a page, and without looking up, said, "My heartiest congratulations to you both."

"I'm serious," Asad said, his brows pulling together.

"Shall I relay that information to Miss Tanveer?" she asked with a deadpan look. "She's called twice today."

"Miss Shah," Asad said firmly, and for the first time in their sterile working relationship he truly regretted that he'd never befriended her. "I married Zoya Siddiqui eleven years ago. She's coming here this afternoon."

She looked at him over the top of her steel-rimmed glasses. "You have dinner reservations tonight. Will Miss Siddiqui be joining you and Miss Tanveer? If so, shall I change the reservations to a party of three?"

"I canceled my date with"" Asad began, then his mouth dropped open, and a lazy grin spread across his face. "Do I detect a note of censure in your voice?"

"Certainly not, Mr. Khan. You made it very clear at the beginning that censuring your actions was not part of my job. As I recall, you specifically said that you didn't want my personal opinions, and you didn't want cake on your birthday; you merely wanted my skills and my time. Now, do you want me to be present at this meeting to take notes?"

Asad swallowed back a startled laugh at the discovery that his long-ago remark had evidently been rankling her for all these years. "I think it might be a good idea for you to take notes. Pay particular attention to anything at all that Miss Siddiqui or her attorney agrees to; I intend to hold them to every concession."

"Very well," she said, and turned to leave.

Behind her, Asad's voice checked her in midstep.

"Miss Shah?" She turned back, her posture primly erect, her pencil poised for his instructions. Teasingly, Asad asked, "Do you have a first name?"

"Certainly," she replied, her eyes narrowing.

"May I use it?"

"Of course. Although, I don't think Sara suits you quite as well as Asad."

Asad gaped at her deadpan expression and swallowed a sharp bark of laughter, uncertain whether she was serious or making a joke. "Do you suppose," he said gravely, "you and I could be... a little less formal around here?"

"I assume you're suggesting a more relaxed relationship, the sort one might find more typical between a secretary and her employer?"

"Yes, actually I was."

She lifted a thoughtful brow, but this time Asad saw it"the gleam of an answering smile in her pale eyes. "Will I have to bring you cake on your birthday?"

"Probably," he said with a sheepish grin.

"I'll make a note of it," she replied, and when she actually did, Asad burst out laughing. "Will there be anything else?" she asked, and for the first time in all these years Sara Shah smiled at him. The smile had an electrifying effect on her face.

"There is one more thing," Asad added. "It's very important, and I'd like your complete attention."

She sobered immediately. "You have it."

"In your opinion, is this conference room extremely impressive, or merely ostentatious?"

"I feel quite confident," she replied straight faced, after looking the room over, "that Miss Siddiqui will be dumbstruck with admiration."

Asad gaped as she turned on her heel without asking if he wanted anything and practically fled from the room, but he could have sworn her shoulders were shaking.

Haris Riaz was pacing nervously in Miss Shah's office, waiting for the old bat to emerge from Khan's office and give him permission to enter. She came walking out with unusual haste, and Haris braced himself to be made to feel a truant schoolboy facing the principal. "Mr. Khan wants to see me," he told her, trying to hide his agitation over Asad's urgent summons. "He said it was very important, but he didn't say what it was about and I"I didn't know which files to bring."

"I do not think," she said in an odd, choked voice, "you will need your files, Mr. Riaz. You may go in."

Haris gave her a queer, curious glance, then he hurried in to see Mr. Khan. Two minutes later Haris backed out of Asad's office, inadvertently banging into the corner of Miss Shah's desk in his state of preoccupied worry.

She looked up at him. "Were you able to answer Mr. Khan's question without your files?"

Desperately in need of reassurance, Haris braved what he knew would be her scorn. "Yes, but I"I'm not certain I gave the right answer. Miss Shah," he implored, "in your opinion, is the conference room impressive or ostentatious?"

"Impressive," she said.

Haris's shoulders sagged with relief. "That's what I said."

"That was the right answer."

Haris stared at her in amazement; she was looking at him, her eyes positively glinting with sympathetic amusement. Shocked at the realization that there was actually some warmth beneath her glacial surface, he wondered if his own rigidity had somehow caused her to regard him with such disfavor in the past. He decided to buy her a box of candy at Diwali.

Originally posted by: BelleAme

Chal jhooti...she chooses Stefan 😛

Originally posted by: BelleAme

Main yen ahi eek handsome se Asad deserve karti hun 😛

Originally posted by: BelleAme

Guys I need use opinion...which one is better



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Originally posted by: ...KSGmiAmor...

sara pakistani humsafar dekha hai tum nay ????