CHAPTER 9
zoya felt like coughing seeing her pity seduction moves she was trying on asad. He looked like so annoyed with all those finger rolling on his face. Well good for him! She thought.
"tanveer you haven't changed at all. Not a bit!" asad said non chalantly as he forced her finger off his skin, one by one.
"asad.i agree my lord. But you! You are really the same hot elegant man I met 2 years ago." She wrapped her arm across him and zoya finally felt suffocated with her every move.
She finally excused herself and went to a near by counter where an empty chair was waiting for her. asad found zoya leaving his sight and as she left he jerked tanveer off immediately, " tanveer, how is your laila act going these days."
Tanveer rolled her eyes dreamily, " well, asad I can only say, I am the queen of many hearts." She slides an index finger on his arm, feeling his biceps and triceps against her skin.
Zoya every now and then, looked at his direction and when caught by asad she pretends to look somewhere else.asad too looked least interested in whatever tanveer is upto and his major focus kept on gliding at zoya and the bartender.
"hello, mam. Would you like to have something?" the bartender profusely asked zoya as she was trying to steal a glance at asad and LAiLa..
"huh? Oh..yes. I would like to have an orange juice." she laughed nervously looking at bartender.
"certainly mam." The young bartender gave the glimpse of his shining tooth and turned behind to pick up the drink for zoya. While asad who had witnessed the whole shy and play game felt like his whole blood running to his nerve. Ignoring what tanveer was saying to him, he simply walked out of the place. Leaving her insulted on the spot in an awkward situation. hurt was visibly clear in her eyes as she let her orbs tracked asad.
"now we are having good time. aren't we?" zoya raised an eyebrow at the certain voice behind her, she looked up and found asad standing like a chandelier above her head. Oh go how tall is he? She complaint.
asad stood in front of zoya and the same time bartender turned with the drink." Here is your drink mam. Orange juice for a beautiful la-." He bites his tongue on seeing red eyes of asad staring and tearing him right through the middle.
Asad raised an brow, quickly fluctuating the mask of anger to sarcasm and picks up the drink on her behalf. He offers the drink to her while she simply stares at him like he has grown new horns overnight.
"hmm. take it." he says in a stern voice. Zoya jerked with the penetration in his voice and looks at the drink in surprise. Yet she raises her hand to pick it. just when she is about to touch the glass. He slips it, making it fall on floor, the glass breaks into several pieces and the juices spills all over her shoes.
"ya allah. What is this?" zoya raised her voice in irritation and dust off her cloth in attempt to clean the drops of orange from her outfit.
Zoya looked at asad to scold him but before she could do that her eyes lay on asad's hurt orbs. she moved her vision in the direction of his and found a group of few reporters clicking pitchers of a hmm.. what look like family. It consist ofa woman and two men. Who are they? She thought.
She opened her mouth to speak something, but even before she could say he left the spot. He looked really upset. She noticed as she stood there staring at the family.
"who are they?" she whispered her question.
"they are bhopal's number one business tycoon family. He is Rashid Ahmed khan." The bartender shared his piece of information with her and she gave him a weak smile in confusion.
Zoya shrugged her shoulder and turned to the boy with a sweet smile, " can you please show me the way to restroom."
"oh certainly mam its over there." Zoya followed the direction showed by the bartender and soon she found herself cleaning the damage that orange juice has created in her clothes.
Unaware of everything when zoya is spending the time to clean tanveer enters the washroom and as a pre-planned act she bumps into zoya.
Zoya looked at her and all of sudden her tongue holds a bitter taste."oh sorry I didn't see you." tanveer fakes an apology. "huh! No problem." Zoya made a sarcasm and walked out of restroom.
As she walked out of bathroom, tanveer let her eyes follow her with a smirk, " now the fun really begins. You cant steal him from me. no one can. I wont let it happen."
Its 11 of night and zoya feels really very tired, she thought to go home but she was aware asad would never let her go. He had kept a watch at her since their last orange spill meet. For once zoya was at much of relief of not seeing that bitch round him after then. But why was she feeling that she didn't have any answer. You should have seen her when she heard tanveer had left her face has lightened up for unknown reason in a flash. Zoya glanced at the watch few more times, before throwing her hands in air. Trying to search asad in the crowd. But to her luck he has suddenly disappeared. A part of her wanted to know what made him so hurt while other part of her just wished to show him "I don't care sign board."
Chucking all the thought in dustbin zoya decided to go home. she slowly made her feet towards door.
"and where do you think you are going?" she rolled her eyes hell ward knowing already whose this voice belongs to.
"its much late mr khan. I need to go home." she kept her voice as determined as she could.
"and keep your need to yourself because I want to stay and enjoy party. And you are not going anywhere." His face wears a mask of cruelty and she feels an urge to snatch her nails on his face.
She opens her mouth to speak something but a loud announcement grabbed both attention. "...so may I invite all beautiful ladies and handsome mens to join us on stage for a dance please." After the announcement was done zoya and asad looked at each other with a question look.
"you know I prefer dieng then to dance with you." zoya made a child face.
"you cannot dance zoya. Is that what you are hiding?" asad teased her with a smirk.
"no. I just don't want to." She groaned in frustration.
"I challenge you." asad occupied a seat close to him picking up a glass of drink.
"accepted." Zoya with a fuming horn walked to the centre of stage.
And the song began...
Zoya swayed her hips up and down attracting the boys near her to join her on stage. They danced on music like there is no tomorrow. And whole crowd hooted up to cheer zoya and the gang who were dancing with her. where all of the highs and lows were in mood watching and enjoying her performance there in the same room there was a person who simply sat with an eagle eye watching at zoya. Asad every nerves spoke a lot of self controlling that he was asking himself to do. He kept an eye like a maniac at her every move. And suddenly like a rocket has launched below his feet he gets up and walks at zoya with stern look. Zoya noticed him coming towards her and all her colour drained off her face. She gulped hard and start backing off from crowd. But before she could escape him he holds her wrist and turns her to himself. her back is now touching his front and she found him guiding her body to sway on music.
Her brow squeezed tighter and tighter , and the conscious of whats happening around her slip her mind.
After moving for few minutes asad finally took her very slowly from the crowd. Taking in the sense now, zoya pushed his hands off her. "how dare you touch me?" she spat venom at him. asad pulled his hair in frustration as he brought his face close to her. she felt like something bad is coming up and she shuts her eyes in fear. and to make it a worse she hears many voices coming from the door opposite to them. Her eyes lands at the door and asad follows it too. The door is about to open she feels at relief like he cannot harm her in public. With a hope she looks at the door while asad backs off from her and before she could complete one last breathe , she feels his hand meeting her arm with such a force that she gets pasted on wall with a groan. Zoya grunts in shock than in pain. and at the same time the folks evacuates the hall one by one.
Its takes her time to finally compose herself. She taking support of the wall when tries to gain her posture. She finds no where near her. asad has tactfully managed everyone to go unnoticed of zoya. She was thrown at such corner that no one could easily see her.
She tries to search for asad in a haste but even finds him disappear. In an anger bolting in her she tries to take a step to make way out of the venue when suddenly her upper half comes down on its own. Zoya brings her hand to her chest to keep her treasure and holds the cloth tight on it. what the hell? How does it happened? Her mind clouded with question. She with teary eyes looked everywhere for help but found absolutely no one close. How will she reach home this way? Was the only question bothering her.
Zoya somehow tried to keep the cloth on her as she walked to the gate and just when she has completed declining all the stairs she hears a screeching sound and a black range rovers stands in front of him. when she see the driver inside, its asad. Zoya looked here and there for some other alternative and knowing nothing else is there as an option she sits in the car. With out even looking at zoya he keeps his eyes on roads and drives the car to her home. in between zoya found a long piece of cloth and she wraps it around her.
Asad stops the car infront of her gate and zoya quietly walks out of it. she knew the car was standing there behind her with the harsh focus light on her back. Zoya ringed the bell and zeenat came and took her in.
Zoya when shuts the door hears racing of asad's car. He left. She thought to herself. The incident that has occurred left her bruised and she cries hard on her bed sitting at the edge of it while replaying all the even. Zoya have changed her clothes by then. She asked zeenat to excuse her for sometime and she will tell her everything later. She was alne in the room. She was upset. Zoya after a good hour gets the cloth that she has been wearing in the party to check how this malfunctioning of cloth did happened.
"ya allah. Its like more of cut signs not a tear. Does that mean someone had purposely tampered with my dress. How? And when?"she lost in a deep thought.
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