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CHAPTER 12
Zoya blinks her eyes gor few times, trying to adjust with the sunlight blooming the room. She brings a hand over her mouth and yawns. Meanwhile she hears the knock at the door.
"Please wait." She says instantly getting up and going to the door.
She opens it just to find the maid with a small smile. Zoya's eyes darts from her face to her hand and she spots a tray with tea on it and some break fast. Immediately blushing in embarrassment. Zoya nods and takes the tray from her."thank you."
Whispering a goodmorning the maid disappears to retart her house hold activity.
Zoya shuts the door and gets the tray on top of the table. She then stretching her arms walks into the washroom for refreshing. Soon she comes out ready for the day. She is wearing a light pink shirt and a black colour trouser. She quickly sips on the tea which has now turned cold and gets down to wish the maid bye.
"Khala? " zoya calls as she steps inside the kitchen.
"Khala. Where are you?" Zoya keep asking as she scans the house.
As she is about to go shrugging off her shoulder she hears a tiny noise from somewhere upstairs. "Oh she is there?" Zoya says to herself. Climbing the quick piles of stairs she stands soon in front of the room next to her's.
"Khala!" She knocks on door waiting for the maid to answer. When even waiting for a bit long she doesn't get any answer she decides to leave the mesage for her at the door and go to office.
'Khala. I am going to client office. Will come late?okay?" She says and waits still no answer. Sighing a bit louder zoya takes a step away from the door.
"Zoya beta." Zoya's face instantly flungs up in the direction of the voice. Her btows are knots and her face takes the colour of surprise.
"You are here? Then who is the...there?' Her eyes wide in realisation and in fraction of secondd her mind starts with thr list of goons to bombers to robbers to every theif and possibilities of serial killers who could be in that room waiting for the opportunity to attack them.
She brings her hand over her mouth from stopping herself from screaming.
She then tries to calm her sense down. " i should do something." She tries to search for the weapon for attack.
She sees a flower vase and picks it up. The action is so quick that before the maid could stop her she pushes the door and barges in . she is just about to hold herself when her torso gets collide with a rock.
Zoya looks upto the rock and goes stumble with shriek. Its then the two hands that the rock has holds her and they both simultaneously fells on bed.
She blinks her eyes for a couple of time. Before realising its no rock but her boss on whom she is Laying on her stomach embarrass with the situation zoya tries to get up but find herself crushing in his arms as he is holding her in a hug.
Her eyes widens in anger and she pushes his hand away while yelling a loud and clear " mr khan?" On his face
Asad wakes up from his trance and pushes zoya aside getting up at the same time.
"Allah miya what's wrong with you mr khan." she squeals as she gets up.
"Wo main
Wo..main.." He blushes hard still under thr effect of the approximity he has experienced.
"Mr.khan?..mr khan!!!" Her eyes widens more and more in realisation of his presence.
"You...you are here!" She yells in surprise.
Asad puts one finger instantly in his ears requesting her to stop her yelling.
"Miss. Miss farooqui. Please for the sake of allah .stop screaming." He urges narrowing his eyes with the pitch of her voice.
"Mr khan" she gets a hand on her waist. " you were not coming hun? Then what made you come and disturb me?" She pouts with a sweet taunting.
"Wo actually... "He clears his throat and looks everywhere.
"Wo actually what mr khan?" She bobs her head and he feels more nervous.
"I ..i ..." He stammers but then instantly like some lightning appears behind his vision he gains confidence. "Its my company miss farooqui if you have forgot. So i am answerable to no one." He sets collar and walks past him. Leaving zoya behind with open mouth.
"Mr khan." Asad smiles inwardly when he hears zoya calling from behind and soon after that he hears her footsteps.
Trying to act stern he suddenly turns behind shocking zoya. She bumps a little away and goes off balance.
Reflexing it, asad quickly holds her in his arms and like a soft music is played in air the breeze flows blowing her hair all over his face.
Its like nature wants to hide this two beautiful person from all bad eyes.
Sharing few minutes of pure emotions through eyes finally these two young heart come to consciousness.
Zoya unhooks her hand with total embarrassment. Asad too bites his inner jaw before speaking, "our clients wanta to meet ..meet by evening. They are arranging dinner for us. We are going." He simply declares. Zoya stood there with a o mouth she wants to contradict him but the emotions she felt a seconds ago stopped her to do any thing.
She simply nods and leaves for the room.
Its 8 pm and zoya is waiting for asad to show up. They were supposed to visit clients but mr late latif khan yet is busy grooming. She thought.
"Khala please knock at asad's door and ask him how much time more he needs to get out?" She annoyedly said.
Khala nods and gets disappear towards his room. After taking several minutes finally she shows up with few lines on forehead.
She looked behind her but didn't find asad.
"Khala where is asad?" She feels a warmness of fear building in her.
"He said he is not feeling well." She answered and made a bee line to the kitchen. She took a pan and pured some vegies.
"Oh.great perfect timing for sickness." Zoya muterr beneath nose.
Zoya watches her making soup. And she makes way to see him.
She walks to his room and knocks on door. On not getting answer even after a couple of knocks zoya finally peeps inside the room.
"Asad! Oh my god."she screams and runs to him.
"Asad why are you on floor." She worriedly asks.
She helps asad to get up, "are you okay?" She helps him to get on bed.
"Mmm. " he mumbles. Zoya pulls the blanket over him and checks his temple with the back of her hand.
"Ya allah. His body is burning with fever." Zoya looked here and there and then instantly got up.
"Meeting at clients place. You go alone." He said in somewhat very slumber voice.
"Allah miya whats wrong with you asad ahmed khan?" She raised her voice in disbilief. You want me to go to meeting? Fine." She stomped her feet and walked out of door.
Asad tried to get up on elbow and peeped at door, "she left?" He asks in disappointment.
Asad is about to say some more but is interrupted with zoya barging in pushing the door aside. He instantly drops down on bed.
"I am going to make you lemon tea with herbs. Okay!" She said and he nods softly.
Zoya then gets disappear to make lemon tea. When the door is shut a small smile appears on his face.
An hour later she came back with soup that khala had prepared and lemon tea which she made by herself. Asad was in his light sleep when she came.
"Asad." She calls softly.
Asad opems his eyes and spots her sitting in his bed and he could smell the delicious soup and tea aroma in air.
"Hmm." He simply hums. Zoya helps him to sit up and lets his back rest on the dashboard on the bed.
He then gets the tray and the soup to him. Stirring it with the spoon she brings the spoon full of soup near his lips to eat.
Asad reflex his eyes from soup to the spoon and from spoon to her face. She looked so good in all caring mode.
Asad opens his mouth amd she feeds him. The act goes very silently until asad coughs in middle of gulping and the hot soup spills on his shirt he moans when it burns his skin.
"I ..i am so sorry." She panicks and keeps the tray aside. She picks up the whilte towel she got to wipe his face and daps the soup which spilled on his shirt.
She scrambles to drawers and get a ointment out. Asad could only smile at her it was not a burn to be panicked so much on. But she was acting really sweet and more of t he was liking it.
"Umh. Asad can i get your shirt off. I want to put this ointment." She says very nervously.
Asad nods chewing his inner jaw. The fever was not affecting him as much as those goody feeling that were developing in her presence.
Asad turned around with the help of zoya till his back is facing her and starts unbuttoning his shirt. But it felt difficult since his hands were not stable.
Zoya sighs and walking to face him. She removes his hand and unbutton his shirt.
After that she gets up amd goes to washroom with the shirt and towel.asad waits for few minutes with his shut eyes and then he feels a warm towel brushing against his skin.
When he slowly angles hs head he sees zoya wiping his back with the towel.
In a surprise asad turns to face her and finds a zoya who looks as innocent as child and as vulnerable as an infant.
He nods in approval and sits back resting his back against the dashboard.
She then with a very serious and focussed look on face brings the towel to his chest wiping it carefully. She sponges his body with the wet towel and asad kept admiring her.
When the work comes to end she gets a fresh pair of shirt for asad and helps him to wear it.
Later that evening doctor came and checked on asad he prescribed some medicine and left.
Zoya got the medicine for asad with a pair of milk glass with her. Zoya places the glass on table and brings her hand to check for his temperature. Its still hot' she come to n conclusion.
Zoya slightly pats his shoulder and wakes him up. Asad groggily looks at zoya and gets up in sitting position.
She gives him the water and tablet. Asad makes an bitter face but have it quietly.
"Here." She hands him the glass of milk. Asad looks away immediately.
"No. I will not drink this. Its yuck to taste." He says like a 5 year old making faces.
Zoya smiles and gets the other glass near her lips. "I know that why i got two. For your company. Now you wont feel alone with this mess." She says and encourage him to drink the milk. Very soon both drank the milk with all those bad noises and ugly faces.
After finishing it zoya got the glass back om tray and with a good night she walks out of his room.
Zoya blinks her eyes gor few times, trying to adjust with the sunlight blooming the room. She brings a hand over her mouth and yawns. Meanwhile she hears the knock at the door.
"Please wait." She says instantly getting up and going to the door.
She opens it just to find the maid with a small smile. Zoya's eyes darts from her face to her hand and she spots a tray with tea on it and some break fast. Immediately blushing in embarrassment. Zoya nods and takes the tray from her."thank you."
Whispering a goodmorning the maid disappears to retart her house hold activity.
Zoya shuts the door and gets the tray on top of the table. She then stretching her arms walks into the washroom for refreshing. Soon she comes out ready for the day. She is wearing a light pink shirt and a black colour trouser. She quickly sips on the tea which has now turned cold and gets down to wish the maid bye.
"Khala? " zoya calls as she steps inside the kitchen.
"Khala. Where are you?" Zoya keep asking as she scans the house.
As she is about to go shrugging off her shoulder she hears a tiny noise from somewhere upstairs. "Oh she is there?" Zoya says to herself. Climbing the quick piles of stairs she stands soon in front of the room next to her's.
"Khala!" She knocks on door waiting for the maid to answer. When even waiting for a bit long she doesn't get any answer she decides to leave the mesage for her at the door and go to office.
'Khala. I am going to client office. Will come late?okay?" She says and waits still no answer. Sighing a bit louder zoya takes a step away from the door.
"Zoya beta." Zoya's face instantly flungs up in the direction of the voice. Her btows are knots and her face takes the colour of surprise.
"You are here? Then who is the...there?' Her eyes wide in realisation and in fraction of secondd her mind starts with thr list of goons to bombers to robbers to every theif and possibilities of serial killers who could be in that room waiting for the opportunity to attack them.
She brings her hand over her mouth from stopping herself from screaming.
She then tries to calm her sense down. " i should do something." She tries to search for the weapon for attack.
She sees a flower vase and picks it up. The action is so quick that before the maid could stop her she pushes the door and barges in . she is just about to hold herself when her torso gets collide with a rock.
Zoya looks upto the rock and goes stumble with shriek. Its then the two hands that the rock has holds her and they both simultaneously fells on bed.
She blinks her eyes for a couple of time. Before realising its no rock but her boss on whom she is Laying on her stomach embarrass with the situation zoya tries to get up but find herself crushing in his arms as he is holding her in a hug.
Her eyes widens in anger and she pushes his hand away while yelling a loud and clear " mr khan?" On his face
Asad wakes up from his trance and pushes zoya aside getting up at the same time.
"Allah miya what's wrong with you mr khan." she squeals as she gets up.
"Wo main
Wo..main.." He blushes hard still under thr effect of the approximity he has experienced.
"Mr.khan?..mr khan!!!" Her eyes widens more and more in realisation of his presence.
"You...you are here!" She yells in surprise.
Asad puts one finger instantly in his ears requesting her to stop her yelling.
"Miss. Miss farooqui. Please for the sake of allah .stop screaming." He urges narrowing his eyes with the pitch of her voice.
"Mr khan" she gets a hand on her waist. " you were not coming hun? Then what made you come and disturb me?" She pouts with a sweet taunting.
"Wo actually... "He clears his throat and looks everywhere.
"Wo actually what mr khan?" She bobs her head and he feels more nervous.
"I ..i ..." He stammers but then instantly like some lightning appears behind his vision he gains confidence. "Its my company miss farooqui if you have forgot. So i am answerable to no one." He sets collar and walks past him. Leaving zoya behind with open mouth.
"Mr khan." Asad smiles inwardly when he hears zoya calling from behind and soon after that he hears her footsteps.
Trying to act stern he suddenly turns behind shocking zoya. She bumps a little away and goes off balance.
Reflexing it, asad quickly holds her in his arms and like a soft music is played in air the breeze flows blowing her hair all over his face.
Its like nature wants to hide this two beautiful person from all bad eyes.
Sharing few minutes of pure emotions through eyes finally these two young heart come to consciousness.
Zoya unhooks her hand with total embarrassment. Asad too bites his inner jaw before speaking, "our clients wanta to meet ..meet by evening. They are arranging dinner for us. We are going." He simply declares. Zoya stood there with a o mouth she wants to contradict him but the emotions she felt a seconds ago stopped her to do any thing.
She simply nods and leaves for the room.
Its 8 pm and zoya is waiting for asad to show up. They were supposed to visit clients but mr late latif khan yet is busy grooming. She thought.
"Khala please knock at asad's door and ask him how much time more he needs to get out?" She annoyedly said.
Khala nods and gets disappear towards his room. After taking several minutes finally she shows up with few lines on forehead.
She looked behind her but didn't find asad.
"Khala where is asad?" She feels a warmness of fear building in her.
"He said he is not feeling well." She answered and made a bee line to the kitchen. She took a pan and pured some vegies.
"Oh.great perfect timing for sickness." Zoya muterr beneath nose.
Zoya watches her making soup. And she makes way to see him.
She walks to his room and knocks on door. On not getting answer even after a couple of knocks zoya finally peeps inside the room.
"Asad! Oh my god."she screams and runs to him.
"Asad why are you on floor." She worriedly asks.
She helps asad to get up, "are you okay?" She helps him to get on bed.
"Mmm. " he mumbles. Zoya pulls the blanket over him and checks his temple with the back of her hand.
"Ya allah. His body is burning with fever." Zoya looked here and there and then instantly got up.
"Meeting at clients place. You go alone." He said in somewhat very slumber voice.
"Allah miya whats wrong with you asad ahmed khan?" She raised her voice in disbilief. You want me to go to meeting? Fine." She stomped her feet and walked out of door.
Asad tried to get up on elbow and peeped at door, "she left?" He asks in disappointment.
Asad is about to say some more but is interrupted with zoya barging in pushing the door aside. He instantly drops down on bed.
"I am going to make you lemon tea with herbs. Okay!" She said and he nods softly.
Zoya then gets disappear to make lemon tea. When the door is shut a small smile appears on his face.
An hour later she came back with soup that khala had prepared and lemon tea which she made by herself. Asad was in his light sleep when she came.
"Asad." She calls softly.
Asad opems his eyes and spots her sitting in his bed and he could smell the delicious soup and tea aroma in air.
"Hmm." He simply hums. Zoya helps him to sit up and lets his back rest on the dashboard on the bed.
He then gets the tray and the soup to him. Stirring it with the spoon she brings the spoon full of soup near his lips to eat.
Asad reflex his eyes from soup to the spoon and from spoon to her face. She looked so good in all caring mode.
Asad opens his mouth amd she feeds him. The act goes very silently until asad coughs in middle of gulping and the hot soup spills on his shirt he moans when it burns his skin.
"I ..i am so sorry." She panicks and keeps the tray aside. She picks up the whilte towel she got to wipe his face and daps the soup which spilled on his shirt.
She scrambles to drawers and get a ointment out. Asad could only smile at her it was not a burn to be panicked so much on. But she was acting really sweet and more of t he was liking it.
"Umh. Asad can i get your shirt off. I want to put this ointment." She says very nervously.
Asad nods chewing his inner jaw. The fever was not affecting him as much as those goody feeling that were developing in her presence.
Asad turned around with the help of zoya till his back is facing her and starts unbuttoning his shirt. But it felt difficult since his hands were not stable.
Zoya sighs and walking to face him. She removes his hand and unbutton his shirt.
After that she gets up amd goes to washroom with the shirt and towel.asad waits for few minutes with his shut eyes and then he feels a warm towel brushing against his skin.
When he slowly angles hs head he sees zoya wiping his back with the towel.
In a surprise asad turns to face her and finds a zoya who looks as innocent as child and as vulnerable as an infant.
He nods in approval and sits back resting his back against the dashboard.
She then with a very serious and focussed look on face brings the towel to his chest wiping it carefully. She sponges his body with the wet towel and asad kept admiring her.
When the work comes to end she gets a fresh pair of shirt for asad and helps him to wear it.
Later that evening doctor came and checked on asad he prescribed some medicine and left.
Zoya got the medicine for asad with a pair of milk glass with her. Zoya places the glass on table and brings her hand to check for his temperature. Its still hot' she come to n conclusion.
Zoya slightly pats his shoulder and wakes him up. Asad groggily looks at zoya and gets up in sitting position.
She gives him the water and tablet. Asad makes an bitter face but have it quietly.
"Here." She hands him the glass of milk. Asad looks away immediately.
"No. I will not drink this. Its yuck to taste." He says like a 5 year old making faces.
Zoya smiles and gets the other glass near her lips. "I know that why i got two. For your company. Now you wont feel alone with this mess." She says and encourage him to drink the milk. Very soon both drank the milk with all those bad noises and ugly faces.
After finishing it zoya got the glass back om tray and with a good night she walks out of his room.
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