This piece of fiction is taken from Jill mansell's 'An Offer You can't refuse.' And this explains the title of my ff.
However, I have added my own spice and taste to the story. Keeping the gist same, I have added new characters and twists and turns.
NOTE: In case the idea is already posted, I apologies, it was unintentional and there's no plagiarism.
Here's a small synopsis
**AN OFFER YOU JUST CANT REFUSE**
Life is strange. There are times when you have no other way than to hurt the one person you love the most.
Zoya farooqui had no intention of accepting the big fat check when her boyfriend Asad's snobbish mother offered her $ 10,000 to break up with him. There was no way in the hell her love was venal. And that money minded lady had to get this in her pea head. Nothing, Absolutely nothing could have separated them. And what bothered zoya the most was despite of being well aware of how much Asad loved her, his mom wanted them to part their ways. She knew Mrs khan never liked her and trust her if she says, the feelings were mutual..but this was certainly discourteous and uncouth on her part.
Then she discovered a secret that made her think again. There are moments in life when you need to make toughest decisions of your life and zoya knew it was the time to make a choice. And so, she did.
Zoya farooqui took the money, and left, swearing to never look back and to always love asad.
Now, 10 years later Zoya worked as a journalist and was living in NYC. Call it a twist of fate or just simply destiny, One fine day, a certain mr. kell, who happened to be one of the most famous directors of Hollywood came out of no where in her office and decided to launch her as a new actress.
This, managed to land her face to face with her old love.
Asad ahmed khan, was the heartthrob of Hollywood. A well established successful actor and well, her co star.
Can Zoya fan the flames and reignite his desire for her? Or will the truth of what she did keep them apart forever?
There are places where you expect to bump into your friends, colleagues, and well, people who you don't like much. But you certainly don't expect to see Hollywood directors in your office, waiting for you and the entire crowd giving you doubtful expressions.
"Zoe, director kell is looking for you." Jessie informed zoya when she, like any other day came to the office. The statement was more like a shock than excitement to her. She stood still, with her eyes open wide and brows scrunched together as her mind refused to make sense out of what Jessie just said.
"Whose waiting?"
"DIRECTOR KELL! Omg god zoe. Are you interviewing him today?" Jessie clapped excitedly as if it was the most thrilling thing.
"What's so cool about interviewing a director Jessie... wait WHAT? DIRECTOR KELL? IN MY OFFICE??
Jesus Christ why?"
"What do you mean why! Didn't you call him?"
"Jessie, your brain cells are dead! Why on earth will I call him! And you are talking as if all he has to do is to wait for my call and come to my office, just because I need to interview me! Who do you thing I m! Prince Charles?" She scoffed.
"I don't know man. He's waiting. Go and see, what has brought him here!"
...
Zoya took slow steps towards her office nervously and the entire office was all set to snoop. She closed the door of her room and saw Kell, sitting on the sofa sipping coffee.
Kell was The most merciful and compassionate incarnation when it came to direction in Hollywood. Excellence was the word that described his work and his passion for direction was undying. However zoya didn't have much liking towards him because as much as he was good in his profession, he certainly was a chameleon. As she has read, His mind swings were the most unpredictable things on earth. One moment he could be nice to someone and then the next lash out. Or he could fake a smile and pretend to be good, but once their back is turn, he could be building a massive plan behind that person's back - a plan of true evil.
But as much as she despised him, she still remembered her etiquettes.
"mmm..hello sir, I am zoya farooqui, how can I help you?" She said with an edgy smile.
"A very good morning to you too miss farooqui"
Kell returned the smile while keeping his cup on the table.
"And well, yes, you certainly can help me. I hope you know who I m right"
"yes sir of course I know you. Tell me, how I am helpful."
Mr. Kell's lips curved into a wicked smile and zoya DID NOT like it. She could smell something fishy. But damn this courtesy, she had had to smile back!
"miss zoya, you may find it funny, but you see, I have seen you on T.V many a times and I have this offer of my film for you"
And the look on her face was worth watching. Her jaw completely revolted to shut back and eyes were too adamant to blink. There was a moment of complete silence for two minutes till Mr. Kill found it too awkward. He coughed to get her over with the jolt.
"Miss farooqui are you with me?"
She finally returned from her state of shock and tried to frame a proper sentence.
"Y.yes sir. But me? I don't act sir, i can't act. M, m just a journalist. M sorry, i cant."
"Oh, you don't worry. Its my duty to make you act. And yeah, you are coming for the shoots from
tomorrow. Remember i hate late comers! And miss farooqui.."
"yes"
"Thank you for the coffee!"
With his final declaration, he left. Leaving a highly confused and baffled zoya back. Her forehead crinkled in confusion and she kept looking around ,her eyes kept darting back and forth in a speed of light. What the fcuk did just happen?'
If it was some other girl, got offered a movie by the GOD himself, she would have been dead by now. But it was zoya we were talking about! Being normal was not her cup of tea, or in this case, a cup of coffee! She was more rooted to the ground than a tree and seemed motionless for eternity. It wasn't like she hated industry, but no way in hell she was going to join it. No offence to Hollywood stars man, she had her own reasons.
Knowing she wont be able to work anymore, she decided to call off the day.
...
It was late december and it was a snowy day . Zoya came back to her home and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of warm coffee. She lived in a flat she bought with the money she had with her job. It wasn't something luxurious but it was a simple two bedroom flat with one washroom, one living room, one dining area and a small kitchen, but it was cozy, and that's what mattered most. She wasn't the most social of people like she had once been. She was quiet and kept mostly to herself. Her friend circle included just 4 people. Haidar, Jessie, Aayan , and najma. Jessie and najma were her work friends whereas Haidar and Aayan were her neighbors. They both were roomies, occupied one of the three flats of the floor. These three were best of friends and the only people who could break thorough the shell zoya had mahe over these years. They knew everything about her.
As she made her coffee, her mind did a quick rewind of the day's event, she preferred to have a tea. Zoya wondered if she ever be able to have one small cup of coffee!
She stood at her window and saw the entire city from her 13th floor. It had been 10 long years. Things had changed. She was changed. But the change certainly didn't mean she would start acting.. She chuckled at that thought. What an irony. Zoya farooqui always wanted to be the top most heroine when she was young and now when she didn't want to face camera ever, she was offered a movie. Doing a film was surely her dream, but he was fulfilling it, and she was contend with that. She was living her dreams through him. And trust her if she says it was worth.
"Asad There's this new actress on board for the new film Kell has brought. I don't know what the director is upto man. I mean come on its good to have experiments but who calls a journalist to act?" Ashar huffed and puffed as he tried to figure out what his director was on with. Asad sipped his coffee and laughed, as if he cared who was the lead actress.
...
Asad wondered for the umpteenth time why he was here in the dark room with this god damned script. This story line was not something he appreciated. Not many people knew this but the superstar Asad Ahmed Khan was not into Romantic films. He hadn't wanted to do this one either but for some apparent reason, Kell wouldn't just listen. God only knew what had gotten over him.
...
Zoya continued to stare outside her window and chuckled with the irony of life. When she decided to never let go of him , She had to leave him for the rest of her life. And when she gathered enough courage and decided to never see him again, the giant sized poster of heart throb star Asad Ahmed khan, made this impossible for her. . Every morning when she would pull the curtains, his face would appear; She would hear his voice when she would turn on the television while his movies were passing. She would see his posters across an entire wall when she would walk to the mall. Being the most eligible and handsome actor in Hollywood gave you a lot of fame.' Zoya chortled. But despite of such monstrous popularity, there were two people who absolutely despised the superstar. Haidar and Ayaan. Could she blame them?
And with fame, came the philandering ways. Every three months, Asad was accompanied by a new girl. Cosying and coochi-kooing on screen and probably offscreen. This was not her Asad and somewhere deep down she knew she had caused this change. She would lie if she said it didn't pain to see him with other girls. But did she have a choice. It was never like she didn't get a chance , the star that he is, Asad was mostly in town but she never saw him personally. . She didn't have the courage to face him.
The phone's ring brought her back to the world.
"Miss Farooqui, Kell here."
"yes mr. Kell."
"I just called to remind you that tomorrow 9:00 in the morning, you ned to report to the star studios"
"Mr. Kell. Actually I was about to call you. M sorry sir but films are not what m looking for."
"Well, in that case zoya. You will be surprised to know that I was offering you 10 thousand dollar which is quite an amount right? And.. does the amount strike rings on your head?" Zoya did not like this man. He was scratching old wounds. Wait a sec. How exactly did he know about her past?
"Miss farooqui. Are you with me?"
"yes"
"Zoya farooqui, remember. I don't just know about your 10 thousand dollar fiasco, I also know the reason behind hon. I hope your mother is doing fine now.. And m sorry,m bad at keeping secrets. So miss farooqui. Tomorrow morning, at the shoot. And oh yes. I must say. You are quite lucky to have your debut with Asad Ahmed Khan." And with that, kell smirked and hung the call. Boy. Was she mad at him. Did she have an alternative? Guess what. No.
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Sorry folks for being that brutal towards you all and being such horrible writer that i am. But i am badly busy with my engineering. I m trying to cope up.
Anyways. This is a new story Which i started kafi pehele. And for some reasons the topic got locked. M re posting it with continuation to where i left. Please do readi it and leave your views.
INDEX
Chapter 1 : Page 1
Chapter 2 : Page 2
Itti Si Khushi Sab TV
Anupamaa
Love Friendship Dating and Relationships
Hindi TV Shows
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