This one is for my darling sue since she turned rockerz and even doing dua for my lappy..
Love u sue and my joey..🤗❤️
Mwaah..
And one thing this part will clear ur doubt about Asad and what actually happened two years ago.
Hope u will like it..
Part Four
Finally, the last officer left, as had most of the family. Little Arhaan lay snuggled in his mother's arms. Aliya had had the baby monitor with her at the time of the murder, but hadn't heard anything else that would help them figure out what had happened in the bathroom.
Asad watched as the body was loaded into the ambulance.
"Who was he?" Zoya asked.
"He didn't have any ID on him. They'll fingerprint him and see if anything comes up in IAFIS."
She shuddered and shook her head. "How awful."
He gripped her fingers and squeezed. "I'm sorry, Zoya."
She looked at him with such tenderness... He swallowed hard, praying he wasn't stirring up something that would hurt them both. Acting as her boyfriend was one thing, losing his heart to her all over again when she might never forgive him was another. He steeled himself and refocused his thoughts.
The police had released the scene and Asad had managed to get a hold of a friend with a crime-scene clean-up business. He'd promised to come right out and take care of the mess in the bathroom.
Asad's attention shifted to his ringing phone. "Hold on while I get this."
She nodded and turned to hug her mother who was still in tears over the incident. Asad hugged her. "It'll be all right, Mom."
Asad refused to let the pang in his heart distract him from the call. Detective Ayaan Khan was Asad's local contact and partner on the baby ring case.
Ayan said, "Our informant claims it's all supposed to go down tomorrow, but he's not sure when."
"Press him. I need a time."
"Just keep Adil Hasan in your sights. He'll lead you to the drop."
"Keep your phone on. As soon as I know, we'll need back up."
"Of course I will."
"Sorry. I just want this cleared up as quick as possible."
"Seeing Zoya fanning old flames?"
Asad grimaced. He should have kept his mouth shut about how he knew her. And yet he couldn't deny the truth. "Something like that."
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Zoya leaned against the wall and stared at her family. The hushed mood and everyone's somber glances toward the hall had stretched her nerves tight. Was the killer still here? Was it one of her family members? Someone she trusted? The idea made her nauseous.
She kept an eye on her cousin. If he was up to something, she was going to find out what it was. Asad's accusations scraped down her nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. She just couldn't believe he was part of a black-market ring to steal babies. Wouldn't believe it until she had proof. And hopefully, that proof would be of Adil's innocence.
But how could she get that proof?
Just then, Adil reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After a quick glance at the screen, he headed for the door. She looked up to find Asad in deep conversation with her mother.
Then she followed her cousin out the door.
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Adil headed out to the deck, so Zoya slipped down the steps, moving directly under him. He couldn't see her, but she could hear him perfectly.
Adil was saying, "...delivery is going to be later than expected." A pause. "I know, but I don't have any control over that."
Zoya frowned as he said, "I had to find a new...um...package. I...er...lost the other one."
Package? Meaning baby? She swallowed. No, of course not. He drove a delivery truck for a major shipping company. He was just talking business. Right?
Adil grunted. "I'm telling you man, I can't do it. We're going to have to postpone the delivery. I don't have a replacement yet."
Zoya's blood pumped a little faster. Replacement?
"Fine. Fine." Adil blew out a breath. "I'll figure something out. I'll make tomorrow's delivery as planned, just chill."
He hung up. Dread swirled inside her. The conversation could have been completely innocent.
Or riddled with hidden messages about a criminal plan.
Now the question plagued her. Did she share this information with Asad? Or keep it to herself until she figured out what it meant?
Zoya followed Adil back inside. Asad slipped up beside her and she inhaled his musky scent. He still used the same cologne. As always, his nearness set off butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She focused instead on the pain of his rejection and told the butterflies to settle down. They ignored her.
Asad placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her next to him. She stiffened and he leaned down to whisper, "We're supposed to be dating, remember?"
Forcing her muscles to relax, she said, "How could I forget?"
"Want to walk outside?"
"Okay."
Keeping her tucked close, he led her out onto the front porch. The heat and humidity slapped her and she sucked in a breath. "What is it you want to talk about?"
"Ayaan called. We have an ID on the dead guy."
She stared at him. "Who is he?"
"A private investigator named Akram Rizvi."
"A PI? What's a PI doing here?"
"Good question. We're working on it."
She frowned and then asked, "Is that all?"
"No, I want to talk about us."
"Us?" She snorted. "Thereisno us. Two years ago, you made sure of that when you left me standing on my front porch waiting for you to show up for a date that never happened. I didn't get a phone call, an email, a letter, nothing. Just complete silence, remember?"
Zoya felt a surge of satisfaction when Asad winced. Then shame gripped her. Taking pleasure in someone else's pain wasn't her style.
He sighed. "I'm sorry. You're right."
She waited for him to elaborate. When he didn't, she asked, "Do I at least get a reason why you never called? Why I never saw you again until two days ago when you needed my help to crash my family reunion?"
"You know I'd been with the FBI for several years before we started going out again."
"Yes."
"I was working a case. It morphed into an undercover thing and I had to go dark. I couldn't even call anyone to take care of my cat."
She paused. "Okay. You warned me that could happen. But what about later, after the case was done?"
"I tried calling your house, but the number was disconnected."
He had her there. "My roommate and I decided to just use our cell phones."
"And you must have changedthatnumber, too."
"Yes, but you could have come by."
"I did."
She blinked. "You did?"
"And you were standing on your front porch kissing some dude. I figured you'd moved on. I had another long-term undercover thing coming up, and so I decided it was best to just...let you go."
The pain behind his words touched her. But Zoya blinked. "Kissing some...oh. Aron."(sorry for this)
"Aron?"
"A doctor at the hospital." She sighed. "He came over one night to convince me to go out with him. I declined and walked him out to the porch. He kissed me thinking I wouldn't be able to resist him." She grimaced at the memory.
"But you did?"
"Yes. I was still hung up on you." And Brad was nothing like Asad. Asad's tenderness and compassion, his very commanding presence, made other men pale in comparison. She'd tried to get past that, but so far hadn't succeeded. "When you disappeared, it hurt. It occurred to me you were on a job somewhere and couldn't call, but as the weeks dragged on with no word from you, I figured you just didn't have feelings for me."
"I had feelings for you, Zoya. I still do."
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Part 4Edited by Kanwal4salman - 9 years ago
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