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Chapter Four
"Mark, please. Two minutes, coffee. That looks disgusting" Zoya made a face glancing towards the tea and coffee already provided. Cheapskates.
"Zoya, you have a meeting!" Humeira scolded but Zoya stared at her blankly, anything she says will not faze her.
"My head hurts. I need a coffee otherwise you can give the presentation" Zoya got up and placed the folder in Mark's lap.
"Please tell me why you're still working for me?" Mark remarked nodding towards someone in the crowd before turning his attention towards Zoya.
"I'm cute" She held her hand under her chin before kissing Humeira's cheek. "And because I'm her sister" She gave him the cheesiest smile. "By the way thank you for yesterday. I cannot remember anything." She waved at him before he could reply back to her. She had been sat in this boring conference for 2 hours, not a second longer.
"Hamid, sit. You are not following behind her." Humeira gave Hamid a stern look. He was not getting her into further trouble. "I think we should go now. They will be ready for us." She looked over at Mark who nodded back at her.
"She's going to be fine. I have known her for years and I still have faith in her" Mark placed his arm over Humeira to comfort her. He carried on comforting her while they walked alongside each other towards the small conference room for their next meeting.
"Hurry up!" Zoya impatiently tapped the tip of her converses waiting in the cafeteria queue. This wasn't the best time for her to come in here but she desperately needed a coffee shot or something. Why do these conference things start so early? Her head was spinning. She must have had a great birthday because she obviously does not remember anything. That's the saying right? How on earth did she get a hangover? She doesn't drink.
"But I don't drink" She chanted in deep thought.
"Ahem?" Someone coughed next to her startling her. Her head shot towards the male dressed in a dark blue suit, her eyes ran over his perfectly shaped lips smirking at her. His hands were crossed while he stared back at her as if he knew her. This man was too fine for his own good.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" She snapped. "You don't sneak up on people like that! Geez!" She breathed out holding her hand against her chest to emphasize her point.
"You're currently standing in a queue" He reminded her motioning his head. She grumbled at him. He wasn't allowed to be right.
"I know where I am stood" She said as a matter of fact before moving up the queue.
"A strong dose of coffee please, and make that a large" She passed a note over to Jim behind the till before moving aside to wait for the coffee. She pressed her forehead, she wanted to get into bed and sleep forever. She did not like this disgusting feeling. And she had an important meeting.
"Hangover?" A lady next to her questioned, Zoya looked up at her with the most annoyed look on her face. The lady moved away instantly.
"For goodness sake, I don't drink" Zoya mumbled, frustrated.
"Of course you don't" The male in the sexy suit placed her cup of coffee in her hand before walking off with his. Zoya tilted her head; his back was very attractive to look at. She was horrified at her thoughts; she shook it off before wondering who on earth he was. He seemed to know more than she knew. And that frightened her. Shit, was she in his bedroom this morning?
"Mark, shit. You better pray it was you otherwise I'm going to kill you" She prayed rushing for the lifts. She put her foot forward to stop the lifts from closing before forcing it open and entering. She pushed the button for the second floor frantically.
"You pressing it more than once isn't going to make this lift go any faster" She heard a familiar voice. Her nose scrunched up, annoyed. She straightened up and turned around to face him but his scent intoxicated her. Wow. She tried to ignore how perfect this man looked up close before stepping back.
"Your voice is the most annoying voice I have heard this morning." Zoya told him truthfully, she really wasn't a morning person and this supposed "hangover" wasn't making it any better. He raised his eyebrow; the guts of this girl.
"That's a bit harsh" He looked offended.
"Sorry" She shrugged her shoulders and turned her back on him. "I'm brutally honest in the morning" She admitted glancing over her shoulder. He smiled. Zoya rushed out of the lifts as soon it opened and headed for the meeting room. Humeira was going to kill her. She took a deep breath but before she could reach for the door, she found a male's hand twist the door handle and push it open for her. Gentleman eh. She looked up surprised to find the same guy from the lift stand in front of her with a warm smile on his face looking down at her.
"You're not late. And I'm guessing the lime water and the medication didn't help your hangover" He nodded at her before entering the room.
"I don't drink" She muttered.
"Of course not" He acknowledged her not drinking stance, but the sarcasm in his voice did something to her. She followed him inside still wondering what on earth happened the night before. It took her a few moments to realise they were both here for the same meeting. Shit. He was the guy from India.
"Where's Humeira?" Zoya questioned Hamid while Mark greeted Asad.
"She's doing the speech for Children Foundation. Last minute thing will fill you in later." Zara replied. Zoya nodded at her, maybe it was a good thing. She won't have to take in her glares while doing the presentation. She was taken aback finding Asad turn around and almost collide into her. His posture was straight and his expressions sharp as his tailored fitted suit. He had authority in his presence but he was also the type of man that could have women begging at their feet. You don't always come across these men. But when you do, they are very hard to resist.
"Hi, Asad Ahmed Khan" He put his hand forward, Zoya blinked at him.
"Wow, nice name" She moved her head surprised, her eyes wide.
"That doesn't sound like a compliment." He narrowed his eyebrows.
"It is, it is. Zoya" She took his hand making a face towards Mark who was warning her with his eyes. "Oh, Zoya Farooqui" She looked over at Asad's face and thought he was waiting for more of her name. He stifled a laugh. This girl was one of a kind. And definitely not the same girl he encountered last night. This was her, in control. And she was damn feisty. Zoya leaned her head forward while he watched her awkwardly.
"What happened yesterday?" She whispered, he gave her a surprised look not having the faintest idea what she was indicating. "Was I in your room?" She continued.
"Yes." He leaned forward and nodded. He was speaking in the same tone as her. He watched her eyes widen.
"Shall we start? And do you want to let go of Asad's hand?" Mark pointed out. Zoya moved her hand out of his firm grip.
"I was not drunk" She clarified moving towards the projector to start the presentation. Asad breathed out. She may not be the exact same person as she was last night, but she was same crazy. Both sides to her were crazy. Wow. Asad sat down in his seat and watched her fuss with the laptop and the folders tucking her hair back and brushing her thumb over those red lips thoughtfully.
"Shall we start?" Her question was directed at Mark but it was overflowing with sarcasm. She loves teasing this guy, just about makes her day. Mark threw his head back in defeat. This girl was his wife's best friend and his. Sometimes he wants to strangle her to death and sometimes hug her tightly. She brings out the extreme in everything. And currently, he wanted to strangle her. But, he promised Aileen to take her back in one piece. Mark glanced over at Asad whose eyes was fixed on Zoya.
"Whenever you're ready boss" Mark handed everything over to her. She observed his expressions taking a sip of her coffee with a smirk on her face knowing that he wanted to kill her right now.
"Right, okay... Here goes. This plot." Zoya started going all work mode. She doesn't show it, but she is damn serious about her work. She explained her way through the presentation before coming to a slide with graphs and numbers. She tucked loose strands of hair behind her ears cringing feeling the water drip down her back. She took a deep breath turning around to explain what the slide consisted of needing to break it down for everyone. Asad was uncomfortable seeing her backside; her dress was tightly fitted against her body, bringing out her figure and every other asset on her body.
"Miss Farooqui, can you just explain what the long term plan is?" Asad raised a question, Zoya turned around and nodded. His eyes went over every other male in the room. He nodded back at her as she explained everything to him, using her hands and motioning them in every direction as she spoke not realising she was doing it. He found it cute.
"Does that make sense?" She bit her lips nervously, he couldn't believe this one girl could be so feisty in one moment and then vulnerable the next. Her voice sounded so soft, her expressions full of worry. Mark smiled; this is the moment he wants to hug her tight. She was his shining star. He glanced over at Asad who nodded in affirmation.
"Thank you" Asad smiled. And then he watched that smile he so adored last night return back to her face. "I'm on board for this" He informed Mark who turned around cheering and grabbed his hand to shake it before hugging him.
"It's going to be fun working with you again after so long" Mark grabbed a bottle of champagne and cracked it open. "Juice for Asad and Zoya please Zara" He nodded towards his employee, Asad and Zoya looked up at each other trying to stop themselves from laughing.
"I don't want to drink at all" Zoya smirked refusing the drink from Zara and gulped the rest of her not so warm coffee down her. She passed the folder with the paperwork to Mark who got busy with Asad. She sighed, it's almost over. And then she can enjoy New York. Ahh shit, the party. She will enjoy New York after the party she mentally cheered. She may act like she has an empty brain with nothing in it to contribute towards anything; she was actually a very smart girl who is very good at what she does. And she was a bad ass. "Mark, I'll join you for lunch later. I'm going to pop out" Zoya whispered softly bending down to let him know she was leaving him. He nodded at her. She straightened up; her eyes went over Asad who had reserved a smile for her. She tried not to roll her eyes walking out of the room.
"Would you like to join us for lunch Asad?"
"Just like old times buddy" Asad joked.
"Go Simpleton!!!!" Zoya shouted across the room, whistling and clapping. Everyone turned around to look at her with a smile on their faces. They too clapped along with her and rooted for her sister who gave a speech for Children Foundation. Something she felt so strongly about that she didn't need a speech ready for it. Humeira pressed her eyes at her sister blushing under everyone's gazes. "You go girl! Wooop!" She continued blowing her kisses before pointing towards the door indicating that she was leaving. Humeira tapped the phone in her hand to indicate for her to stay connected as she will be here for a bit longer. Zoya rushed out of there after showing support for her sister and headed for their room. As soon as she got in, she threw the dress off her and jumped into a pair of wash blue jeans and a cream knitted jumper. She put on her sister's pair of black heeled boots and grabbed the hair dryer. She pulled the mess of a bun out and started drying it. Once she was done, she stared at her reflection that was showing her how big her bush was.
"I quite like afro" Her inner lazy bit spoke, not having the strength to straighten it out. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the room. She felt much more comfortable now and maybe less grumpy. She furiously pressed the button for the lifts while catching up on her text messages. She looked up hearing the lift ring as it opened; she took a step back finding Asad inside. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black leather jacket with a black tee shirt underneath. He still looked mighty fine but Zoya was not going to acknowledge any of that. She stepped inside the lift awkwardly and stood beside him.
"How was your birthday?" Asad asked scrolling through his phone. She looked over at him confused.
"Are you talking to me?" She pointed to her chest.
"I don't see anyone else in this lift" He remarked. Zoya raised her eyebrow shrugging off the urge to give it back to him.
"It was so great that I don't remember anything" She shrugged her shoulders like she does. She had been chanting those words all day. She didn't know how else to describe the day.
"Because you lost your control after drinking two lime juices" He teased. His voice, Zoya didn't like his tone. It indicated that he knew more about her than she did.
"Hey, how do you know I had two lime juices?" She faced him completely. He didn't budge and his expressions gave nothing away.
"Because your drink was spiked."
"Excuse me?"
"Your lime juice was spiked" He looked over at her, his eyes running over her changed attire.
"You know this because..." She trailed off for him to continue.
"I dealt with the aftermath" He looked ahead of him finding the lift open. He walked out towards the lobby.
"WHAT?" Zoya questioned shocked, not moving off her spot. He glanced over his shoulder, Zoya paced forward towards him.
"You were going to launch off a wall" He exaggerated finding her blocking his way and walking backwards trying to get an answer from him.
"WHAT?" Her face was not believing a word of it.
"You were singing badly." He controlled his expressions; she wasn't taking any of this well.
"I do not sing" He raised his eyebrow; "badly" She completed biting her lips and then hit her forehead. Why was she acting like an idiot? She was about to turn around.
"Doesn't it bother you that your drink was spiked?" He asked her. She was about to answer but she hit her back against someone and almost tripped. He caught her flying body by wrapping his arm around her waist. She blinked up at him finding her body dangling in the air, in his arms while her hands held onto his t-shirt.
"I think it may have been a prank" She replied to his question ignoring that she was in his arms. He helped her up as she brushed off any awkwardness.
"Has anyone owned up?" He fixed his shirt.
"And get themselves killed?" She sniggered. "I don't think anyone will." She walked off. He followed behind her; it was bothering him that she wasn't the least bit interested in finding out.
"You could have gotten seriously injured." He told her.
"But I wasn't." She was about to enter the cafeteria for another coffee.
"Starbucks is down the road." He informed her. She nodded and headed towards the main entrance knowing he was walking beside her. She just accepted an indirect invitation for her to join him for coffee. Damn your desperation for coffee Zoya. "You wasn't because I found you" He opened the door for her. She looked at him.
"Thank you?" She gave him a blank look.
"That's not what I meant." He took a deep breath. This girl was still as difficult as the night before.
"Okay, I'll find out. Happy?" She shivered, damn this cold weather. She forgot to grab a jacket; she wasn't exactly planning on coming out of the building, yet. She wasn't planning on doing anything she was doing right now. She felt his arm guide her into Starbucks, she was about to protest but he let go of her straight after they both entered the shop.
"Coffee?" He asked her, she shook her head in a no. She would order a coffee for herself thank you very much. He blocked her view. "Two coffees and two of those chocolate torsade things" He glanced at her taking out his wallet. Zoya rolled her eyes not impressed with him at all.
"I'll grab us a seat since you look like you don't want to take it out" She mumbled walking off. He shook his head.
"Are you really this difficult or do you like to pretend?" He joined her once he paid for their coffees.
"Are you insulting me Mr Khan?"
"No I wouldn't dare. And, I am not happy. I was just merely indicating that whoever spiked your drink did it for something a bit more serious than a prank." Asad turned his phone over, she followed his every movement.
"What do you mean?"
"Just be careful?" He advised. She shot up, Asad was stumped.
"I can take care of myself-" She snapped but then realised what she was doing with everyone's eyes on her.
"I know you can" He smiled; she didn't really like anyone telling her what do or taking care of her. She sat back down and took a deep breath.
"Having a bad morning." She ruffled her afro like hair.
"A sorry would be nice" Asad smirked. He was really testing all her buttons. But she didn't react.
"Sorry." She sighed.
Humeira moved to a quieter side of the conference hall. She picked up her phone and held it against her ears breathing a deep contented sigh.
"Humeira?" His voice calling out her name was the best feeling ever. "How is the conference going?" He asked her.
"Ayaan, so good to finally speak to you. It has been two days. How are you?" She questioned him back.
"I asked you, how you are first."
"No, you asked me how the conference was going."
"I know." He said softly. Humeira smiled.
"I'm just waiting to see you after 3 long years."
"I know, I am dying to see you too and finally have you in my arms." Ayaan sighed. "I came to see bhaijaan last night but had to rush off. My friend was in hospital. But I'm coming back tonight, will definitely see you then if not, the party. I cannot wait to see you." He spoke longingly.
"I'll be waiting. I cannot wait for you to meet Zoya."
"Are you sure you want that? You guys are twins." He grinned.
"Haha. We are meant to be identical twins but we do not look nor sound it. I have no idea what the doctors were thinking. She has an afro and I have flat hair" She joked. "I want the two people close to my heart to meet."
"I love you so much." Ayaan poured his heart into the phone.
"I love you too" Humeira clutched onto the phone tightly. Hearing his voice gave her so much peace.
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