ASYA/Kabhi SS: Bittersweet Revenge Ch.10/Page.14 - Page 5

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Chapter Five

"I am not going to interrogate my friends Mr Khan" Zoya pressed her forehead walking out of the coffee shop. A gush of cold New York air hit her hard, she shivered loudly.

"I am not asking you to interrogate them, maybe just inquire?" Asad closed the door behind him to find her shaking waiting for him to catch up with her. This girl was all sorts of mystery, he knows her a bit but doesn't. And he only just met her last night. She was extremely adorable last night and today she was extremely testing. She was simply extreme. He removed his leather jacket and was about to place it over her.

"Don't" Zoya stopped him; her eyes went over his muscles. Eurgh, he had great arms with great skin. "I can take care of myself; it is only down the road." She enveloped her body with her arms. "No need to act like a hero, you're going to be freezing your ass off soon" She smirked. He didn't listen to a word she said and placed it over her. Her eyes grew small.

"I don't have it in me to let a lady shiver in front of me for a second." His crooked smile forced Zoya to hold back any urge to knock him out.

"I am not a l-" She stopped short looking at his expression.

"A lady?" He chuckled. Zoya stomped her foot thinking of all sorts of crazy curses for him. He was about to walk off but she called behind him.

"Mr Khan, what did I do yesterday?" Her voice sounded tamed, Asad turned around to face her.

"You were very happy Miss Farooqui, like you had no worry in the world. But you were also not in your senses. And very daring in your red dress" He smiled at her. Zoya wasn't amused.

"Did I do anything stupid?" She asked softly. Asad's eyes observed her face trying to read the emotion on her face. He was taken aback realising what she meant.

"No. You were under my care, I wouldn't have let you do anything stupid" He tried to comfort her, Zoya tried not to smile. He was so sure of himself. "It was just your singing" He motioned his head for her to start walking because he was freezing cold. He didn't want to admit it to her knowing she would have a full on insult ready for him for being an idiot.

"You aren't feeling cold, are you Mr Khan?" She stepped forward, her eyes twinkling. He was about to protest but she burst out laughing. "And I sing just fine. You'll see when I become famous" Asad's eyes widened in surprise before he too burst out laughing. Zoya froze. Damn, this guy had a sexy laugh too.

"That'll be the day" Asad retorted trying to control his laughter. She clutched onto his jacket tightly and stormed off. He paced behind her trying to keep up with her. "So what are you doing working for Mark then?"

"Because I am too good at what I do." She praised herself entering the hotel. "And, it was nice chatting to you." Her tone made him frown.

"Doesn't sound like it." He crossed his arms.

"Thanks for the coffee and the jacket" She removed it and placed it in his hand. "I'll return the favour tomorrow if you're still here." She took a deep breath and smiled at him. For the first time in her life, this was a genuine smile for a stranger. "Thank you for yesterday Mr Khan." She walked off towards the lifts. He watched clutching onto the jacket and a smile on his face. She didn't wait for his reply. She already felt like she owed him, his reply would make her feel uneasy. It was funny how well he understood her. And it was even funnier that he considered her to be a cuteness bomb when she is just a bomb that could explode anywhere or anytime. But he could handle her. That thought widened the smile on his face.

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"Mark" Zoya walked over towards Mark and Asad who had picked out a table for lunch. "Hey Zara, you having fun?" Zoya teased pushing her arm, Zara hit her hand away. "Come on, why are you torturing the poor girl Mark?" Her eyes ran over Asad who watched her, amused.

"What have I done?" Mark had no idea what she was talking about looking over at Zara who wasn't meeting his gaze.

"Conference is over Mark. Just give her a break, why are you making her eat with you. If that isn't torture, I don't know what is" Zoya reached over the table and grabbed a piece of cucumber from the salad bowl and bit into it.

"Am I torturing you Zara?" Mark questioned innocently. She shook her in a no furiously. Asad covered his face trying to suppress his laugh.

"Zara, go ahead girl. I know you wanted to shop. Go, go, go!" Zoya winked at her, Zara looked at Mark from the corner of her eyes. "Drag Hamid and Jane with you" She whispered to her. Zara got up without looking at Mark and ran off. Mark watched with his mouth wide.

"None of my employees like me." Mark sulked.

"I like you Mark." Zoya placed her hand over his shoulder and reassured him. "Anyways, came down to tell you to enjoy your lunch. Simpleton aint here yet. Going to eat with her." She smiled picking out another piece of cucumber and nibbled on it. Asad observed her quietly, disappointed not having her join them for lunch.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked her.

"Yup. I'll see you at the party tonight that I do not have a dress for. Do I have to come?" She asked quickly.

"Nice try. Not happening Zoya." Mark smiled to himself picking up the menu card.

"Worth a shot. Don't try that" She pointed making a repulsive face. "I still feel sick thinking about it. Enjoy your lunch Mr Khan." Zoya waved at them walking off.

"Is she always like this?" Asad asked Mark.

"Like what?" He looked back at Zoya's retreating figure. "Oh like that. No, she is usually crazy." He chuckled.

"Why?" Asad asked wanting to know more about this girl.

"I personally feel like she doesn't want anyone to care for her or show anyone that she cares for them. But her actions say otherwise. She isn't violent, it is all just upfront. Her twin sister seems like an angel compared to her." Mark called for the waiter. "She is damn dedicated to her work no matter what insults she throws at me." Asad chuckled understanding what he meant. "Try touching her and she will knock you down flat." Asad raised his brow. "She's a lively character. Love her or want to kill her, you just cannot do without her. I chant that phrase every time she gets in trouble."

"She has a twin sister?" Asad tried not to sound too interested flicking through the menu.

"Yeah. Oh, you haven't met her. She was giving a speech for Children Foundation. Both sisters are drop dead gorgeous. It was their birthdays yesterday" Mark looked at the waiter and gave his order.

"Oh was it?" He had no idea. He nodded to his comment regarding her being drop dead gorgeous. He too gave his order and closed the menu. "She doesn't drink, does she?"

"Who, Zoya?" Asad nodded. "No she doesn't why?"

"I had found her totally wasted last night." Asad told his friend knowing Zoya wouldn't investigate any further.

"WHAT?" Mark asked shocked, his body straightened up against the chair. Asad nodded.

"I took her to my suite and put her in the extra bedroom. She didn't have the key to her own." Mark grabbed his shoulder startling Asad.

"Thanks buddy. I don't know how I would have answered to Aileen, they are both my responsibility." Mark sighed a breath of relief knowing Asad would have taken care of her. "Humeira thought she had gone off with Hamid." He brushed his hair back.

"What?"

"Humeira is going to bite her head off when they meet up for lunch and the girl won't eat anything. And then take it out on everyone else. Oh gosh" He leaned against his hand.

"Huh?"

"Who the f**k spiked her drink?" Mark was beyond frustrated and pissed off. Asad felt exactly the same way gulping down the glass of water. Why? He didn't know.

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"You're being nice to me. Tell me, what's up?" Zoya tiptoed into the room while Humeira stared out of the window in deep thought. She had not spoken a word to her during lunch. She was fine in the morning. She didn't even tell her how everything went. Nor could she tell her about the deal with the guy from India. Her sister's favourite place.

"And you're being all happy happy and supportive because you know I'm angry at you" Humeira knew her sister so well. Her stint during the speech was for two reasons, to make it up to her and Humeira actually needed her support. "And stop tiptoeing, you're the violent one. Not me" She sighed brushing away her tears.

"I'm sorry Simpleton. I knew how hard it was for you to act normal with me when you had all of these feelings bottled up inside of you. What's up, tell me." Zoya sat on the floor below her and looked out of the window. Her casual tone made Humeira more annoyed.

"Why did you leave the party with Hamid?" Humeira questioned her sister.

"Is that why you didn't eat properly during lunch?" Zoya didn't look at her sister.

"Look at me when I scold you. And answer my question." Her voice rose. Zoya cringed moving her head away.

"Okay, Simpleton. First of all, I didn't leave with that Hamid. And secondly, I was wasted" She closed her eyes hearing her sister jump up.

"WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You drank alcohol?" Humeira shouted at her sister. Zoya placed her hands over her ears but Humeira moved them away. She reluctantly looked up at her sister who was angry and crying at the same time. Stupid twin.

"Sit down and listen to me" Zoya pulled her hand but Humeira threw it away. Zoya tried to keep her cool.

"Why do you always do this to me? You left me at the party worrying about your whereabouts. What would our parents say if they were here, they told us to stick together." Humeira ranted on and on. Zoya shot up onto her feet. Oh no, she wasn't going to discuss this with her sister.

"I was fine, I am fine and I will be fine" Zoya told her sister, in her calm but dangerous voice. Humeira froze realising she brought up their parents. "And my drink was spiked so I didn't break your sacred vow" She blinked at her sister before moving away from her and heading for the door.

"Zoya!" Humeira paced forward and grabbed her hand but Zoya hit it away and walked out of the door crashing it close behind her. Humeira fell back against the bed in defeat. She held her head, tears overflowing from her eyes.
"What do I do with her Ammi, Abbu? She can do anything for me but speak to me about you both. I don't know when she will let go of this wall she has built up around her. She doesn't cry, she doesn't like showing any emotions. How can I help her?" Humeira questioned looking upwards. Zoya couldn't breathe, she tried to control her emotions but she felt suffocated. She pushed the lift button vigorously before kicking it. She headed for the stairs and ran down them like it was second nature to her. She didn't know where she was going; she just needed to get away from her sister and her pretty perfect world where their parents were still with them. She took a step back seeing the busy lobby and headed in the direction of the hallway that lead to the party hall. She carried on pacing towards the adjacent hallway, everything seemed familiar to her but she doesn't remember ever coming this way. There was an exit door at the end of it, she ran towards it before forcefully pushing it open. Her breathing was uneven at this point, her chest constricted with an unknown pain making her wince. She headed straight for the bench and collapsed against it opening her eyes wide but not allowing any tears to form in her eyes. She was fine, no one can affect her.

"Please, fax me those documents." Asad spoke into his phone leaning against the doors finding her where he thought she might be. He was concerned finding her run across the lobby and come through this hallway. Mark was right regarding her fighting with her sister but he was wrong regarding the timing. He put his phone away and brushed his hair back taking a deep breath. He watched her sit on the bench agitated, forcing herself not to feel anything. She shot up watching him come towards her; she turned her back on him instantly. She didn't move realising he was standing behind her, his eyes fixed on her back. She found his finger pointing somewhere, she watched from the corner of her eyes.

"You were going to launch off that wall" He informed her. She turned around instantly to face him and shove him away.

"Your voice still the most annoying voice I have heard all day" Zoya gritted her teeth; Asad crossed his arms unaffected by her temper. "Why aren't you back in India yet?" She shouted frustrated and walked away. He grabbed her wrist to stop her; she turned furiously before kneeing the back of his legs forcing him to fall to his knees taking her down with him. She stared above from the ground, his hand still locked around her wrist. He was as shocked finding himself on his knees, words failed him. This girl... this girl was crazy.

"What on earth is wrong with you?" Asad finally voiced his thoughts.

"Let.go.of.my.hand" She breathed through her nose staring up at his face, her words came out one by one, threatening him.

"Or what?" His eyes grew small. He wasn't any less than her. She may ignore his authoritative presence which has scared the living daylights out of his employees and anyone who has dared to mess with him. He wasn't going to be taken down by a girl he finds cute.

"Or..." She tried to remove his grip from her wrist, twisting it and turning it.

"OR?" His eyebrow went up; a smirk replaced his perfectly shaped lips. She threw her head back onto the floor in defeat cursing his male strength.

"I really really don't like you" She closed her eyes, un-tensing her hand in his hold. "What will it take for you to leave me alone?" She didn't open her eyes knowing his piercing gaze was on her.

"Join me at the party tonight" Asad tried to keep a straight face seeing the expressions on her face change. She refused to open her eyes knowing she will burst at him.

"I don't have a dress." Zoya said stubbornly. What part of her finding him annoying did he not understand?

"One dance." Asad smiled. He isn't going to fall for that one.

"I can't dance." She tugged at her hand but his grip did not loosen. She opened her eyes slowly to find him smirking at her. You annoying sexy man.

"I'll teach you" His expression remained the same.

"What do you think this is? Do you think I am dying to learn how to dance?" She sat upright moving her hair off her face.

"Just one dance." His husky voice made Zoya feel uncomfortable.

"You are the most annoying human I have ever come across." Zoya spoke through her teeth trying to keep calm.

"So many praises in one day. I don't think I can handle it." He rolled his eyes.

"Let me go." She motioned her head towards her hand. He did before getting up and putting his hand out towards her. She ignored it and tried to get herself up but she flinched having hurt her back. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up; her body came flying and collided with his chest. She tilted her head back to face him in disbelief; her chest betrayed her heart as it reacted weirdly being within his proximity. She tried not react feeling his warm breath over her face, she moved back away from him. Her eyes went over his face, anticipating a reply from her. She stared at him blankly.

"Thank you?" He returned her a blank look.

"For what?"

"Being a gentleman?" This was girl was testing him in all sorts of ways.

"I didn't ask you to be one." She retorted crossing her arms stubbornly.

"It comes naturally... like you and your grumpy mood" He crossed his arms, tensing his muscles. She growled quietly, narrowing her eyebrows.

"Eurgh... I am going to stand with you for one minute and that's it!" She yelled in his face and strutted off mumbling all sorts of curses at him. Asad chuckled; teasing this girl was so much fun. This girl is electrifying in every way. And her pissed off was a sight he was starting to love over the last few hours.

Chapter Six

"Simpleton?" Zoya opened the door slowly to be met with a dark empty room. She took a deep breath turning the light on. Her sister had gone without her.
"Why am I fussed? This is her forte" She shrugged her shoulders but paused when her eyes fell on a black dress and a note on top of it. She made herself comfortable on the bed before picking up the note. Couldn't she have texted her? And I'm the moody one?

"Hey beautiful. I'm sorry about before. Forgive me. I just worry about you a lot" Zoya read rolling her eyes. Her sister was over dramatic and damn emotional. Makes up for her not having any emotions. "I've left you a black dress, twinsies." She cringed imagining her screaming at her. "I hope you wear it. Well, you better wear it otherwise I've asked Mark to send you a ball gown." Her eyes widened. This girl had guts. Eurgh, she is her twin after all. "I'm meeting Ayaan today after so long. I've gotten ready and left you a selfie on the i-pad. I'll be ringing you to come meet the other person that is close to my heart. You will love him. I love him so much Zoya. Keep me updated regarding your whereabouts" Zoya looked up at the ceiling.
"Mother India" She blew her face. "Just had to ruin the letter in the end." She threw the letter on the bed before grabbing the i-pad and scrolling through the pictures. She smiled seeing her sister's selfie, she looked ravishing in the black dress. Her sister always had good taste in clothes. She had no idea why she never wore jeans; she always preferred more loose clothing and dresses. And her Asian dresses, yeah her sister was a full on traditional. She picked up the black dress examining it. Everyone knew her sister shops for her for occasions. She couldn't even avoid parties using her no dress excuse. And then that Asad Ahmed Khan. She shivered thinking about him. Gosh, that man was stubborn.

"Let's end this night already" She walked into the shower.

Zoya stood in front of the mirror turning both ways trying to see if the dress was appropriate for her. Her hand went over the straight neckline covering half of her chest, it looked empty. She picked up a pair of pearl studs and put them on. She felt odd getting ready alone, Humeira always helped her in irritating ways. She always used to scold her. She missed that today. She nibbled the side of her lips, the dress was very flattering, it hugged her in all the right places but it felt like an awkward cut dress just above her angles. The texture of the dress was thick, she felt oddly good in the dress. It made her look sexy. She looked back to find a pair of black strapped heels. She rolled her eyes; she had found her the highest heels that will show her toes. Great. She walked over towards it and sat down on the bed to put them on. She was definitely going to trip and break her neck today. She just had this weird feeling. Ayaan better hold onto her sister tightly.

"Okay, Zoya. You are done. Minimal make up and a black dress. You will camouflage into the background. Good going." She was impressed with her hair. She had perfectly pinned half of it just like her sister in the picture. She burst out laughing realising she was admiring herself in the mirror. "Simpleton is turning me into her" She spoke horrified. She grabbed her purse making sure she had her keys on her this time. She doesn't want no Asad Ahmed Khan taking her to their room. She opened the door and froze at the thought. Women must really die for him to actually do that, that guy was smoking hot. His sharp suits, his sexy casual wear... his face, his expressions, his voice, his muscles, his smile. Heck, this guy was perfection. And he was a gentleman. Wow. This guy was the real deal. Women must really die for him. She shook off her thoughts suddenly, what the fudge? She was going to meet this man downstairs. This strange man with an annoying voice. No sexy hot dude.

"And he is my date?" She made a face pressing the button for the lift. "No he aint. Who the heck is this man? I don't know him. He" She rolled her eyes upwards. "Stop yourself before I knock you out" She threatened herself. The lifts opened and he wasn't there. She relaxed entering the lift. She exited the lifts and stopped dead in her tracks. He turned around and she felt her breathing get stuck. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with contrast shawl lapels with a button opening. Underneath he wore a tightly fitted waistcoat, white shirt and a black bow tie. His light stubble and his glistening brown eyes did something to her. She ran her eyes over him trying to breathe. Damn him.

Similar was his condition trying to stop his stubborn heart from beating frantically at the sight of her, his breathing hitched allowing his eyes to consume every bit of her appearance, dressed in what you a call a perfect black dress, minimal make up and her hair laying effortless over her shoulder. She was perfection. He met her eyes trying to process his thoughts but his body refused to move. She tore her gaze away; he coughed trying to regain control of himself. This girl was going to drive him insane. Not that she already wasn't. He took a step forward towards her and put his hand out. Zoya ran her eyes over his hand fighting within to either insult him or let him make her feel like a lady for once. This Cinderella story can end after that one dance. She placed her hand in his, every inch of her body felt like it was electrocuted, she stared at his face trying to figure out what he was doing to her. He smiled bringing her hand closer to him before hooking it around his arm. He led her into the party hall, she clutched onto his arm tightly. He glanced over at her.

"You look beautiful" He whispered.

"Shut up." She looked away; no she wasn't going to react to any of his words.

"Come on Miss Farooqui, where are your manners?" He smirked, maybe he saw a blush. Maybe. She held him tightly stopping him and then looked at him.

"What? Did you want me to compliment you? You look great in your tuxedo and your oaf-" She smiled widely seeing Mark come towards them. Asad followed her eyes and realised why she stopped.

"Now that didn't sound like a compliment Miss Farooqui. Do you want to tell Mark how I look today?" Asad teased.

"Hey guys. What compliment?" Mark made a face.

"Just telling your partner here, that he looks very very handsome in his tuxedo" She hit the top of his arm with her other hand, Asad watched her. "Also, I was telling him that he is a very stubborn man and that he shouldn't push his luck today." She smiled widely.

"Zoya, behave. Sorry in advance." Mark apologised to Asad who shrugged it off. "Where's Humeira?"

"Busy busy busy!" Zoya replied.

"Did you fight?" He raised his eyebrow. Eurgh, everyone was doing that to her today.

"No" She replied meekly. Asad stifled a laugh before looking at her hand over his arm that seems to be getting tighter but she was doing more damage to herself than him.

"Did you fix it?" Mark wasn't fazed.

"Yes. Well, sorta. She's normal. You didn't have to bring the ball gown, so good sign?" She faked a smile. Mark wasn't even going to argue with her, he walked off the other way telling them to have fun.

"What ball gown?" Asad asked her. She took a deep breath.

"They threaten me with ball gowns" Zoya looked up at him sadly. He couldn't tell whether she was pretending or not. But it was good to see her tamed.
"Do you want to get something to drink? I hate parties." Zoya eyed the drinks counter.

"Lime juice" Asad chuckled. Oh my. His lips. Zoya fanned herself letting go of his arm to get a drink knowing that she was either going to fight him or...
"What?" He followed behind her.

"Let's hope, no one tries to spike my drink tonight" She turned around and gulped the drink down. Asad grabbed a glass of orange juice and stood beside her watching her calm herself down.

"Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern and worry.

"I'm fine" She looked over at him but then moved her eyes off him straight away. Asad looked at her confused, she seemed like she was fighting herself over something. Her eyes went over the party hall.

"Zoya!" Zoya grabbed Asad's hand, alarmed by the sudden voice. Her head shot back. Hamid.

"What the heck is wrong with you, you idiot?" Zoya barked. Asad watched his eyes run over Zoya's appearance which made him very uncomfortable.

"Do you want to dance?" He put his hand out to her. Zoya eyed it before looking over at her hand on Asad's; he tightened his hold over hers.

"I don't think so" Zoya smiled back at him. "I don't do ballroom dancing. Thanks." She smirked at Asad before looking over at Hamid's disappointed face. "Zara looks lonely, dance with her and leave me alone please." She went back to her lime juice. "Please, don't" She warned Asad.

"What?" He asked her innocently.

"You wanted that dance. Anywhere but here." She glanced over at him. He was taken by surprise.

"I thought you don't do ballroom dancing."

"You said you were going to be a gentleman and teach me." Her eyes sparkled. Asad put his hand out to her; she took it gladly before allowing him to guide her out of there.

"Ayaan, where are you?" Humeira spoke impatiently into her phone. She held her head; she didn't feel so great all of a sudden. She should have avoided going into that party before meeting him but she wanted to show her face and leave.

"I'll be there soon sweetheart. Just wait for instructions. I have a surprise planned for you." He smiled.

"Your surprise is already a day late. Just hurry up will you." She frowned stomping her heels.

"I'm sorry. Not long left now." He kissed into the phone. Humeira sighed putting the phone back into her purse. She turned around feeling a tap on her shoulder.

"This is for you." The man in the black suit passed a note over to her. She took it with a smile, her eyes felt blurry. She opened it up and read it. Second floor, room 202.

"Ayaan?" She looked around for the man but he was nowhere in sight. She smiled excitedly, after three long years she was going to see him. Things have been so complicated from her side and his side but they were finally going to meet. She couldn't wait to be in those familiar arms and have him hold her against him. She looked above the stairs; she admired the beautiful chandelier hung just above it. She took slow steps towards it; she was so excited to see him. Her heart was racing inside of her.

She took a deep breath and opened the door to find it empty.

"Ayaan?"

Asad brought her outside of the party into the empty hallway before unhooking her hand from his arm. She looked at him nervously.

"I seriously do not know how to dance" She told him truthfully. "I can freestyle and that is about it" She laughed.

"I'll guide you" He put his hand forward, she took it instantly. He pulled her closer towards him; she placed her hand on his chest. Being so close to each other was burning them both.

"There's no music" She whispered softly. He smiled. She tried not look at him as he slowly moved side to side. Zoya followed his lead; she slowly lifted her eye lashes and gazed into his eyes. This man was doing all sorts of things to her insides. She only met him today, well last night. Asad paused and admired her as he held her in his arms, their chest touching. He brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek. Zoya was mesmerised by his touch, for the first time in her life, she liked being touched. His fingers were delicate and scratched every raw desire within her body open. Her breathing shortened as he brought his face closer to hers. Her lips parted, her eyes closed before snapping open hearing one of their phones ring. She pushed back out of his arms and almost fell back, he grabbed her arm and steadied her. She stared at him with wide eyes trying to figure out whatever just happened, Asad was feeling exactly the same way. They both stared towards her purse, Zoya's throat went dry. She brought her phone out while Asad awkwardly watched scratching the back of his head. He was feeling hot.

"Hello, Simpleton?" Zoya's voice so quiet she herself wasn't sure if she spoke. "Humeira?"

"Zoya I-" Zoya clutched onto her phone hearing no sound on the other side. She looked at it, it was dead. She faced Asad frustrated; he held his phone out to her.

"Thank you" She took it before freezing seeing the background picture on his phone, her eyes ran over every individual in the picture.

"My family." Asad told her. She looked up at him with teary eyes; she nodded before turning around trying to hold her emotions in. She furiously dialled Humeira's number and held it against her ears; she glanced back at Asad waiting patiently with a smile on his face reserved for her. She marched from one end to another trying to get through to Humeira but it just didn't go through.

"BROOO!!" Zoya and Asad looked up towards the voice to find a young male standing at the top of first floor. His face looked like he had seen a ghost; he jumped down the stairs, two, three at a time before leaping into Asad's arms.

"Ayaan?" Asad was surprised to see him at first but then that was replaced with worry. He parted from his brother before holding onto his shoulders. Zoya didn't know what was happening as the hallway started filling with people exiting the main party. Zoya's eyes darted back up towards the stairs; her hand flew over her mouth finding Humeira stood against the railings, blood dripping from her forehead and the side of her lips. She took a step forward but froze watching her hand reach out towards her, her heels slipped on the edge of the stairs before her body hit the top stair. Zoya felt someone shoot through her heart watching her body roll down the stairs, one by one before landing at her feet.

"HUMEIRAAA!!!!!!" Zoya's voice echoed into the hallway, everything came to a standstill. She fell to her knees picking up her sister's head onto her lap. She stared into her sister's eyes, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Ayaan" Humeira pointed before closing her eyes, her hand fell flat against the marble floor. Zoya looked up at the direction before looking at her face.

"Humeira?" She cried clutching onto her.

Oh god they were too sexyyy .
but what is happening to humeira..
awesome going..
loving every bit of it..
plz do pm me next time..
thank you :)

Very Good and Well written Part Mojo..

Awesome 👍🏼
Very well written ...

Oh no...Simpleton is dead...? 😭
Oh no...
Beautifully written...loved it