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Oh it's around 2 in the afternoon. I'll try to update by 7 😊


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Chapter Eight

What a day. Zoya paced the confines of her RV, desperate for some kind of distraction, finding none. Her mind returned to Asad again and again, tormenting her.

He'd left the office that morning and had stayed gone for over three hours. Judging by the way his arm had easily slipped around Maya's waist on the way out the door, Zoya could guess what the two had done once they reached the hotel.

Not that Zoya cared what Asad did. Jerk!

After she'd typed up her notes about what had been said during the meeting"blah blah firewall and blah blah HTML blah blah"she'd spent the remainder of her time writing letters to Rehaan, per the seduction book's instructions. And, okay, yes, she'd also brooded, growing angrier by the second. How dare Asad abandon her on her first day at work!

At least he'd returned with food. Cartons of Chinese food, from the only "Chinese restaurant" in town. And though Zoya had searched for wrinkles in Asad's clothes and lipstick stains on his skin"a good employee made her sure boss always looked presentable"she hadn't found either, and some of her tension had drained. But only some, and only for a few seconds.

"Do you have to be such a flirt?" she'd burst out, immediately wishing she'd kept her mouth closed. It was just, right before he'd left, he'd looked at her as if he wanted to be with her. But he'd still walked off with Maya clinging to his arm.

"I didn't flirt with Maya. I businessed her. And yes, I just used businessed as a verb. I'm brilliant like that." He'd flattened his hands on the desk and leaned toward Zoya, aggressive and almost angry, as if she had done something wrong. "Do you need another example of what is flirting?"

Indignation had struck. "Keep your example to yourself. I know where it's been."

He'd glowered at her. "Careful, sweetheart. You sound jealous."

"Your mother is jealous," she'd snapped. Like a child. But he'd called her sweetheart. What happened to her special nicknames?

Eyes narrowing, he'd flicked his tongue. "You're seriously going with a mother joke right now? You need to get laid, Zoya."

She'd gasped at his crudeness.

"But here's the good news," he'd added. "I'm willing to help you out."

It was the first full-on let's-have-sex advance he'd ever made toward her, and she'd sputtered in response, "Get over yourself! Nothing is ever happening between us. Besides, I told you. I want a relationship."

"A relationship?" Asad had scoffed. "You mean extended pain and suffering?"

"Because pain and suffering is all I bring to the table?" She'd thrown her notes on his desk, gathered her letters and lunch and stomped out of the office. And okay, yes, she'd abandoned ship at midpoint her first day on the job. Not exactly appropriate employee behavior. She sucked as bad as Asad.

The whole way home, she'd wondered why she'd been so upset with him. He'd done nothing wrong. Not really. He was her boss. Her friend. The only friend she had. They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, and she had no right to castigate him for his life choices, no matter how bad they were.

Her fingers twitched, and suddenly she ached to pick up a brush, to pour her emotions into her art. In the past, no matter her chaotic state of mind, the task of creating something from nothing had soothed her. But she had no supplies. Only pen and paper. The papers on which she'd written her letters to Rehaan. Whatever. They would do.

She sat at the kitchenette, flipped a page to its blank side, and grabbed a pen. As she allowed her imagination to guide her, she wasn't sure what she was drawing...until she recognized the square curve of Asad's jaw.

Made sense, she supposed. He was a beautiful subject and in the past few days"despite her better judgment"he'd taken over her thoughts and utterly consumed her desires.

When she finished, she surveyed her handiwork with a critical eye. Not to pat herself on the back, but yeah, she was totally going to pat herself on the back. She'd nailed every detail. From the fall of his hair, to the arch of his brow, to the fiery, determined expression he revealed whenever his affability was stripped away.

A knock sounded at her door, startling her. She jolted upright, thrusting the picture behind her back.

"Zoya?" Priya called. "You in there?"

Not Asad, she realized, releasing a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. I'm not disappointed.

"Just a minute." She stuffed the picture in a cabinet and hurried to the door, opening it to sunlight"and not just Priya, but Khushi and Disha one of Samar's friend were also standing beside her. All three women held multiple bags of...clothing?

"Jeans skirt and a T-shirt might do if you were working in a department store"but it definitely isn't good for the ARS office." Khushi pushed her way inside, forcing Zoya to back up or be mowed down. "It's time for a makeover, Khushi style."

How dare she!

Whoa. Calm down. Why was she so defensive? Khushi was right. Her clothes were not office-appropriate. Wait. Backtracking. They'd come to help her?

Zoya flattened a hand over her heart, touched in a way she wasn't sure she could articulate.
The others followed Khushi in.

"Asad told us not to go inside," Priya said to her sister. "We suppose to just hand over the clothes and leave."

"Asad is not my boss." She focused on Zoya with laser-sharp intensity. "Khushi style means by force if necessary, so do yourself a favor and get to moving."

Priya hit her sister on the arm. "Rude!"

"What! She's making us wait like we have nothing else to do."

The disdain Zoya heard caused her spine to stiffen. The trio might be here to help her, but they weren't here willingly. "If you're going to insult me," she said, a little of her old spirit returning, "you can leave."

"We're not here to cause trouble, I promise." Disha, a softy with kind eyes and a welcoming demeanor, smiled at her. "I don't think we've been introduced...I'm Disha."

"I do know you...nice to meet you. And, uh, was Asad the one who picked the clothing you brought?"

"Yes, and he was adamant about it, too," Disha added. "But he had to run, and I'm glad. Now we got a chance to meet and chat."

"Really?" she asked, surprised. "Me?" In a "see the bully up close" kind of way, or in a "let's become friends" way?

Disha's head tilted to the side, her brow furrowing with confusion. "Why not you?"

Zoya struggled to form a proper response. Shall I count the ways? "For starters, I've been likened to the devil."

"It's true," Khushi said. "I know because I have likened her to the devil."

"How'd you meet Asad?" Disha asked Zoya, ignoring Khushi.

Khushi hiked a thumb in Zoya's direction. "She's been camping in the woods by the house. Which isn't as amazing as it sounds. Even I could survive in the wild...with credit cards, a bag of feminine products and a bottle of painkillers."

Priya rolled her eyes. "Yes. You're a true survivalist. Now that introductions are over, let's get down to business. How about you start trying on these clothes?"

An excuse to lock herself in the bedroom, take a moment to collect her thoughts and get her emotions under control? Yes! She snatched up the bags, along with the letters she'd left on the counter, glanced nervously at the unlocked cabinet holding her picture of Asad and retreated. Curious, she dumped the contents on her bed. Dress suits, summer dresses, purses, jewelry and shoes. Everything in her size.

Her hands trembled as she stroked soft cashmere, softer silk and the prettiest patterns she'd ever seen. Most of the items were different shades of blue"to highlight her eyes?"though several boasted ribbons of pink.

Why would Asad do this for her? Especially after the way she'd acted today?

"We want to see," Priya called.

Zoya stripped, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and cringing. It was like looking at Frankenstein's sister. Her numerous scars were pink, jagged and unavoidable, each forming a square with grafted skin inside. The damage stretched from her collarbone to her waist, and to say it was ugly would be kind. Her soul mate, whoever he was, would have to fall for her personality first and learn to live with the rest of her.

Trembling now, she donned the prettiest of the summer dresses; it had spaghetti straps, a plunging neckline and pleats falling from a cinched waist. In front, the skirt hit just above her knees, but in back, the long, sheer train flowed to her ankles. Never had she felt so feminine, not even back in her heyday, and yet there was no way she'd ever wear the dress in public. Too many of her scars showed. She picked another dress to show which covered all her scars.

"* * *
That night, Asad sat in his new chair"a plush black leather beast he'd had delivered and placed by the window in his bedroom. He peered outside. The moon was high and round, but also eerie as clouds swept past, obscuring the stars, offering no light to illuminate the RV parked in the front yard.

What did Zoya think of the clothing he'd purchased for her? What did she favor? What did she have on right this very second?

He would not be finding out.

I want a relationship, she'd shouted at him earlier today.

He squeezed the arms of the chair. She wanted the one thing he couldn't give her. And with the dreaded R word now in play, his desire for her should have cooled at last. Commit to one person? Trust one person to stick with him through even the worst of times? Hell, no. Never. But his desire hadn't cooled. It clawed at his insides even more diligently, desperate to be let off its leash.

He should have made a play for Maya. She might be too nice, and his tastes might run toward spicy, but she was a woman and they could have had fun. He could have experienced a moment of pleasure without drama or worry. Instead, he'd politely said bye and left her at her hotel door.

His body, the traitor, wasn't interested in a substitute for Zoya. Which made no damn sense!
Part of him hated that witch for doing this to him, for making him feel twisted up and wrung out. Turmoil sucked ass. He'd had enough of it in his childhood.

And damn it! He should have cut Zoya out of his life the first time he'd experienced a glitch of unease. He should have done everything in his power to return to the way things used to be. The way he needed them to be. His life had been fine without her. Easy and uncomplicated, just the way he liked.

But he hadn't cut her out, and he now had a new reality. One where his every mood revolved around a woman he craved more than water to drink. It scared the hell out of him. It unnerved and panicked him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could go on like this.

With a grunt, he kicked the wall in front of him, leaving a crack behind. Zoya had changed more than his desires. She'd changed his oldest rule: don't do anything to draw the attention of law enforcement. While she'd tried on her new clothes, he'd finally paid a visit to Akram, and the conversation had nearly ended in assault and battery.

"Stay away from Zoya Faaruqui," Asad had said the moment the guy opened his front door. They were roughly the same height, though Asad had him by at least fifty pounds of muscle"and Akram knew it. "You don't, and I'll make you regret it."

Akram had sneered at him. "You chasing after her now, city boy?"

"She works for me, and I protect what's mine. I saw the way you pushed her, and if it happens again, you won't be walking away. You may not even be crawling."

Akram had narrowed his eyes. "You don't know her much. Do you? I'm no woman beater, but if ever there was one in need of a good beating, it's that one. She only wants the guys she can't have. But you think you're different because you want her so bad, and I get it. Just like I get that you're not really here to warn me about my behavior. You just want an open playing field."

"What I want doesn't matter right now. Only what you do in the future."

"Man to man, I'll give you an advise. She's poison, and she'll ruin your life."

"Man to man-child, your bitterness is showing. You need to get over the past, and you need to do it fast." The past only served as an anchor, dragging you down, down, and only when it was too late did you realize you were drowning. Wasn't that what Samar had tried to tell him every time he'd urged Asad to move on? To let go of his guilt and shame and grab on to hope...to the future. "What she did to you, she did a long time ago. She's not the same person."

Akram had laughed. "You're a goner, there's no question about that. When you get the famous 'Faaruqui Pass', don't say I didn't warn you."

He'd shut the door in Asad's face.

He'd nearly ripped that thing from its hinges to get to the guy. Zoya deserved a beating? He wanted to strangle him for even thinking like that. But as much as Asad protected what was his, she wasn't his"not really"so he'd walked away.

He downed the rest of his beer in a single gulp, his mind jumping to another incident. A few weeks ago, Samar had had too much to drink and prattled on and on about the difference between sex and making love. How making love was an expression of deep and abiding affection, that it meant something, that it was an act of importance with an extreme emotional payoff.
Leaves you vulnerable in the best way, Samar had added. You adore the woman you're with. She's your partner, that one special person, and she adores you right back.

If that one special person had the power to drive you insane, then Zoya was certainly Asad's. But for every healthy relationship like Samar mentioned, there were a thousand terrible examples. Could someone like Asad really be one of the few lucky ones?

Was it worth trying, just for the chance to be as happy as Samar?

"A hard knock at his door. "Asad," Rehaan called. "You got a moment?"

For his friends? "Always." He switched on the lamp next to him and set the empty bottle aside. "What's up?"

Rehaan entered, wearing his new favorite attire. A pair of sweatpants. He'd been working out again. Trying to keep his mind off a certain girl? He eased onto the edge of the bed, saying, "I've been thinking about your girl."

"She's not my girl." But the words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Did he want her to be?

"Stop lying to yourself. You would give up anything to have her and you know it," Rehaan said.

"You're right. I would." Staying away from her hadn't done him a bit of good. Maybe it was time to give in and go to her.

"Well, that's a start."

He noticed the wrinkled-up piece of paper in his friend's hand. "What's that?"

Tension radiated from Rehaan as he said, "Before I show you, you need to know I haven't encouraged her."

Asad went still. No. Damn it. No! If Rehaan claimed to have interest in Zoya...

I won't be able to walk away.

"Khushi went snooping through her things and gave this to her sister, who gave it to Samar, who gave it to me." Rehaan held out the paper. "Now I'm giving it to you."

Asad snatched it up and fell back into his chair. He unfolded it and found a sketching of his face. A very lifelike rendering.

Zoya had drawn this, no doubt about it. And the expression she'd chosen to render? The one he'd thrown at her while they were in his office.

Satisfaction filled him, and he grinned.

Then Rehaan said, "Turn it over."
He obeyed and discovered a letter. As he read, he lost his grin, a low growl rising from his chest.

A/N:The underline words are meant to be crossed out by Zoya😊

My dearest Rehaan. Meeting you has the potential to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me. You seem to be a man of unparalleled sexiness character,And I'd love the chance to get to know you better. How about dinner a movie coffee? Yours Talk soon, Zoya

Rage unlike anything he'd ever known consumed him. She desired Rehaan.

"I'll meet with her, but only to tell her I'm not interested," Rehaan assured him.

Can't force the one you want to want you back. Can't convince a woman determined to leave you to stick around. The reminders grounded him, even as they reopened wounds that had only just begun to heal.

"Wouldn't matter to me if you were interested," he managed to grit out. "You deserve to be happy."

"I won't be. Not with her."

He said that now. But if Zoya came after him with all she had, Rehaan would eventually give in. She wasn't the kind of woman a man could resist for long.

Asad almost kicked the wall again.

Rehaan stood, patted him on the shoulder. "I love you, man, and I would never do anything to upset you."

"I love you, too. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Unconvinced, his friend said, "Nothing is more important to me than your happiness. You stood by me when I was nothing. You supported me every time I failed and cheered me on when I finally found the strength. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

Asad stared into his friend's concerned gaze a minute longer, certain the guy had romanticized their past. Help? Him? No. Then he cut the tension with an insolent shrug. "Right now I'm going to need you to get lost. If you think a certain girl can tie me then you're wrong. Don't you know I like being with different women every night."

Rehaan lingered as if he had more to say, sighed, then finally left, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Edited by iluvasya - 9 years ago
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As Akram said Asad is gone so far gone their is no turning back
He can't be with any other woman as all he see is zoya
Maybe he believes he is betraying her but the desire for anyone else is not there
Aww Rehan will help but Asad don't need help he can't be tie down he needs a new woman every night
Tht is y he doesn't have any in the pass few days since his encounter with zoya
So the fought he was 3 hrs late she checked his clothes 😆
But he brought her lunch
Aww she wants the R word And he don't do tht
So finally he shops for her everything
So the girls come trying to be friendly
Khushi snoops find the the drawing and letter
Oh boy Asad was happy seeing the pic but reading the letter not so
So zoya desire Rehan
No Asad zoya desire u but she thinks u can't give her what she wants
Which is long term but she needs to stop and look around
Who has been giving her food clothing shelter
All tht is left now is the love
And it is there if she just open her arms and welcome Asad
And it will not be for one night it will be forever
Waiting
Edited by anopama - 9 years ago
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Hi pia
I wanna say sorry to you that till now m not been able to read I r comments on this one.
But this holidays are keeping me damn busy at work n homd.
Planning to read all in one go in my next day off...
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Posted: 9 years ago
Lovely chap
Zoya was so jealous
She made a sketch of him wow
Letter to rehan poor asad
Continue so
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Posted: 9 years ago
Nice part
So zoya is trying to flirt with rehan..
N zoya was jealous when asad went with maya
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Superb update
she cant divert her mind 4m asad at all
wondering wat happened in her past
nd ofcourse story about her scars
oh no asad read dat letter which she had written 4 rehaan...
Dont no wat happens now
i just hope asad doesnt leave her now or starts avoiding her
u hav stopped it at high point yaar
cont soon
thanq
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Originally posted by: nilorina

Update soon plz
Ur story is amazing
I can't wait to read what will happen next



Thank you
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