Let's finish this. Love you all for sticking with it. XOXO
Chapter 35
Zoya stood rooted to the same spot holding a washcloth in her hand staring at her bedroom door. Humeira has been trying to get her attention but Zoya did not move an inch, her mind going over all possible situations. She was trying to think of what she could do to convince Asad if he didn't agree, should she get on her knees and beg him. There was that Plan B but how was she not going to talk to him? He would eventually work his magic on her and kiss her breathless. She sighed, in her own thoughts staring at the door. She has become very overprotective of Asim losing him for two years; he has no one else but her. She wanted his happiness more than anything. She was startled when the door clicked open and Asad came out of the room. His eyes fell on her pale face that looked like she had seen a ghost. Asim exited behind him rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced over at his best friend who was chanting prayers for him.
"I'll see you soon Zoe" Asim hugged a still Zoya who snapped out of her thoughts and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"Aren't you going to sit?" She whispered staring at Asad's face who was giving away nothing. Damn his abilities to hide his emotions.
"I am taking Zeenat aapi shopping. I'll see you later. Bye" Asim caressed her head with a reassuring smile that did not make her feel any better.
"Bye" She said reluctantly, Asim walked out through the door. She rotated her body to look over at Asad who went back into his room. Humeira motioned with her head for her to follow him inside. Zoya threw the cloth towards her before rushing behind him and closing the door. She gulped seeing him stand near the window in a straight posture, his hands locked behind him. She slowly walked over towards him trying to hold her breath as if that was going to make it any better. And before she knew, she felt his arm snake around her pulling her closer to him, his eyes still staring into the distant.
"Asim is going back to New York in 3 weeks" Asad informed her.
"Is he?" She blinked.
"I told him I'm going to consider it, to give me some time..." He continued.
"Are you?" He looked down at her, her face staring at him with her mouth open.
"Why are you behaving like an idiot?" He asked her.
"Am I?" Asad tapped the bottom of her chin to close her mouth, her forehead creased realising he called her an idiot. She was about to pound him with her fists before realising he was going to give Asim a chance.
"Will you?" She asked him again, he nodded at her with a smile on her face. Zoya reached up to kiss his neck breathing out a sigh. He clutched onto her tightly, her lips still lingering on his neck.
"Is this what you have been worried about?" He kissed the top of her head. She nodded against his chest.
"I know how much you love and care for tamater" She whispered.
"But, Asim is your friend Zoya. I trust you" Asad's hand tightened around her but she didn't feel satisfied. Should she tell him about his past? Would Asad still give him a chance then? Would Asad understand? She knew Asad inside out but she didn't know how to handle this situation. Maybe, it's best to leave the past behind them.
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"Asad, sit here and behave" Zoya scolded Asad who was acting like a stubborn child. She had to literally drag him to the hospital for a check-up, his was still feeling sluggish. It has been a week and there seems to be no sign of him feeling any better. The doctor smiled at the duo waiting for Asad to sit still and let her check him properly. But Asad has decided to protest against it.
"I am fine. There is nothing wrong with me" Asad got off the bed, for the fifth time. Zoya gave him a stern look, holding her hands on her hips breathing harshly. Asad gulped down the last bit of his manly ego in front of his lioness wife and jumped back on the bed. He didn't show it but he was whining like a child deep inside.
"Doctor??" Asad tilted his head to look over at her, she was enjoying their bickering. Zoya breathed out finally getting what she wanted and stepped back towards the chairs.
"Doctor, make sure you check him properly" Zoya pulled her tongue out towards him as he looked at her with wide warning eyes while the doctor pulled the curtains close.
Zoya took out her phone and browsed through her emails while she waited for him. She could hear him fussing faintly behind the curtains knowing that if he made any noise, she would be in there in seconds doing the check-up herself. The doctor walked out minutes later; she gave Zoya a knowing look to which she chuckled.
"Your husband Mrs Khan, he is impossible" The doctor shook her head. Asad grunted behind the curtains in his defence. He walked out fixing his shirt, Zoya helped him button his shirt before sitting down next to him.
"It was a viral fever. Just taking a bit of time getting out of your system. Make sure you finish the rest of the medication given by Dr Ghai. Just try and be a bit more active, get lots of fresh air and drink plenty. Nothing to worry about" The doctor told Zoya who nodded. Asad stared at Zoya, she avoided looking at him.
"Thanks ever so much doctor!" Zoya smiled hooking her arms with his.
"No problem. Bye, take care Mr Khan" She smiled, Asad nodded at her and walked out with his wife. Zoya remained quiet knowing he was going to tell her off for dragging him here for reason.
"Are you at peace now Mrs Khan?" He started taunting, Zoya rolled her eyes.
"You and go sign off at reception, go go" She pushed him, he raised his eyebrow.
"Oh are you not doing that anymore Doctor Khan?" He smirked. Zoya crossed her arms and looked away stubbornly. Asad shook his head walking off towards the reception to pick up his reports and sign a few things. Zoya walked over towards a board with colourful posters, she smiled looking over a baby poster talking about pregnancy and abortion. She glanced at Asad over her shoulder; he winked at her while signing some documents. She turned around and played her eyebrows at him, her smile refusing to move off her face. Her forehead creased suddenly as her eyes fell on someone in the far end of the hospital corridor. She took few steps forward, slowly and cautiously not believing her eyes. There on the far end of the corridor was a girl, dressed in a blue hospital gown, sat still on a wheelchair. Zarine. Zoya rushed forward meeting her eyes which reflected so many emotions. A man came and pushed her wheelchair away, Zoya ran towards her trying to reach her watching her wheelchair get pushed into the lifts and then close her shut.
"Zarine?" Zoya shouted breathless as the lifts closed her out. The lift went down to the basement of the hospital; she ran towards the stairs and skipped down them, two, three at a time. She pushed the large doors open with force and entered the empty carpark. There was no-one here, she searched frantically. Her fingers ran through her hair in desperation, her lips trembled nervously.
"Zarine? How could that be?" She questioned herself trying to steady her breathing. "Zarine is dead!" She held her head, "How can she be in India? On a wheelchair?" She felt faint. She shrieked feeling someone's hand on her shoulder; she hit it away moving forward before being yanked backwards. She closed her eyes feeling his breathing on her neck, her heartbeats steadied relaxing her back against his chest.
"What's wrong? Why did you run off?" He asked her softly. She closed her eyes trying to compose herself and looked back.
"Sorry, you scared me. I thought I seen someone I knew... but, maybe I was just seeing things" She shrugged her shoulders smiling up at him. He brushed his thumb over her cheek not satisfied with her answer.
"Let's go home. We have a wedding to prepare for" He placed his arm over her shoulder and supported her towards the car. Zoya looked over her shoulder; was that Zarine?
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Zoya smoothed out her suit seeing her reflection outside the building. Asad smirked at her from behind obviously ogling at her backside and her front side with every other side in general, like he does, husband duties. She turned around and raised her brow; he didn't have an ounce of shame on his face for perving on his wife in public. She awkwardly waved at the crew in the car anxiously waiting to go shopping.
"I'll see you in a bit. You guys do not do too much without me" Zoya instructed Asad, "I'll wrap this up as soon as I can and meet you there in an hour or two. Don't eat without me" She pouted.
"Good luck. Don't worry, definitely not eating or doing anything for that matter" He kissed her forehead untying her bun while he was at it. Zoya playfully hit his hand away; he shrugged his shoulders taking the hair band with him.
"I love you." She kissed him goodbye before entering the building. She clicked her heels across the reception and headed for the lifts. She waited for the lift to open looking over at her watch that Asad forced her to wear. Apparently, she had no importance for time and he was counting down every second until she was back safely glued to his side. She entered the lifts and wondered about her relationship with Asad, they were getting stronger each passing day, their love for each other soaring. She still got butterflies every time he entered a room, or gave her one of those soft looks. But she cannot describe what those intense looks he has reserved for her does to her, devouring her bit by bit from across a room making her hot without even touching her. She straightened her back, smiling like a goofball at the thought of her husband and exited the lifts into the posh restaurant. The waiter helped her to a table and let her settle.
"Coffee." Zoya smiled glancing over at her watch, the waiter nodded walking away. She had been so busy with all the wedding preparations; she was nowhere near prepared for this meeting.
"Mrs Khan?" She looked up hearing a deep voice; she got up finding a tall, handsome man dressed in jeans and a white shirt smiling down at her. "Saleem Ali" He put his hand forward, "Vice President" Zoya quickly recovered and took his hand giving it a firm shake.
"I'm sorry Mr Ahmed could not make it, family emergency. He had to head back so I've been instructed to follow the meeting. I do apologise, I assure you I'm not that bad." He held up his hands, Zoya smiled nodding towards his seat.
"I kind of feel overdressed." She sulked.
"Sorry, I'm staying in the same hotel. This is my only day off; I was hoping I would beg you not to be offended. This is still a professional meeting, I promise." He placed the folders on the table.
"It's okay" Zoya laughed, "I don't do suits either." She brushed it off with a flick of her hand.
"Hungry?"
"I'm okay with coffee, you go right ahead. I have my whole clan waiting for me." She nodded towards the waiter who placed the coffee in front of her before taking Saleem's orders.
"Clan. Lucky woman." He raked his hair.
"Very lucky" She sipped her coffee, "But something tells me you're a different kind of lucky guy." She cocked her eyebrow, Saleem grinned.
"Mr Ahmed is going to kill me. Let's get business out of the way, and then I'll be sure to indulge some details of my lucky with you." He winked, Zoya laughed. "I've got the contract papers here; I've spoken to Armaan last night." He got to business, that playful mood was gone. Zoya nodded listening intently.
"Boo" Zoya whispered into his ears, she was disappointed receiving no reaction from her caveman husband who stood still rooted to his spot. A smile stretched across Asad's handsome face seeing her in the mirror on the opposite side of the shopping mall. He saw her coming behind him but didn't want to ruin her ninja act. Total goofball.
"You took your time." He reached behind before pulling her around in front of him. She beamed up at him.
"Sorry, but I promise I was thinking of you throughout the whole meeting." She pinched her neck in a promise. He resisted the urge to pull her cheeks, chuckling, he wrapped his arm around her before leading her towards the clan. It was chaos, everyone was spread out everywhere going through dress after dress. "Oh God. What is going on here?" Zoya clapped her hands, everyone stopped still before looking over at their savour. They all burst into a rant coming towards her, before anyone could grab Zoya, she was pushed behind Asad who growled at them.
"One more step towards my wife and I will forget I am related to you lunatics." Asad warned, Zoya stifled a laugh. Everyone paused, passing each other a look. "Calm down, and then speak to her, one person at a time. You stress her out and she is being pulled from planning anything. Understood?" Grumbling, everyone nodded. Najma reached for Zoya's hand but Asad wound his arm around Zoya's waist and took her towards the shop attendant. He wasn't throwing her to the wolves knowing how badly she stresses in such situations.
"I love it when you go caveman you know that?" Zoya whispered over her shoulder, feeling his protective presence behind her, the warmth radiating off him gave her comfort.
"You, your health, and you." He breathed down her neck, "Always come first. Always. If I have to keep up this caveman act permanently, I won't think twice no matter who gets in the way." She wasn't surprised at his overprotectiveness, if their journey to their wedding day taught her anything; she would never understand what boundaries he would cross to keep her safe and well. She sighed, he kissed the spot just under her ears knowing what she was feeling. He wrapped his arms around her, she sagged into his body.
"Hey love birds. I'm getting married, this sherwani isn't going to pick itself." Ayaan shouted from across the shop. Zoya wriggled to fingers in the air to indicate she wanted a two minute break with her husband. "I'm timing you."
"I'm going to time every minute you keep her busy with this wedding..." Asad trailed off, Ayaan shook his head understanding his words.
"Sorry boss." He mock saluted him; Humeira giggled next him winking at Zoya who smirked. Her husband rocks.
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"Congratulations both of you" Zoya dabbed Asad's handkerchief under her eyes, sobbing unattractively. "I'm so happy for both of you" She hugged Humeira and then Ayaan who didn't let go. "I'm so happy." She hiccupped resting her face on his chest.
"Mona come on, don't cry." Ayaan spoke nervously. Asad hid his face behind his hand shaking his head in silent laughter. She was going to drive him crazy.
"I'm not crying. I am just happy." She sniffed blowing into the handkerchief; Asad moved her out of Ayaan's arms and embraced her. She inhaled his scent and instantly calmed down feeling his warmth. He stroked her bare back, Zoya smiled pulling away. He had that intense look reserved on his face, she blushed a bright red.
"You look beautiful." He whispered into her ears. She played with his sherwani resisting the urge to kiss him senseless. She took his hand and placed the handkerchief in his hand before swaying away. He grimaced looking at the handkerchief; Ayaan threw his head back and howled with laughter.
"This will be you soon, don't you worry." Asad warned playfully.
"I know. And I'm excited." Ayaan's eyes gleamed, Asad looked at him proud. He grabbed him into a brotherly hug and patted his back.
"If you hurt her or make her cry, I will be happy to show you how I use these fists." He fisted his hands demonstrating them in front of Ayaan.
"You're my brother." Ayaan played along laughing.
"And she's my sister." He pointed at Humeira who side hugged him. He kissed her temples. "Praying for happiness for you. Take care of this fool for me. If he messes up, I'm one call way."
"Thank you jeeju." Humeira cried.
"You don't start too, Zoya is going to start again. And then I will have to see you both bawling which will hurt my poor heart. Smile." He gave her a quick squeeze before letting her join Ayaan's side.
"Thank you for everything bhaijaan." Ayaan spoke seriously.
"I'm always here for you both." Asad nodded before he allowed his eyes to roam around the hall following his beautiful wife as she danced around effortlessly attending every guest. She was dressed in a red saree; her brown hair was left out in soft curls. Every time he looks at her, she takes his breath away. She met his gaze from the other side of the room, she mouthed three words. I love you. He loved her too, more than his need for oxygen. She exists, he exists.
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Four Months Later
She closed the zipper for her suitcase and allowed Asad to lift it off the bed before putting it near the door. She walked towards her wardrobe and took out a pair of jeans and a white blouse.
"Did they say what the family emergency was?" Asad asked buttoning his shirt.
"No, Saleem just mentioned that he had to fly out of the country due to a family emergency that was urgent when he cancelled the conference that day. He has been away for a few months, I wonder what happened. I'm actually surprised that the conference is back on after, what, four months." Zoya shrugged her shoulders changing into her jeans and then tucked her blouse into her tight ripped jeans. She walked over towards him and removed his hands off his chest.
"I still don't understand why they cancelled if it is meant to be a big event. It doesn't make sense. Saleem seems to be the man in charge when he isn't around. I'm sure he could have handled the meeting with you at least." Asad said thoughtfully. Zoya buttoned his shirt and then reached for his tie while his hands played with her waist.
"I have no idea." She replied.
"Well, I hate separating from you. It's killing me despite having months to prepare." Asad exhaled tucking her hair back before stroking her cheek.
"I'm trying not to think about it." She mumbled as if blocking it out would help her miss him less. But the physical distance was going to hurt; just having his arms wrapped around was her solace. "Have you decided about Asim?" She changed the topic grabbing his jacket and helping him get into it. Once dressed, she brushed her hands over his chest pretending to straighten it out.
"Yes." Her eyes flicked up to meet his.
"Yes?" She repeated.
"Asim is the perfect guy for Najma." Asad brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.
"What?" She resisted the urge to kiss his finger.
"Zoya." He said softly, "Don't be too surprised. Yes I can be overprotective. But Asim seems decent. And I trust your judgement and Ammi's too." Zoya closed her eyes, feeling a sudden weight lift off her shoulders.
"I love you so damn much Asad. So so much." She whispered lifting on her toes. Asad dipped his head to capture her lips, Zoya surrendered to his masterful mouth. His hands roamed down her body to help him last those days without her. Though they have kissed many times before, every kiss seemed intense as her first. He awakened lust and desire deep within her; she wanted him so much that it made her wince with need. Knowing they didn't have time for anything beyond a kiss, she draped her hands around his neck pushing him against her lips harder. He groaned into her mouth, she relished the sweet sugary vanilla clinging to his tongue from the pastry she forced him to buy for breakfast this morning. Their mouths mated with such ferocity that it stole her breath and left her shaking. He pulled back from the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers closing his eyes.
"Going to miss you so damn much." He kissed her forehead. "Come back to me sooner." He brushed his thumb over her swollen lips before peppering kisses on the side of her neck and across her shoulder. He pressed another feather light kiss on her lips before shooting off her, Zoya mourned the loss of his touch but they knew it would be difficult to let each other go if they were touching.
"You finish getting ready." He tightened his tie without looking back at her. He heard her sigh deeply.
"I would have taken you with me but you have school." She joked, his lips twitched at her childish joke. He damn well knew he would have joined her on this trip if his work wasn't driving him nuts.
"Take care of yourself." She brushed her hair, "Make sure you stay away from women." She was starting her list of everything he should do while she was way like the time when they separated before the nikkah. "Miss me lots okay?" She pouted, Asad turned around to face her.
"I can't I'll be busy with work." He shrugged.
"What?"
"Come here." He called her towards him with a wave of his hand, she ran towards him before jumping into his arms. He lifted her into the air and spun her tightening his arms around her holding her close against him. She tilted her head back and left a loud smooch on his cheek. "Let's get you into the car. You should have let me book you a flight."
"No" She shook her head with a pout, "I feel queasy these days, I know I would throw up on that plane. Not usually travel sick, but travelling by car seems like a safe bet."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" He put her down and examined her.
"I'm good love." She smiled. He nodded grabbing her suitcase while she got her handbag and followed him out of the room.
"You keep me updated. Take care of yourself." He helped her inside the car and then closed the door. He reached inside through the open window and held her chin. "Smile. I love you." He brushed his thumb over her cheek.
"I love you too." She placed her hand over his and pressed her eyes. "Take care of yourself and everyone else." She smiled. He nodded moving back and nodding towards the driver. He waved at her. Zoya waved back blowing a kiss.
"She's going to be fine." Dilshad leaned against Asad.
"I know she will be. After everything that happened during the wedding, I hate it when she is out of my sight." Asad sighed. Dilshad brushed his arm before telling him to get to work. The more he stood around, the more he was going to worry about her.
"Hey, I've just settled into my room. I feel exhausted, that was the longest car ride ever." Zoya brushed the back of her neck; she was feeling extremely tired and very flushed.
"Have you eaten anything? You need to get some rest." Asad held his phone in between his shoulder going through a folder.
"You're working aren't you?" She sounded upset.
"I wanted to keep busy." He replied putting the folder down, "But no matter how busy I kept myself, I couldn't shake off the feeling that you wouldn't be here when I got home. And that feels horrible." He laughed tiredly.
"You get some rest please, yes I have eaten. You eat too and sleep. Stop worrying, I know you so don't deny it. I'm all goo-" Her hand went over her mouth muffling the last few words,
"What's wrong?" Asad asked alarmed,
"One second!" Zoya blurted throwing the phone on the bed and sprinting towards the bathroom throwing the door open with a loud crash and fell to her knees in front of the toilet. Her head dropped and everything she had eaten just an hour ago came out of her. She grunted in pain vomiting everything out of her. Once it stopped, she threw her head back and curled into a ball trying to regain her strength. She brushed her head tiredly and slowly got up holding the sink. She stared into the mirror and splashed water onto her face before washing her mouth out. She walked back out of the room wiping her mouth with the towel in one hand and the other rubbed the nape of her neck. She picked up the phone.
"Sorry. I had to go to the bathroom." She spoke tiredly throwing the shirt onto the floor. She moved out of her jeans and got under the duvet.
"Are you okay?" Asad asked concerned. Zoya sighed.
"I am fine. I don't think the food I ate before settled well with my stomach."
"What? Zoya, you need to see a doctor now."
"Stop overreacting, I'm fine. I'm just going to take some medicine and sleep it off. I'll be fine. Just tired from all the travelling." She leaned into her pillow.
"You sound exhausted. I knew I should have come along with you." He grunted, scolding himself for letting her go alone.
"Heyyy" She said softly, "I'm good. Honestly. Stop worrying otherwise I'm going to be upset. You go eat please. I really want to talk to you but I am so tired." She yawned, "I'm going to fall asleep on you and I don't want to do that so go."
"You go fall asleep, I'm going to be on the phone until you do. Just hearing you breathe makes me feel better. I know you won't be able to sleep the minute I hang up." He told her, Zoya smiled closing her eyes.
"You know Asad-"
"Shhh" He whispered into the phone. He heard her hesitate before hearing her breathing steady as she slowly drifted off to sleep. He leaned back against his bed moving the folders out of the way not caring how much of a mess was on the bed. He turned the lamp off clutching the phone tightly against his ears. Hearing her breathing soothed his aching heart, allowing him to drift off to sleep.
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Zoya rolled over in bed tangling the bedsheet around her body; she felt her stomach burn making her uncomfortable. She groaned opening her eyes; the sunlight had peeked through the badly closed blinds. She had forgotten to close the curtains last night. She sat up before holding her hand over her mouth; she somehow untangled the bedsheet and shot towards the bathroom. She puked in the toilet holding the edge of the toilet seat for dear life. Her whole body shook releasing whatever was left after puking the night before. She was about to move away but then she wrenched towards the toilet again releasing nothing but clear liquid. She grumbled feeling weak, tears streamed from her eyes without care. She threw her head back and took deep breaths.
"I'm going to sue that restaurant." She cursed slowly getting up and got into the shower before punching it on. "Asad... Eurgh, wish you were here." She pressed her forehead against the cold tile. She stood under the shower for a really long time before stepping out and wrapping a towel around her body. She lazily strolled into the bedroom and picked up the hotel phone ordering herself some ginger tea and breakfast. She was starving like hell. She saw her phone in between her bedsheets and grabbed it to call Asad. He picked up on the second ring.
"Good morning." He greeted her in his deep husky voice. She knew that voice, that was his sexy morning voice. She grinned.
"Good morning love." Zoya spoke lovingly, but her voice came out broken.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, his deep voice rumbling into her ears.
"I'm good. How are you?" Her eyes fell on the digital clock. "Are you not going work?"
"Late meeting." He replied, she could hear the bedsheets ruffling as he twisted himself with it. He hummed into the phone.
"Great. You get those late meetings when I'm not there. Is this some conspiracy?" She laughed.
"Conspiring to stay away from you?" He snorted, "Anyways, have you had breakfast? You have a busy day."
"I just had a shower" Asad grunted, she chuckled. "I placed an order for breakfast just now. I feel sick though." She admitted, "But I'm hungry as hell."
"I've sent Halim to watch over you. He's on the same floor as you." She was about to protest, "No, not a word. Try and eat something. If you still feel sick, just speak to Salim and rest up. The conference doesn't start till tomorrow. I'm sure the meetings can be delayed slightly until after that."
"I don't want to cancel the meeting." She sulked. "I'm usually not travel sick and I eat anything and everything. I'm going to sue that restaurant." She whined. Asad burst out laughing.
"Never thought I would hear the word sue and restaurant in one sentence from you with the way you eat." He chuckled, Zoya made annoyed noises. "Okay, sorry. I won't laugh. I think you're just missing me." He teased. Zoya snorted this time which made Asad crackle with laughter.
"I haven't had the chance to miss you so whatever." She put her tongue out.
"Real cute Zoya. Put your tongue back in." Zoya heard a knock on her door.
"One second." She put her bathrobe on and opened the front door. The waiter passed her the trolley and then held a large bouquet in front of her.
"Mr Ahmed sends his compliments." He nodded at her.
"Thank you." She closed the door and pushed the trolley towards her bed. She went back to her phone and sat down on the bed.
"Asad? Breakfast is here. You get back to sleep. I will speak to you later."
"Hmmm." He mumbled into the phone tiredly. Zoya ended the call; she lifted the lid to her breakfast. Everything looked so good but once the smell of egg hit her nose, she made a face.
"Not again." She rushed back into the bathroom and puked into the sink. Nothing much came out this time. "I need to see a doctor." She spoke tiredly splashing water onto her face. She got back into her room and dialled Halim's number who picked up straight away.
"Can you get khaka to get the car ready? Need to see a doctor. And I'm warning you now; Asad may have sent you but a word of anything to him. You're going to meet Mrs Khan that breathes fire. You got me?" Halim chuckled at her threat. Guarding Zoya has always been fun. She knew Asad gave strict instructions for Halim to watch her every move and also warned him from allowing her to use any other drivers or cars. Paranoid much?
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, come here. I have breakfast. And then take me to the doctors. I think I have food poisoning." She hung up and searched for her suitcase to get changed.
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