AsYa SS: |Busted| (Epilogue, Page 54, Complete) - Page 6

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You guys are so amazing with your encouraging comments! Thanks for all the support. I am so glad you guys like it. Here's Part 3, lemme know what you think! :) It encompasses a bit of the last chapter but in Zoya's POV.

Zoya's POV

"Tanveer, I was thinking ki tumhe apni factory phir se banani chahiye. I hate to see you not being able to do what you love." Mr. Khan said, I looked up at him to see he was tensed, he was seeing what she would say to him. I waited and hoped that she would tell the truth, it would hurt him if she lied. She is his best friend after all.

"Jammy, tum toh jante hi ho ki woh factory mere liye kitne important thi, but jabse meri zindagi ki mehnant jal kar raak ho gayi hai mujhe lagta hai ki shayad yeh ache ke liye hi hua. Shayad mujhe kuch aur hi karna chahiye." said Tanveer, this caused Mr. Khan to look up at the ceiling and close his eyes. Stupid Tanveer, why would she lie to the man that helped her when she needed him, the one who trusted her. I could read the emotion of betrayal on Mr. Khan's face. I reached out to grab his hand and give it a squeeze under the table. Of course, as soon as I touched him tingles shot up my arm. I let his hand go like it was on fire and pulled mine back to my lap.

"Par beta, tum karogi kya? Waise tumhare paas insurance thi?" Phuphi asked her.

"Pata nahi Khala, ji insurance toh thi, lekin company keh rahi hai ki woh isse cover nahi kar sakte kyunki mere contract bas chori or accidents ko cover karta hai." She said looking sad.

Wow, lie to the woman who treats you as a part of the family too.

"Hey Tanveer, maybe I could look at the contract for you and find a loophole. I did major in law after all." I said hoping to catch her off guard.

"Bha-I mean Zoya, I thought you majored in Computer Science?" Najma corrected herself in time, but for some reason I didn't mind being called bhabhi.

"Oh I did. I have a double major in computer science and law, but I chose to do Computer Science for my masters." I explained. Mr. Khan looked impressed, yeah that's right, I don't just sit around and do nothing all day Mr. Khan.

"Anyways, Tanveer hand over that contract to me when you have time, I'll be able to find a loophole easily as a fire is perfect grounds for accidental insurance, they'll probably reimburse you totally." What kind of company doesn't cover fire as an accident. You need to have better lies there Tanveer.

"Ji..woh, mere paas ab toh contract nahi hai." Tanveer stuttured.

"No problem, just call your insurance company and they'll mail one over."

"Zoya! This pizza is so delicious, you should make it more often." Najma said.

"Thank you Tamatar! And it's healthy too! So win win for you and for Mr. Khan." He liked it, I could tell!

"It really is delicious Zo-Miss Farouqi." Damn it, are we back to Miss Farouqi again, I kind of like it when he calls me Zoya. "Excuse me." he said getting up and retreating to his room.

Okay then. I got up and started cleaning the table, with Najma and Phuphi helping me, Tanveer decided to retreat to her room, probably thinking up more lies.

"Phuphi, aap rehne dijiye, doctor nai kaha hai na ki aap ko rest karni chahiye." I said pushing her towards the living room. "Go sit, and do something fun."

"Par Zoya." She started.

"Phuphi, don't make me call Mr. Khan." I teased.

"You know what, I am going to go choose wedding cards!" She said excitedly and hurried off.

I don't know what to do about that, she is so excited about the wedding. Especially, since the engagement yesterday. But do I want to marry Mr. Khan? A part of me was elated but another part hesitant. I looked at the ring he put back on my finger yesterday and immediately thought of him in that black tux. He looked good enough to eat. Why was he so good-looking? And his eyes, Allah Miaa, his eyes told me that he loved me, a lot, like his actions. But his words contradicted him.

That plagued my mind, how could I marry someone who wasn't even sure of what he feels for me? Actually, how could I marry someone when I am not sure what I feel for him? We have yet to have a full out conversation without ending up fighting, except today. When he saw my scars.

I read him wrong, the look that I had assumed to be pity was actually a look of pain. Like he was hurting more than I was. And then he took care of my cut, and treated it like it was the most fragile thing in the world, it brought tears to my eyes. I'd always hated my scars, but for the first time I didn't mind them as much. One simple conversation with him changed my outlook and made me feel a bit more confortable about them.

I sighed and made my way to the garden, I need some fresh air to think about this. The garden of course brought back a whole bunch of other memories, this was sort of our place now. I've lost count of how many times we've sat here and talked, even though those talks usually ended in arguments they are the special parts of our relationship. Somehow he always knows when something is wrong, and he comes out here with a cup of coffee and his ears. He listens, actually listens, he is not the type of person who pretends to be interested, he actually cares. Yet another one of his actions that show his love, if only he could say it.

I was brought out of my thoughts when a blue mug appeared in front of my eyes. I followed the arm to see Mr. Khan standing there and smiling at me.

"Coffee, just the way you like. With milk and sugar, totally unhealthy." He smiled passing me the cup and sitting down next to me.

"Thank you." I said taking a sip.

"Why are you sitting out here on such a cold night, all alone?" He questioned.

"Well, I thought if someone is out to kill me I would just sit here and wait then unleash my ninja skills." I laughed but he did not.

"Don't joke about that Zoya." He said annoyed.

"C'mon Mr. Khan. That was funny."

"Your death is not funny." He said looking at me intensely, his eyes were watery. My mind immediately flashed back to when he had a similar look on his face, after the whole fiasco in Mangalpur. I didn't know what to say for once, so I stayed quiet. Can you believe it? Me, Zoya Farouqi being at a loss for words? But I was, so I just squeezed his hand.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You left pretty abruptly."

He sighed. "I don't know how to deal with this. I knew she was lying to me, and so easily too. It makes me question if anything she has ever said is true. I put a lot of trust in her and it's just sad to see that I trusted the wrong person."

"See? Mr. Khan, you really aren't a good judge of character." I said teasingly hoping he'd go back to his akdu self.

But he did not. He didn't say anything.

"Hey." I said putting my left hand on top of his, he looked down to where our hands were joined, he was staring at the newest addition to my left hand. "Sometimes, we get hurt by people we love the most, and its hard but you have to give them a chance to explain themselves, they always have a reason for what they are doing."

He seemed pensive and remained quiet until he finally said, "I am so sorry Zoya." He whispered.

"What for?" I asked, shocked.

"I have always judged you and didn't give you the chance to explain yourself. Whatever you did, no matter how childish and irresponsible, was for my happiness or the family's. So I am sorry, and thank you. For everything. Especially for playing along with Ammi's wish of a wedding. I don't know how we are going to get out of it but we will."

And there he goes again, he turned a moment so beautiful into one that wasn't. It's still a drama for him, even after yesterday's engagement. I thought, and hoped, that it was as real to him as it was to me. The way he looked at me, and the way his eyes were tearing up made me think it was. But, I guess not.

"Allah Miaaa, what's wrong with you Mr. Khan? Aap itne emotionally challenged kyun hai?" I asked.

"What did I do now?" he asked surprised.

"Nothing." I replied angrily taking a sip of the coffee. "I am going to go to sleep now, we can check the recordings from the cameras I put up tomorrow." I got up and left leaving behind a confused Mr. Khan.

"Confused Aadmi." I muttered as I walked towards the door. And I swear I heard him murmur "Complicated ladki" from behind me.

The Next Morning

Knock, Knock. "Mr. Khan! I am coming in, you better not be shirtless again." I yelled opening the door, I wished he was shirtless but he was not. Sadly. He was sitting by the window with his laptop. Wow, what a workaholic, its barely 7am and he's hard at work.

"Aap itna chilati kyun hai?" He winced. I just gave him a look that said shut up.

"We have to watch the footage!" I exclaimed sitting next to him and grabbing his laptop.

"I was using that..." He said pinching his nose, he is annoyed again.

"And now we're using it." I said stressing the WE, because I liked thinking of us as a unit.

I accessed the feed using his laptop and pressed play. The wonderful thing about this was that there were four windows on the screen simultaneously showing what each camera had recorded saving me a lot of time. I am a genius.

The first thing that the camera two showed was me falling, followed by Mr. Khan and I on the couch. That brought back to many memories, so I pressed forward and all the footage started speeding by. I pressed stop when I saw camera two showed Tanveer entering the house. She just stood there and looked towards the kitchen.

"What is she looking at?" Mr. Khan asked.

"Us..." I said pointing to Camera 1, which was located in the kitchen and showed Mr. Khan and I working on dinner. I blushed and shifted my attention back to Tanveer who was looking more and more angry by the moment, twisting the end of her chuni in her hand.

"She looks so mad." I observed as she stomped off towards her room and slammed the door.

"Well, that was odd." Mr. Khan said. Well, Mr. Khan, you are a doofus, she was clearly jealous that you were helping me in the kitchen. I smiled giddily, and here I was jealous of her, she likes my man ' I mean Mr. Khan. Too bad she can't have him, actually it's not too bad. Serves her right, Jammy this, Jammy that. She is so annoying when she calls him Jammy, it's such a nasal sound.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked confused.

"No reason." I said. "Kyun, ab mein smile bhi nahi kar sakti? Sab aapki tara hamesha gussa nahi rehte Mr. Khan, people smile and laugh."

"Ms. Farouqi, can we just watch?" He said pointing to the screen. I started forwarding the videos again, through dinner, through me returning to my room followed by Mr. Khan to his, and through the early hours of the night.

"Ms. Farouqui, can you forward faster?" Mr. Khan asked sounding panicked.

"Why? If I do we'll miss something." I said confused.

"That's the point." he muttered underneath his breath.

"What's wrong with y-?" I started to say but was stopped by the sight of Mr. Khan leaving his room in the video and walking towards mine. He slowly opened my door, and looked inside my room. He stood at the door for a few seconds and then went back to his room. I paused the video.

"Allah Miaaa, Mr. Khan! Are you stalking me? Why did you come to my room in the middle of the night? What's wrong with you?" I screamed.

"Miss-" He started but I interrupted again.

"I live with a stalker, oh my god, I am engaged to a stalker. Aap ko sharam nahi aati-"

"ZOYA!" He screamed putting his hand over my mouth. Well, this is new. I had the sudden urge to kiss his hand but held back and just stared at him with, what I am sure was, the deer caught in the headlights look as we stared at each other. Mr. Khan broke it off first.

"I heard a noise, so I just wanted to make sure that you were okay." He said quietly. "I am definitely not stalking you, you are the one that follows me around everywhere. Now when I take my hand off your mouth, please stop shouting. And just watch the video. Okay?" He asked.

I nodded as he let go and decided not to say anything. Why? Because I did not know what to say, thanks for worrying about me Mr. Khan? or What is wrong with you Mr. Khan?. I pressed play and hit forward as well. The house was pretty quiet at night.

"Someone is in the hallway." Mr. Khan said pointing to camera three. In the darkness of the hallway it was hard to tell who it was. But the person approached the kitchen, and when the moonlight hit their face both Mr. Khan and I said "Tamatar?" Tamatar looked around and approached the fridge quietly, she opened the freezer and took out a box. She sat at the table with a spoon and started eating.

"She is cheating on her diet, she is eating ice cream!" I laughed.

"This girl, she has no sense of control." Mr. Khan said shaking his head.

"But she's so cute Mr. Khan, just look at her." I cooed while Mr. Khan laughed. After a few minutes Tamatar got up and left. We started forwarding the videos again, after a few minutes another figure appeared in the living room.

"Tanveer." we both whispered at the same time, she was on the phone with someone. I could barely hear her though. So I moved my face closer to the laptop at the same time Mr. Khan did. There we were with our faces very close to each both intently listening to what she was saying.

"Bi, aap baukla gayi hai kya? Mein kaushish kar rahi hoon, par yeh Zoya har baar bach jaati hai. Meine to usko USA wapis bhej diya tha lekin Asad usko phir ghar le aaya..." She said into her phone. The rest of the sentence was inaudible. But I moved closer and heard "Maine toh usko maarne ki koshish bhi ki thi, par Asad nai usse bacha liya."

What the hell? Did I hear that right? She tried to kill me?

"Mr. Khan." I whispered turning to my left only to find myself face to face with him, so close that I could feel his breath fan over my face. So close that our noses almost touched. I noticed his eyes bore into mine and then move down, looking at my lips. I looked down to his tongue peaking out his lips, slightly wetting them. Dear God, that was sexy. I looked back up to see him staring at me again.

"Zoya." He whispered touching my face with his hand. Oh damn, is he finally going to kiss me?

Voilaaa! and that's part 3 my lovelies! I kinda feel bad leaving it there. mwahahahahaha.

Part 4: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/82109954

hey, its nt fair... Why de hell u stopd der? Next soon plz