AsYa SS: |Busted| (Epilogue, Page 54, Complete) - Page 18

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Heyyy guys! Sorry for the lateness, I was busy the past few days. But here is the much awaited part 5! I promise the next part won't take as long to post! Lemme know what you guys think 😊

Part 5

Zoya's POV

I held up the grey wire for Mr. Khan to see. He recognized it instantly as his eyes widened. The wire had been cut, and it was cut from the wire that was routed to my bathroom. Mr. Khan sat across from me and stared at the contents of the box, apart from many wires and tools there was also a little bottle of poison.

Before we had time to process the information, the door to Tanveer's room rattled. Mr. Khan and I stared at each other wide eyed. He was the first to recover. He quietly put away the box, pulled me up and hid behind the door.

"Mr. Kh-" I started to whisper but his hand came over my mouth, again. Ya Allah, why does he keep doing that? He warned me to keep quiet with his eyes but didn't remove his hand from my mouth. I heard Tanveer moving around the room and sitting on her bed.

I looked towards Mr. Khan and noticed that he was staring at me intently. That is when I noticed the predicament we were in. We were pressed together, totally. I could feel the heat radiating from his body to mine. I could feel his abs against me, and his strong arms around me. The smell of his aftershave surrounded me. Ya Allah, why did this man smell so good? He let out a short breath that hit my neck, I could feel goosebumps appear all over my body as I looked into his eyes.

I loved his eyes, the deep chocolate brown of his eyes had little flecks of light brown, and right now they were darker than they usually were. His pupils were huge! That's good right? That means he's attracted to me, or not attracted to me? Shit, I should have paid more attention in biology class.

His eyes revealed his secrets, he didn't talk much or express his feelings. But his eyes spoke volumes. They are the reason I feel that he may love me. These are the eyes that cried for me, the first time I saw tears in his eyes was when I was buried alive. I thought I was imagining things, because the man who claimed to dislike me was looking at me like I was the most precious thing in his life. The tears, the gratitude and relief in his eyes blew me away. That's when things changed, something about us changed. I don't know why but I felt like there was some invisible thread binding us together. Maybe because we went through such a traumatic event together. I didn't know how to describe what we were, not enemies, not acquaintances, not friends but something important.

The second time I saw that same crazed look was a few days ago when he yelled out my name at the airport. I thought he was there to stop me because he felt something too, his eyes spoke volumes that day, they told me to stay, to not leave him, and they told me that he felt something too.

And now, they were speaking to me again. They were filled with care and that glint in his eyes that I had yet to understand. Was it love? Affection? Pity? Is that how I look at him?

A sound broke me out of my thoughts, Tanveer was moving around in her room again. I looked to Mr. Khan again but he was still staring intently at me. Was his face always so perfect? His nose was angular, his chin strong and his face structure was just perfect. Those high cheekbones and that chiseled angular jawline belonged on the cover of GQ magazine. My eyes traced the shape of his face and landed on his lips, just an hour ago those lips were going to be pressed up against mine. And I wanted it to happen, so badly. I've wanted him to kiss me for the longest time, to see if reality matches up to my dreams. I hated myself for it but he plagued my dreams, my thoughts. There were nights where I'd dream of him taking me out to a romantic dinner, followed by dancing and a kiss that made my toes curl in pleasure. Sometimes the dream ended it there and I woke up confused. Other times things went far beyond a kiss, and I woke up embarrassed.

I heard the door slam again and footsteps going down the stairs.

"Mw Kahh." I spoke against his hand trying to get his attention but ended up just kissing his hand. And it sent tingles up her lips. Ya Allah, if kissing his hand made her lips tingle, kissing his lips would probably cause them to burn. Mr. Khan pulled back his hand and examined it with a weird look on his face.

"She's gone." I whispered.

He nodded and opened the door slightly looking around before motioning me to go. We quietly made our way out of the room and down the stairs. Tanveer was no where to be found.

"My room." Mr. Khan said indicating that we needed to talk about what had just happened. He opened the door for and closed it behind us. I went to sit by the window and he followed sitting right beside me, so close that our thighs and arms were touching.

"I am going to call the police." he said taking out his phone but I stopped him.

"Mr. Khan, she might be pregnant, no matter how bad she is, no child deserves to grow up without their mother." I said grabbing his phone from him. No child deserved to not have a mother. Mr. Khan got up holding his head and walked around his room angrily, he let out a huge shout and punched the window shattering the glass.

"Asad!." I screamed as I got up and grabbed his hand which had little pieces of glass in it and was bleeding. I ran into his bathroom and got the first aid kit. When I came back he was standing in the same spot looking out the window with a pained expression.

I pushed him to the bed, forcing him to sit. I sat on the floor in front of him and grabbed his hand. That must hurt a lot, the thought made my eyes tear up.

"You are so stupid." I said cleaning his hand. "Why would punch the window? Next time punch a pillow or something." I reprimanded. "I am going to pull out the glass now, it's going to hurt."

I carefully plucked the first piece out causing him to let out a little hiss. I felt a tear slide down my left cheek. This crazy man is always hurting himself, but why am I crying when he is not? Why does him being hurt cause me pain? Slowly, I picked out all the glass, applied some antiseptic and bandaged his hand. I looked up to see him looking at me with a pained expression, when he looked at me his eyes changed. He pulled me up beside him and wiped up my tears with his thumbs, he shook his head at me as if to tell me to not cry and pulled me into a hug. I closed my eyes and tucked myself into his neck letting his smell soothe me as the events of the past two days caught up to me.

He ran his hand over my hair over and over again as I cried soaking his shirt. I don't know how long we sat there for. It felt like hours until I ran out of tears and moved away. He looked at me like he was hurting just as much as me.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

I nodded. "I don't know why someone would try to hurt me. I've never given her a reason to hate me. Someone may be paying her to do something, that would explain the phone call and money. But who? No one knows me here."

He looked like he was deep in thought. "If she was hired to kill you for money she wouldn't have the money unless you were dead. And no one would pay her that much to get rid of you. No one knows you. This makes no sense. Why would she try to kill you?" He said.

"Remember how Mr. Bha-Whatever said some girl was calling him to tell him that our engagement was fake...it was her. So that means she wanted me to leave this house. She was encouraging me to leave after you gave me work permit."

"But you wanted to go back for your Appi and Jeeju's anniversary, so you were going to leave anyway right?" He asked.

"No, I was going to stay. I told her I would since you wanted me to." I whispered starting to connect the dots.

"But she told me you cancelled the tickets for Sunday and wanted earlier tickets. That's why I called you."

"I thought you didn't want me to stay." I said.

"Obviously, I did. Why else would I have given you the work permit?" He said.

I looked at him shocked, he'd finally admitted that he didn't want me to leave. I smiled at him.

"So you did want me to stay." I smiled. "Why couldn't you just have said that?"

"I asked you if you were staying and you said you're still thinking about it. What else was I supposed to say?" He exclaimed.

"Whatever Mr. Emotionally Challenged Khan." I teased.

"Anyways." He said changing the subject. "She wanted you to leave, but why?" He asked confused.

Okay think Zoya. She told him you wanted to leave and told me that he wanted her gone. She called Mr. Whatever many times trying to break up our fake engagement, she stares at me weirdly when Mr. Khan is around...WAIT.

"Oh my God Mr. Khan. She's jealous! She likes you." I stated hitting my forehead with my hand. How dumb could I be?!

"What?! NO." He said immediately as if he were disgusted by the idea, it made me smile.

"Puh-lzzz Mr. Khan. She so likes you, that's why she is always following you around like a lost puppy and glaring at me like she's going to stab me."

"But she's pregnant with someone else's child, she probably likes him..." He reasoned.

'Yeah, but he is clearly not in the picture. If he was she wouldn't be here. Maybe she wants to marry you so her child has a father. Of course, that is why she hates me, I am getting in her way being engaged to you and all." It made a lot more sense now.

"Ms. Farouqi, that is still no grounds for her to be after your life." He said confused.

"You never know. Maybe she's like obsessed with you or something. I mean you are one of the richest guys in Bhopal, you are kind to her and you are very hot. Maybe she wants you that bad-" I said stopping noticing a grin on his face.

"I am very hot?" He smirked.

"Uh..um...what the hell. Yeah, you're hot. But don't let that get to your head, your ego is already big enough as it is." I said.

He did that lopsided smirk of his, when one end of his lip slightly pulls up and the other doesn't making the dimple appear on his right cheek. Yeah, he is definitely hot.

"Moving on! What should we do about it?" I asked.

"Send her to jail?" He asked again.

"But her kid... I won't do that to her no matter what she did." I said.

"Why are you so nice to her when she tried to kill you? Why do you care so much?" He asked angrily.

"Because I know how it feels to live without a mother. And I am not going to out her child through it. I thought we went through this."

"What if she tries to kill you again?"

"We could get a restraining order against her. You could scare her a bit, just look at her the way you look at me when you think I did something wrong. Like two days ago when you thought I poisoned Humeira." I tried to say nonchalantly, but my voice broke with the last sentence, letting him know how much his lack of trust in my actually hurt.

He closed his eyes for a moment and then turned around to face me.

"I am so sorry Zoya." He said reaching out to touch my face. "Wait, where did you get the sweets from?"

"Oh, I bought them and I was trying to hide them from you so I gave them to Tan-" I stopped abruptly my eyes going wide. "Why would she want to poison Humeira though? She doesn't even know anyone in the family. Or does she?"

"Maybe she thought you were going to eat the sweets."

"No, I explicitly told her that I was taking the stuff to Ayaan's engagement..."

"This is getting more and more complicated by the second."

"We need to get to the bottom of this, maybe the phone call and money is linked somehow. I don't understand how and why, but we have to figure it out." I said.

"But how?"

"Well, we need to pretend that we don't know anything yet, giving her a false sense of security. We could tap her phone!" I said.

"And how exactly are we going to manage that?" He asked. Oh this man is still doubting me.

"Mr. Khan, you forget that Zoya Farouqi can do anything? Do you not remember what I did to your phone?" I laughed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that I am dealing with an evil genius here." he muttered.

"HEY! I am not evil, but I agree with the genius part. I am so glad you see it Mr. Khan. Now that we know she has a thing for you, you have to find a way to get her phone so I can tap it." I smiled.

"How am I going to manage that?" He asked confused.

"I don't know. I can't do everything here! Use your looks for good." I laughed.

"I am not sure if I can look at her without kicking her out of the house." He sighed.

"It's called acting Mr. Khan! I could teach you. Better yet, let's watch movies to train you. We can watch Sherlock Holmes, Mr and Mrs Smith and Bonnie & Clyde!"

"Aren't Bonnie & Clyde criminals?" He questioned.

"Yeah! But it's a good movie!" I exclaimed.

"You want to watch movies at a time like this?" He asked causing me to nod. "Ms. Farouqi, meine aapse weird ladki kabhi nahi dekhi." He said and then froze. My mind immediately turned back to when he said that to me the first time. I blushed and he looked away.

"I should go." I said getting up and going to my room, I closed the door and leaned on it. Allah Miaa, what a day and it's only noon! I had discovered that Jahapana's best friend is out to get me, had crazy intense moments with Mr. Khan, he'd implied that we were having babies together. What is wrong with this man? He couldn't tell me what he felt for me and he'd assumed I was talking about "our" daughter.

I loved the thought of him having thought about our babies. I am glad I wasn't the only one. But now, I was dying to see a little Asad more than a little me. That'd be the cutest thing in the world. The thought of Mr. Khan holding a baby, our baby especially, made me smile. And it made my ovaries very excited. Allah Miaa, what's wrong with me? Why am I thinking about having babies with Mr. Khan?

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