|AsYa & ArShi FF:Classified Love Thread I| (Complete) - Page 5

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Hey Hey Hey! I am back with a really long update! And and and, YOU GET TO MEET AR-SHI! So read on & THANKS for all those wonderful comments y'all leave, you make me smile like an idiot and then people wonder why I am smiling looking at my phone. ahaha.

Chapter 3

Hotel Room

Zoya groaned as she felt the early morning rays hit her face. Damn it, the sun is out to torture me too. She thought as she tried to turn the other way but her hand was restricted. What the hell? She opened her right eye then her left, and let out a gasp.

Her hand was clinging to Asad's collar. What the hell? She let go and sprang up noticing her surroundings. Shit, what am I doing in bed with him? Did I jump him? Her eyes grew wide but she calmed down realizing that she was still in her clothes...well bathrobe.

But...oh yeah. The dream! She finally remembered. He came in to comfort me and held me while I cried. The last thing I remember was being pressed up against him and his musky manly smell in my nose. She thought smiling at his sweetness. She lay back down and turned on her side observing him.

He didn't look so hostile while he slept. That dangerous look he plastered on his face while he was awake was no where to be find. It was replaced by a soft smile. He had to be the sexiest man she had ever seen, confirming her conclusion from yesterday ' this man is Adonis himself. Zoya was mesmerized by his face, he was beautiful. His face was chiselled to perfection, those cheekbones and that jaw line. Damn, I still want to lick his jaw. Feel that stubble against my cheek.

Control yourself Zoya! Zoya's inner voice spoke.

Inner voice! You sound a lot like Khushi! Zoya thought.

Because this is Khushi, duh. Now control yourself. Wake that sexy man up and demand to call your soul sister.

Zoya realized her inner voice was right, Khushi would be freaking out by now, the last thing she'd told her was that she had managed to land herself between psychos and witnessed a murder.

"Asad." Zoya whispered gently putting her hand on his bicep. Must resist urge to squeeze. Damn it! What's with this electric current thing? Asad shot up in bed as soon as she put her hand on his bicep, checking his surroundings, fully alert now.

After he established there was no threat he turned around to look at Zoya. She was sitting their blushing. Damn it, why is she so cute first thing in the morning? Asad thought rubbing his eyes.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Oh, um, yeah...thanks, for last night." Zoya mumbled.

"No problem. Um, I'll be right back." He said getting up grabbing his phone and tried not to look at Zoya's sexy legs as she got up.Zoya nodded and made her way to the bathroom and brushed her teeth while willing her heart to slow down. It had decided to speed up as soon as Asad spoke. His voice was even sexier and huskier first thing in the morning. He could have asked her to kill herself using that voice, and she would have gladly done so.

She shook her head, took a deep breath and walked out into the living room just to see a cart of pancakes rolling in.

"Pancakes!" She squealed. "My favourite!"

Asad smiled at her craziness, who got this excited over pancakes? She happily grabbed a plate and dug in while Asad smiled to himself and went to the washroom. He came back five minutes later to see Zoya munching on her pancakes with a smile on her face. Her legs crossed, which caused her bathrobe to ride higher on her thighs.

"Uh, someone should be coming with your clothes and other stuff anytime now." Asad said, as soon as the words escaped his mouth a knock sounded on the door.

"Oh my God! Do you guys like coordinate this or something?" Zoya laughed as Asad walked to the door and opened it revealing a smiling Akash Singh Raizada, brother of his best friend and their partner.

"Asad my man." He said rolling in a suitcase behind him.

"Akash." Asad said closing the door behind him while Zoya observed the two. What is with guys and their way of greeting others? She thought.

"Akash meet Zoya Farooqui, Zoya this is Akash, one of my partners." Asad introduced.

"Helllo!" Zoya smiled. "Nice to meet you. Not under the best circumstances of course but heyyy, I wouldn't have met you otherwise." She laughed.

Akash smiled at her. "Same here Zoya. Oh, here are your clothes and stuff, I am guessing you want to change..." he said looking at her bathrobe causing her to blush and nod.

Asad glared at Akash for a reason unknown to him. He wheeled the suitcase towards the room and motioned her inside.

"Thank you!" Zoya blushed closing the room behind her. Asad turned around to see Akash smirking at him.

"What?" Asad asked annoyed.

"I can now see why you are so taken with her..." He laughed causing Asad to pick up a pillow from the couch and throw it at him.

"Shut up Raizada Number Two." He murmured. "Where's Raizada Number 1 by the way?"

"Bhai is in Bhopal too, just got in last night from France actually."

"The Ouellette Family?" Asad asked causing Akash to nod as Zoya came out of the room dressed in a white shirt and jeans. She came and sat on the couch across from the two men smiling at them.

"So guysss, what's the plan?" She asked excited.

Akash smiled at her enthusiasm, he thought she'd be crying or something based on the situation she was in. He looked at Asad raising an eyebrow. Asad just shrugged.

"Okay then. You two are set to leave from here Friday night, there is a party at the Siddiqui mansion, so all of his men will be placed there rather than looking for Zoya as they are now. There is a black Range Rover outside, with tinted windows and such. There is enough food, water and other necessities in there for your to reach Delhi. It is a thirteen hour drive with no stops...but you are going to have to stop somewhere. Your route is going to take you straight through Agra where there is a place for you to stop. I've already programmed it into the GPS."

"AGRA!" Zoya interrupted. "Can we see the Taj Mahal?!" She squealed looking at Asad.

"Zoya, this is not a field trip...your life is in danger remember?" Asad said exasperated causing Zoya's face to fall.

"Oh yeah..." she pouted.

"Anyway, from Agra you leave straight to your farmhouse, where both our families have already arrived and introduce Zoya as your fiance."

"What?!" Zoya asked shocked.

Akash laughed. "Well, you are going to have to stay low for a while, and you need some type of cover up for why you have arrived to Delhi with Asad, and being his fiance is the most plausible explanation until you can leave for New York. We don't know how long this is going to take, showing up as his friend won't allow you to stay for a long time. But mention the word fiance and they won't let you leave."

"Why can't we tell them I am just staying there because my life is in danger?" Zoya asked.

"Uh, my family doesn't know about what we do." Asad explained.

"WHAT?!" Zoya asked surprised. "What do you tell them?"

"I am an architect and business man based in Bhopal, I actually own a company, and travel around the world for projects." Asad explained.

"So you don't go see your family?" She asked surprised.

"It's been a year since the last time I've showed up..." Asad said sheepishly.

"And they're just going to believe that you got engaged?" Zoya asked.

"You two are going to have to convince them." Akash said to Zoya and then turned around to Asad. "Dilshad Bi and my mom are going to be the hardest to convince." Akash said to him.

"Wait a minute!" Zoya asked confused. "Why do we have to convince your mom?"

"Dude, didn't you tell her anything?" Akash asked Asad.

"Uh, no."

"Well, our families have been neighbours since our birth. Dilshad, Asad's mom and my mom, Aarti are best friends. We are just as close to each others' mother as our own. Me, Bhai and Asad work for the agency, but both our families don't know, so we're all out of town for months. Asad especially hasn't been back for a year now. So they aren't aware of what is going on with him, so it wouldn't be totally crazy for him to show up with you out of the blue." Akash said to a confused Zoya.

"Ab yeh bhai kaun hai?!" Zoya asked exasperated.

"My older brother and our partner Arnav."

"Holy, aurr kaun kaun hai tum dono ki family mein...wait, let me get my iPad so I can write this down." Zoya said running into her room and grabbing her iPad and sliding back onto the sofa. "Okay, go!"

"Asad's parents are Dilshad and Rashid Ahmed Khan, uncle is a huge business man and architect like Asad. Asad is their oldest kid, then his younger brother Ayaan, and his twin sisters Najma and Nikhat." Akash said as Zoya furiously typed on her iPad.

"You forgot dadi." Asad said looking up from his blackberry.

"Yeah! Badi Bi, she's really close to Asad so you two need to make sure she also believes you." Akash said as Zoya nodded, her eyes wide at the size of Asad's family. Her family consisted of Aapi, Jiju and Khushi. That was it.

Damn. Zoya thought. How am I supposed to remember all of this?

"Okay, now for my family who is going to be there as well. There is me and my bhai Arnav. My wife Payal and my 1 year old son Piyush '"Akash started.

"Awww! Piyush, you fused your names together. How cute!" Zoya gushed causing Akash to smile and Asad to roll his eyes.

"Then there is our Di, Anjali and her husband Aman, they have two kids, Riya and Aarav. Aarav is four and Riya is two. My parents Mahendra Singh Raizada and Manorma. Arnav's mom Aarti and my dadi, thus Arnav's nani, Devayaina Raizada." Akash said sighing at the end.

"Holy! How the hell am I suppose to remember all of that?!" Zoya asked holding her head.

"You forgot Laxmi." Asad said causing Zoya to look up at him shocked. But what she saw shocked her even more. Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan...laughing. Holy. His dimples, dear god. He could kill the whole female population with those. His eyes lit up as he laughed, little crinkles appeared around them. He looks even more handsome if that is possible, and younger.

"Oh yeah..." Akash said laughing bringing Zoya out of her trance. "Laxmi is Dadi's pet goat."

"WHAT?!" Zoya yelled causing both men to break out into peals of laughter. "Who has a pet goat? What was wrong with a dog...or a cat?"

"D-Don't say that to Nani." Asad said. "Ever."

"Uh...I am going to go...memorize this." Zoya said pointing to the long note on her iPad. "By the way! My family consists of my Jiju, Anwar Farooqui who is a business man, my aapi Zeenat and my soul sister aka my best friend Khushi Gupta!" Zoya smiled. "That is it...no goats, not even a dog."

The men who had composed themselves listening to her broke into laughter again at her last sentence. They already knew Anwar as he was technically their boss and Asad knew Zeenat by association as she knew all about what her husband did. I wonder why they haven't informed Zoya though. Asad thought.

Zoya smiled and walked into the bedroom sitting on her bed reading through what she had learned.

Akash looked at Asad. "She's something else." He said smiling. "She seems nice though."

Asad nodded. "She's a little crazy, but she is cute."

"Cute?" Akash teased.

"Shut up Raizada Number Two." Asad said as Akash's phone rang.

"Hello?" Akash answered putting the phone on speaker.

"Mr. Raizada." said the informer that was placed inside the Siddiqui mansion.

"Yep. What happened Saleem?"

"Sir, some girl just stormed in and is demanding to see Zoya. She also called Gafur Siddiqui a murderer and tried to, uh, slap him. They put her in a room. But she's uh- she managed to hurt four of his men, so they've locked her in the laundry room on the second floor." Saleem informed causing Akash's and Asad's eyes to go wide.

"I TOLD YOU SHE'D COME IF I DIDN'T CALL HER!" Zoya yelled walking out of the bedroom.

Asad shot up his eyes going wide. "Your best friend?"

"Yeppp! Kushi's kickass right, storms into his house, threatens the man then handicaps others. She knows karate too!" Zoya smiled at her best friend's antics.

Akash looked at Asad questioningly, Asad gave him the It's a long story look.

"We need to get her out of there." Asad said.

"I'll call Bhai and let him know, he'll go get her." Akash said.

"She's coming here?!" Zoya asked happily. "You better tell this Bhai of yours to do a kickass job rescuing my sister. AND she won't go with him unless she's sure he can bring her to me." Zoya smiled.

"What? And how exactly do we convince her of that?" Asad asked exasperated.

"You call me. DUH." Zoya said. "You know, you aren't very bright sometimes Asad." She teased causing Asad to roll his eyes.

"We all can't be as "smart" as you." Asad said sarcastically making air quotations when saying smart.

"I'll be going now." Akash said smiling at the two while dialling Bhai.

Siddiqui Mansion

"Let go of me you Son of a Gun! Where is Zoya?! I swear if that bas***d did anything to her I'll kill you all! Let go of me, where are you taking me? Didn't you see how I managed to fight the other four before you locked me up, you honestly think this is going to stop me!" Yelled Khushi Gupta.

The men around her were shocked, how could a 5 foot 4 woman cause so much harm? The skinny girl looked more like a demure model in her black Chanel dress and long hair. But here she was kicking and screaming, controlling her was becoming hard. The men pushed her into the laundry room throwing her suitcase behind her and locked the door as she continued to bang on it.

Khushi stopped knocking as she heard footsteps retreat. She sighed and sat down on top of the washing machine.

Where is Zoya? She thought exasperated. She was going crazy, her best friend called her two days ago, telling her she was stuck in between psychos and then disappeared. No calls, no messages. She couldn't reach her phone or anything.

If that wasn't enough stress, she had a huge fight with her boyfriend of one year, Rahul, which ultimately led to her breaking up with him. Although she'd never loved him, her actions had hurt her, a lot.

Khushi shook her head and thought about how to get out of here when she noticed a small window to the side of the room. Yes! she thought walking towards it and opening it.

She looked down to see that it was a significant drop to the ground, one she couldn't make by herself. She'd probably end up breaking her ankle or leg if she tried. She let out a frustrated yell and scoured the laundry room for something that would help her. But she came up short, there was nothing but laundry detergent.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? She thought as she sat down on the floor, not caring about getting her dress dirty.

Arnav's House

Ring. Ring. Ring. Damn it! Where is my phone? Arnav looked around his room trying to find the loud phone.

"Ahaaa!" He said as he found it under the bed.

"Bhai?" Akash's voice greeted Arnav.

"Kya hua?"

"We have a slight problem."

"Define slight Akash."

"Well, Zoya Farooqui's best friend showed up at the Siddiqui mansion today, threatened the bas***d, hurt four of his men and is now locked up. You are going to have to get her out of there bhai." Akash said.

"Damn. The chick managed hurt four guys by herself?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Text me the details Akash."

"Wait, bhai! Apparently she won't come with you unless you make her call Zoya. So I am texting you a number too."

"You have a picture right? So I don't rescue the wrong person...again." Arnav asked sheepishly remembering the time he'd rescued the wrong kid, to say the parents of the kid were mad would be an understatement.

"Sadly, no. But she's about 23, from New York, and her friend Zoya is good-looking, so by social standards and this trend of pretty girls hanging out together, she should be too. Her name is Khushi Gupta."

"She's feisty and good looking, what if she is THE ONE?" Arnav asked Akash.

"Bhai! How many times have you thought a girl was "the one" only to declare her not to be after?" Akash teased.

"Shut up Akash." Arnav said hanging up.

Okay, what do we have here? He thought checking his text. Ah, blueplan of the mansion. Saleem says to enter through the side door, perfect. 50 meters through the garden to the laundry room. There is a window in the laundry room...seriously. Why would you lock someone up in a room with a window...

Arnav walked around the room picking up his gun and a few gadgets, just in case. He walked out of his house pulling on his Ray Bans and starting his black BMW M6 Coupe, his baby and drove towards the Siddiqui mansion.

The pristine white gated mansion was located just across a shopping complex making Arnav's job a whole lot easier as no one would question his appearance on the street. He parked his car on the side and headed towards the side entrance that was close to the laundry room.

The security guard that was supposed to be guarding the gate had dozed off, his hat covering his face. Oh man. Arnav thought. They are taking all the fun out, I can just walk in.

Arnav stood in front of the security guard and reached into his pocket for the small bottle. He spritzed a pump of chloroform under the man's nose, just in case. He whistled as he walked in through the gate checking his surroundings but finding no one there. His eyes fell on the small window he was looking for. Bingo. He thought walking towards it.

He rolled his eyes as he noted how easy his job really was, there was a pipe near the window as the room was the laundry room. They could have picked any other room, but picked the one that was easiest to break out of. Seriously, what dumb a** runs this place?

Arnav looked all around, seeing no one he swiftly climbed up to the window using the pipe, he then realized that his work wasn't that easy. There was no way he could get inside the window, without breaking his legs.

"Khushi?" He said loud enough for the woman inside to hear.

Khushi's head shot up as she heard her name. What the hell? She thought.

"Khushi Gupta?" She heard again. Her head whipped towards the window but there was no one there. She got up and went to it, looking down but seeing no one.

"Hello! Over here, to your right." Arnav said holding on to the pipe, he couldn't turn around without falling, so he looked at her from his peripheral vision.

"You are Khushi?" He asked.

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here?" She asked confused staring at the man clinging on to the pipe.

"You know you should be a little nicer to the person who was sent to rescue you. Now I am going to go down, and then you are going to jump out the window so I can catch you. Okay?" Arnav asked.

"I am not jumping!" Khushi said. "I like my legs the way they are, I'd rather they stay in one piece."

"They will woman." Arnav said while noticing that she had a sexy voice. "You have no other option than to listen to me." He said climbing down. "Now jump!" he said looking up at her.

"Wait, take this first!" She said throwing her suitcase out the window which fell on the ground. What the hell? They locked her suitcase inside with her, honestly Siddiqui needs to hire smarter men.

"Raksha karna Devi Maiyaa." Khushi said as she closed her eyes and squeezed out the window.

Damn, those are some sexy legs. Arnav thought as her legs came out the window as she sat on the window sill with her eyes closed.

Khushi let out a little squeal as she lodged herself out the window, waiting for the impact but she felt arms wrap around her waist as she fell forward. She landed on a soft, yet hard body.

Arnav felt a bolt of current go through him as she landed on him, his arms automatically encased her body. Her body fit perfectly against his, as if she was meant to be there. Her lips were pressed up against his neck, caressing his Adam's apple as they trembled. He could feel her heaving bosom against his chest, her erratic heartbeat matching his own. She finally moved her face from his neck and looked up at him her eyes growing wide.

Calling her beautiful would be an understatement, she was angelic. Her milky white skin glowed and her gorgeous brown hair flew about in the wind. Her kohl-lined honey colored eyes were wide and her tangy scent drove him wild. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the one. The one he was waiting for. The one Di and Ma had said his heart would beat for, his breath would stop for and his eyes would yearn for. Arnav had never felt out of control like this, no girl had ever left him speechless.

If Arnav was lost in her, Khushi was no better, his strong muscular arms around her body sent bolts of electricity up her, a phenomenon she had heard about but never felt. She could feel every inch of his hard body against his with her face buried in his neck and her heart beat erratic. Despite all that, she felt at peace in his arms, like she belonged there. There was one arm around her back, the other on her bare thighs as the dress she was wearing had ridden up. As her heart calmed, she moved away from his neck to look at his face and was taken aback by what she saw. The most mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes were staring right back at her, almost as if they were looking into her soul. Her eyes moved over the rest of his face, his angular yet soft jaw, covered with stubble. Just looking at him elicited butterflies in her stomach.

"You're the one." Arnav whispered bringing Khushi out of her reverie. She noticed the predicament they were in and tried to get up.

"Dear Lord Woman, stop wiggling." Arnav groaned, her wiggling was exciting certain parts of him which he'd rather not excite at this point. Arnav held her elbows and got up, finally noticing what she was wearing.

She gives a whole new meaning to sexy black dress, he thought. Her dress, though completely modest, clung to her like second skin. The full sleeved chiffon dress glowed in the sunshine and ended right at her knee. Her long curled hair only added to her beauty.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Is that how you catch someone, by falling with them?!" Khushi yelled observing the fine specimen in front of her.

He looked like he walked out the cover of Abercrombie & Fitch, with his blue jeans, tight white shirt and black cardigan. Being a fashion designer Khushi was particular on the way men dressed, he had clearly impressed her, pulling together a perfect casual outfit.

He is so hot and he knows how to dress! Khushi thought. The t-shirt did nothing to hide his toned muscular body stretching across his abs. The black cardigan is what impressed Khushi the most, it looked perfect on him, emphasizing his arms, but giving him a casual yet put together look.

"What the hell is wrong with YOU?" Arnav said angrily. "You should be thanking me for saving you, not yelling at me, now lets go." He said grabbing her hand.

She twisted her hand out of his. "No way, who the hell are you?"

"I've been sent to bring you to your friend, Zoya." He said.

"What? Is she okay? Where is she? Wait...why should I believe you?" She said putting her hands on her hips.

Arnav sighed and dialed the number Akash had sent him and handed her the phone. She gave him a questioning look.

"Talk to your friend." He said.

"Zoya?" She asked as someone answered the phone.

"KHUSHHIII!" Zoya squealed.

"What the hell Zoya? Where are you? What is this?" Khushi asked angrily.

"I'll tell you later, now just go along with the man, he'll bring you to me. There is no point on arguing!" Zoya said happily.

"Speaking of that, what kind of idiot have you sent?" Khushi said quietly.

"Hey!" Arnav said grabbing the phone and hanging up.

"Listen here Ms. Gupta. I've had enough of your antics, you need to shut up and follow me now before the whole house comes to find you. Do I make myself clear?" Arnav asked moving close to her.

She nodded her eyes wide as he cornered her, her heart beat picked up at his close proximity. He turned around, grabbed her suitcase in one hand, and her hand in his other hand and stormed through the lawn towards the side door.

Khushi followed him wide-eyed as he stormed past the sleeping security guard towards a black BMW. He opened the passenger door and motioned for her to sit inside. She quietly sat down as he put her stuff in the trunk, and walked around to the driver side and started the car.

He looked around and then revved the engine as he did a complete 180 turn driving his car towards the other direction. Khushi put on her seat belt and held the seat for her dear life as the streets of Bhopal whizzed past her.

"Uh...can you slow down just a little? I...I am sca-scared of fast cars." She whispered. Arnav was about to tell her to shut up when he noticed the terrified look on her face and slowed down. She opened her eyes to notice that the car had slowed down considerably.

"Thank you." She whispered. "For this...and for earlier. And I-I'm so-sorry."

Arnav smiled to himself and grumbled a "No problem." as he drove towards the hotel. He whipped into the parking lot at full speed parking his car perfectly beside the black Range Rover.

"We're here." He said getting out the car and opening the trunk. He grabbed her suitcase as she stepped out the car and smoothed her dress. She awkwardly walked to him.

"I think we started off on the wrong foot. I am really sorry for earlier, it's just that I was freaking out. You know. Zoya called me two days ago and then disappeared. And then I landed in India and those idiots locked me up. And then you showed up, and I wasn't thinking and took out my anger on you- and I am sorry. I am so stupid, I didn't even introduce myself, well I guess you know I am Khushi, but I didn't even ask you your name, oh my god. You must think I am crazy and now-" She said really fast causing Arnav to just stand there and smirk at the crazy girl. He found her absolutely adorable. He put his hand over her mouth when she kept going causing her eyes to go wide again as she stared at him.

She felt that hum of electricity again as he felt his warm callous hand on her lips causing her to tremble.

"Calm down." Arnav said removing his hand as her lips trembled against it, almost as if she was kissing his hand. "I am Arnav. Arnav Singh Raizada."

"Uh, nice to meet you Arnav." Khushi smiled shocking Arnav. She looked even more beautiful if that was even possible. He smiled back and took her hand leading her towards the entrance and to the elevator.

He pressed the button for the tenth floor as the door closed behind him. They both felt that hum of electricity start again as the door closed. Arnav looked to his right to see Khushi staring up at him. He was lost in a trance as they both stared at each other.

Khushi observed Arnav with fascination, he evoked weird feelings within her. Although they had just met she felt safe with him. She was brought out of her thoughts as the elevator dinged and opened.

Arnav led her out and down the hallway to room 1005. He knocked on the door as Khushi waited for it to open to reveal her best friend.

Imagine her shock when another handsome man opened the door. What do they feed men in India? Khushi thought her eyes darting back to the man she was already smitten with standing beside her smiling at the one who opened the door.

TADAAA! Please lemme know what you think, I am always excited to read your responses. Thanks. And my plot for this story is not set in stone yet, so I welcome any ideas ;)

Part 4: Page 15

that was wonderful!!!!!! I love how arnav said "She's feisty and good looking, what if she is THE ONE?" Arnav asked Akash. and "You're the one." Arnav whispered bringing Khushi out of her reverie...

thanks for the pm i loved todays update continue soon!!!

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