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Chapter 4
LOST PEARLS
It was cold, the coldest night in the winter, the temperature was falling way below zero, but her body felt warmer then ever. She stared out of the windscreen at the white snow covering the roadside, with her steady cold eyes, colder then the weather outside. Her face was as emotionless as a statue, her body stiff and mind LOST.
She sat in her car parked on the oldest brick bridge of the town, frozen; for almost an eternity. Suddenly there seemed not enough oxygen inside the car. She sprung out of her seat and crossed the road to reach the other side of the bridge; the side facing the town.
She sat there, alone, fearlessly, in the silence, in the darkness; there wasn't a single human soul around; at least not one in sight. Out of nowhere a royal blue mini jeep emerges, some 50 yards away from her. Two steady eyes scrutinize her.
Zoya took off her jacket and tossed it beside her.
Her eyes wander here and there, observing the lights in the town. They then fix on one place, it was her college; the one place with four happy years of her memories- memories she couldn't forget. It wasn't very far from where she sat, she could almost hear the laughs and hooting of the students- students who were there to enjoy their final year bonfire.
She could almost picture the scene slowly turning into a meadow, a meadow with a bonfire, her final year bonfire- seven years back.
Zoya was donned in a royal blue silk drip, fitting around her flexes, perfectly complementing her fair complexion.
Her hair styles in a lose bun, the curly strands of her hair flowed neatly with the wind. The only ornaments adorning her were a set of delicate earrings and a platinum band- her engagement ring.
Her eyes roamed here and there searching for someone.
"Hi gorgeous!" Neha called from behind. Zoya turned around smiling gleefully, her killer dimple at its best.
"Nehaaa!" She called cheerfully before embracing her friend.
"Abhi ai ho?" Neha asked.
Zoya nodded.
"Wait till your fatted lover sees you...i am sure his heart will be on a verge of meltdown today."
"Get over it girl, cant you see all these chicks around?" She waved her hand in the air. Neha took a quick look at all the girls around.
"Tsk! They are just okay, in any case i have chosen my lady of the evening." She winked.
Zoya smiled. It was their college's tradition that everyone voted for the 'Lady of the evening', who in turn chose the 'Lord of the Evening'. So every girl voted for the girl who would chose their Lord of the Evening and when it came to that, the spot was fixed for the heart throb of the college...Asad Ahmad Khan.
"Let me get you a drink." Neha offered before leaving for the bar.
Zoya smiled; a strong hand gripped her shoulder; she turned around expecting it to be Asad...
"Aas..." She stopped midway; her smile faded and then completely vanished as she gaped at the guy behind her.
"You?"
She shoved his hand away. He smirked shamelessly.
"Surprised?"
He neared her, she flinched as her feet suddenly felt like bricks and knees went weak. Of course it was paranoia, but paranoia had settled in her life since forever; that now she almost acknowledged it.
He started his thumb along her jaw line.
"Beautiful...what did you do to yourself today?...good thing that lion of yours aint around today. We can at least have a little fun with his lamb...no?" he laughed his typical villainous smile.
Her mind fought back but her body conceded a different reaction, a quick slump of the shoulders, a light gasp and a noticeable jerk in the legs.
"Stay in your limits Akram." She said a little nervously, taking a few steps back. He laughed yet again.
"Come on baby, what's not there in me that is in him? Except for money of course... oh is it the money only?"
He started nearing her again, but this time Neha interrupted, hitting into him, deliberately spilling the glass of orange juice on him. Zoya looked at her in surprise finally releasing her breath.
"What the hell? You bag of potatoes! Cant you watch where you are going?" he barked perpetually annoyed.
"Oh shut up Akram... haven't i told you not to bother my friend...now move your ass out of here...or else..." Neha snapped back.
"Or else?" he said making an ugly face, wrinkling his nose and forehead.
Neha scuffed.
"Or else...you don't want me to break this peaky pointed nose of yours?" she whispered.
"You? And my nose?" sarcasm was clear in his voice. He casted a sharp look at Zoya who stood there cold to the bone.
"Akram..." they were interrupted by a girl, "Sir Randhawa is calling you...right now...in his office."
"Me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes you." The girl left.
"Enjoy the ten longest minutes of your day...you mischief maker." Neha mocked.
Akram pointed his index finger at Zoya.
"Kab tak bacho gi?"
He left, neha sighed with relief.
"Jerk!...Zoya why do you fear this barbarian...?"
She stood still.
"Barking dog seldom bites... he is just so over the top about himself... tell you what he actually envies Asad because its so easy for him to get anything he desires for. For example you...you are not just one f the prettiest girls of the college but one of the most decent one too. He is always lurking around you just to compete with him. The scoundrel he is, all you need to do is ignore him. He is only worth it, bu don't be scared of the idiot...he likes it when you do so." Neha explained.
Zoya sighed, her hands fell to her sides as she expressed in sheer frustration.
"Cant anything happen...which would keep him away from me...sometimes i think he is after those obnoxious letters i get so often."
"Yaar that letter thing is really freaking me out too... when do you plan to tell Asad.?"
"Soon!"
"Ladies!" Ayan appears in the scene.
"Oh your in-laws are here...did you see a private jet landing here somewhere near...?" Neha joked.
Zoya rolled her eyes.
"Ayan...what took you so long?" She asked.
"Oh! Was halp way through 'The Lost Symbol' couldn't put it down..." he replied combing his curly hair with his fingers.
"You literally lick his books..." Neha broke in.
"Obsession baby obsession... by the way how do i look?"
Neha and Zoya scrutinized him from top to bottom.
"Well, you remind me of Sheldon Cooper today...except for that hair thing you know!" Neha suppressed her smile. Ayan looked at her in astonishment.
"Sheldon Cooper? Yuck man your choice...i know you can never say good stuff about me...come on Bha...oh forget it Zoya...you tell...dont i out class Brad Pitt today?"
"Sure...you do." Zoya said signalling Neha tto stay quite but she ignored her deliberately.
"Come on don't get flattered...Zoya never liked Brad Pitt...She is the Decaprio girl you know." Neha blurted.
Ayan made a sick face.
"Some people have lost their asthetics...well i haven't...you look stunning Zoya..." then he gave Neha a weird look tagging along, "You too bringle..."
"Whatever smudge!"
His mouth fell open. He wanted to repel back but then decided to let go. Neha observed a key ring in his hand.
"Oh look what do we have here Ayan with a new key ring...What happened to the spiderman dummy hun? Did you finally decided to act mature? What is it by the way a 'Z'?"
Ayan tossed it in his hand.
"It's a 'N'."
"Doesnt look like one..." She teased.
He rolled his eyes and held the ring horizontally.
"Now does it look like one?"
"Still why 'N'?"
"Because i have one in my name...Ayaannn...see?"
"i don't think so..." she beamed.
"Give it a break you two." Zoya interrupted.
"Ayan where the hell is Asad?"
Ayan eyed them strangely.
"He aint here yet?"
"Nooo!" both the girls squeal together.
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