The plane landed in the Shibuya airport. I smirked think of Zoya's reaction when she see's that i am back. I wouldn't
admit it but i missed my team, i missed Zoya . During my two years of being in London i realised just how stupid i was
being when Zoya confessed her feelings to me. I now know that i was jealous. I liked knowing that whenever Mai
dreamt, she was dreaming of me but when i found out it was Farhaan she was dreaming about i was infuriated. And i didn't
know why.
The first thing i did was called the team, everyone answered their phone except Zoya , who's number was 'not in use at
the momemt'. I mentally frowned but kepted my facial expression smooth and impassive. Then texted Nuzhat to bring
Zoya . I didn't get a reply.
Everyone was at the office waiting for me and Tanveer to arrive. When i heard Nuzhat and Najma arguing i had to
surpress my grin. People never change. I looked at my co-workers and a frown escaped my emotionless mask: Zoya
wasn't here. Where was she?
I glared at the unsuspecting Nuzhat , "Where's Zoya?" I saw the sadness in very ones expressions and before my frown
could deepen, i hide my expression.
"Well you see, we all went our separate ways after you left. I saw some of the gang every now and then but now of us
has seen Zoya in two years." Nuzhat looked worried, upset and guilty. I couldn't help feel a twing of guilt myself. Mai
had started to think of us as her second family and then we left her.
"So no one knows where she is?" I questioned. On the outside i looked unfazed, maybe a little ennoyed but on the
inside i was desperate to find her.
"We went to her apartment but no one has lived there for over a year. I know that two years ago she found a job as a
waitress at Amami resturant. I'm not sure if she's still there..."
"Let's go." I ordered.
We got to Amami just as a member of staff was leaving. "Excuse me, miss?" I called. The middle aged women turned
toward me.
"Yes." Her voice was kind, she seemed like a good person, at least Zoya had someone to look after her. That's if she's
even working here, they might have fired her for being clumsy. I smirked at the thought.
"We are looking of Zoya Farooqi i was wondering if you could help me." I inquired.
Suddenly her eyes burned with anger, "What do you want with Zoya? I sware if you are another creep who thinks you
can treat her like i piece of meat i'll kill you here and now." What? Did many guys ask about Zoya?
"No, Miss. I am no a 'creep' as you put it. We are friends and we wanted to get into contact with her since her phone
number isn't working." The waitress seem to relax at those words and her eyes scanned the faces of my co-workers
behind me.
Then her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But you're not Imran ? And i've never seen you before..." She shook her
head. "Okay i'll tell you where Zoya is. But be worned if you aren't who you say you are then you will sufferat Zoya's
hands." After giving me an evil smirk, she told us the address we should go to. I soon found out it was a training hall.
What was Zoya doing here?
I looked around and saw a man that looked about my age, when i asked him if he new where Mai was, he told us to
follow him. We walk into a cool and very large hall. On the wall opposite us, lined 28 archery targets, 15 of which were
being useds.
Suddenly my attention shifted toward the girl, who's long brown hair brushed her shoulder even though it was tide in a
high ponytail. Her body had curves in all the right places and she held a bow lightly yet securely in her right hand.
She walked over the an empty target and turned so her back was facing us. She hooked an arrow and drew it back...
I hadn't realised i was staring until the amn that had shown us in shouted, "Hey Zoya ! Tere's some people here for you."
Zoya ? That was Zoya . No, it couldn't be.
But i was wrong, the girl-Mai- proved me wrong when she answered, "What have i told you Ayaan! Don't
interrupt me." I was shocked Zoya had only shouted like that at me. Why did this Ayaan guy call her Zoya ? Jealousy
budded in me and it took all my control not to let it show on my face.
I watched as Zoya shot as arrow straight into the heart of the target and i felt pride swell in my heart. Nuzhat whistled
and then beamed, "Wow, Zoya you're really good."
Zoya spun around and the pure shock on her face made me smirk outwardly, a little. After a hug from Nuzhat and
Humeira pulling him away, Zoya scanned over all of SPR's faces. Lastly scanning me and Tanveer . I stared into her eyes and
saw them darken with anger, sorrow, and pain. I felt my stomach not and i wanted nothing more than to ran over to her.
My Zoya.
I saw her wince at the pain and i winced mentally with her. Then i saw her face go blank of emotions, just like i did with
mine, as she asked, "What are you doing here?" Everyone except me and Tanveer were shocked at the calm, indifference in
Zoya's voice.
"I am re-opening SPR. Do you want to come back and work for me." I didn't make it a question. I wanted... I needed
Zoya to be with me. I tried to read her expressions but i saw nothing, not even a trace of emotion shone in her eyes. I
was sure that she would turn around the order and began, desperately, to come up with ways of convincing her.
"Okay." That shock me. I looked at Zoya and saw her grinning the same idiotic grin she always did before. However
there was something else there. Something that i couldn't read.
After that there were lot's of hugs and 'see you tomorrow' (not from Tanveer and Asad). The gang all split up, going home
preparing for tomorrows opening day. Me and Tanveer went straight to our hotel rooms which we conjoined. Even though i
was no longer underage, Tanveer insisted on coming. He said that he was going to make sure i didn't screw this up for a
second time.
But was there going to be a second time?
The pain i saw Mai in when she just looked at me, hurt even from a distance. "Me or Farhaan?" The words echoed
around my head, how could i hurt my Zoya so much and not realise it?
I was wrong earlier, people do change. Zoyahas changed. And i might be part of the reason why she changed.
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