|AsYa & ArShi FF:Classified Love Thread I| (Complete) - Page 79

Asad had a hard time sleeping that night, not that the day was any better. As soon as the white Mercedes disappeared from his view he started feeling...empty.

He sat on the front porch of the house for hours as the other enjoyed the festivities in the neighbouring farm house. He had a lot of time to think now, too bad it was a bit too late. He missed her as soon as she left his sight, the pain in his chest growing exponentially, and in that moment he knew that he couldn't live without her.

But did she feel the same? Her cold voice saying 'Well then I guess this is goodbye, it was nice knowing you Mr. Khan. I hope you have a great life,' ran through his mind over and over again until he thought that he'd go crazy. Only then had he carried himself up to his room and fallen on the bed.

Being in the room was nothing short of torture, the pillows smelled like her, he could see her lying down next to him on the bed and standing on the sofa. He sighed and closed his eyes, the events of the past few hours replaying in his head over and over again.

They didn't leave when he finally fell asleep either, they turned into nightmares, where Zoya was taken away from him by Ghafoor's men or she was married to a faceless man, who he presumed to be Rehan.

Asad woke up startled at midnight when his phone rang, Khushi's number flashing across the screen.

"Hello?" He said picking up the phone.

"A-asad?" Khushi sobbed from the other side.

"What happened? Are you okay? Is Zoya okay?" Asad said springing up in the bed.

"Sh-She's gone." Khushi cried.

"What do you mean she is gone?" Asad asked, his tone firm.

"Sh-She...we were at the airport, and she went to the bathroom...she is not in there, we checked all of the bathrooms...she is not here." Khushi cried.

"Khushi...shhh. It'll be all right okay." Asad reassured her.

"Wha-What if something happens to her?"

"Nothing will happen to her, I won't let anything happen. I am going to find her, I promise you that much. Now I am going to send Arnav to you, and I am going to go find Zoya. Did she have her phone?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later." He said hanging up. He dragged his hand through his hair, grabbing at the roots, wanting to pull it out as he let out a small yell. He had no idea where she was, how she was, and who took her. He had a strong inclination that the answer to the last one was Ghafoor Siddiqui.

"ARNAV!" Asad yelled banging on the door.

A frantic Arnav opened the door, his eyes wide and his hair a mess.

"What happened?"

"Zoya is missing, Khushi is at the airport, she didn't sound too good. Go to her, and I'll find Zoya." Asad said walking into the room and going to the closet. He pulled out his gun and a few other gadgets then turned around.

"Where is the tracker?" He asked.

Arnav went to his bedside drawer and took out the red cellphone. "She has her cellphone on her?"

"According to Khushi, yes."

"Siddiqui's men would be dumb enough to leave it with her." Arnav said recalling how easy it was to rescue Khushi all those weeks ago.

Asad nodded and typed the code for Zoya's cell phone. He was glad that they'd installed chips in both the girls' phones, he could track them even if the phone was broken or turned off.

"Found her! She is stationary just outside of Gurgaon." Asad said hoping that the phone was in fact on her person instead of lying around somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

"You going to be okay?" Arnav asked walking out of the bathroom, dressed to go.

"Yeah. I'll call you if I need anything. The idiots only took her about 20 km away from the airport." Asad said to Arnav as they walked out of the room. Although Asad sounded confident, he was scared shitless. A feeling that was very new to him. He was always confident and at ease, a kidnapping was the easier part of the job. He'd been in a lot of hostage situation but he'd never felt like this before. The urge to destroy everything in his path until he got to the hostage. But the person that was kidnapped this time was Zoya, his Zoya.

"It'll be okay. You'll find her." Arnav said picking up on Asad's discomfort. Asad got into his Vaquish that he had shipped here from Bhopal and Arnav in his BMW, they both sped towards the city.

Asad hooked his phone to the car's Bluetooth and dialled Zoya's number and pressed the "force pickup" button on his phone which would activate Zoya's phone automatically.

Zoya's POV

I was supposed to go to the bathroom and go back out to the boarding area. And onto the plane, where I would brood over and cry over that idiot. That is it. But suddenly I was hit over the head and when I woke up I definitely wasn't at an airport.

I am stuck in some weird smelling building, with my hands tied behind my back, my sight restricted by a thick black cloth. I'd stopped yelling a while ago, my throat parched, and passed out. I tried to wiggle my hands out of the rope tied around my hands, but the idiots actually knew how to tie knots. I had heard about three men, three men were keeping me hostage. They had yet to say what for.

I was scared shitless. And I just wished Asad would barge into here and take me away just like that first night. I knew he would come running as soon as he found out, and Khushi had probably called him by now. He'd find me. I knew he would.

But a little nagging voice in the back of my head said that he wouldn't come, his job was done. He'd handed me over to Jiju, why would he come running? It is not like he loves me...he would have said something if he did despite being the emotionally challenged idiot he was...

Shut up Zoya. Ah, the return of inner Khushi.

I am allowed to be sad and cynical okay? The guy I f**king love is an idiot who didn't even ask me to stay or say goodbye properly and I've been kidnapped.

The Zoya I know and love would not sit around and mope, she'd try to get out of this situation. And he f**king loves you too, and he'll be here and kick everyone's ass.

Well, how am I supposed to do that when I am blindfolded and tied to a f**king chair. And he so doesn't love me, but we can talk about that after he rescues me...if he does.

Oh yeah. Still though, lets brainstorm. And he will be here. DUH.

You know sometimes I think I am crazy for hearing you in my head, I don't even know if this is real or a figment of my imagination. Did you do something to my brains during all those sleepovers?

Of course I am a figment of your imagination, you are such a dumb blonde sometimes. You think I am smart enough to perform brain surgery on you?

Haha, true. And you are kind of handicapped with tools.

HEY! That's mean.

Shut up, I hear someone.

"Ah, you're awake." I heard a gruff voice say from about 4 meters away, the man sounded young, perhaps around my own age with a slight British accent.

"Who are you?" I asked but got no response as the footsteps moved closer and closer until the person was standing right in front of me. I flinched away as I felt a rough finger touch my chin.

"Such a pretty little thing." The voice whispered as my heart started hammering with fear.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I said accentuating every word.

"Or what?"

"I am not going to be the one that is going to do the harming, so we'll just wait for him to get here."

"Hm, you are feisty little thing aren't you? I wish my dad had more hostages like you." He laughed. "And no one knows where you are so no one is going to show up rescue you." He said as his finger caressed my cheek again. Dad, that means he must be the son of Ghafoor Siddiqui, the infamous, not really, Akram.

"Don't f**king touch me you sick f**k." I said again.

Hey Zoya, don't egg him on. You are kind of in a predicament here...and he's in control.

"You are very sexy when you are angry." He laughed.

"Shut up and take this f**king blindfold off." I said.

"Well I can't deny sexy women so..." He said as I felt his hand reach behind me unknot the blindfold. I slowly opened my eyes and shut them again, damn, the room was bright. I slowly opened them again and blinked a few times adjusting to the surroundings.

I was in some room, a very small one at that with stark white walls, a little kitchen to the right and what seemed to be the bathroom to the left. My purse was lying on the a table to my right, close enough to reach if my arms were not tied.

I looked in front of me to see a man, around 5'10. His face was covered with stubble, he'd be kind of cute if he wasn't a sadistic kidnapper.

"Where am I?"

"I can't tell you that now can I sexy?" He smirked as I glared at him.

"Let me go."

"I thought you were supposed to be smart, declared a genius and all according to the world...you really think I am going to let you go?"

"What do you want?"

"Ah, the right question." He smirked pulling up a chair and sitting right across from me, a bit too close for comfort. He leaned in further his face a few centimeters from mine as I turned my head to the side.

"My father wants you to take back your statement. You need to say that you were forced to say all of that because of the agency." He said his breath fanning out across my face as my eyes shut. If my hands were untied I'd strangle him for invading my personal space. "What I want on the other hand..." He said moving back, I looked back to see his eyes travelling up and down my frame. I shivered in disgust, I'd never felt so...dirty.

"And if I don't..."

"You don't have much of a choice, Zoya. Such a lovely name for such a pretty face. I wonder if you are this pretty all over."

"You are disgusting, you know that?"

Zoya, we don't insult our kidnappers. Khushi spoke again.

He didn't say anything but just smirked.

"Your dad is already in jail...there is a lot more clues against him than just me." I pointed out.

"Yeah, but you are a witness...without your testament he could easily slip out of this case." He smirked. "I kind of feel sorry for you, you have no choice, either you change your testament or we kill you."

"You wouldn't. You won't gain anything by killing me." I smiled as he paled realizing that I had called out his bluff. They weren't going to kill me, they couldn't. If I was killed his father would be the number one suspect behind it.

"You think you are a smartass don't you?" He asked.

"I don't think I am. I know." I replied in the most ladylike manner.

"Shut the f**k up." He muttered.

I just smirked at him, this idiot was in charge of the operation. It was almost as if he could hear what I was thinking, because as soon as I thought it his hand met with my face, hard. And boy did it sting.

Asad's POV

Nothing, and I mean nothing, not even years of training can teach you to be calm when the girl you love is in danger. And nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing can keep you from thinking about ripping apart the man, who is threatening and touching her, limb by limb.

This girl was crazy, and this was confirmed by how she kept egging on her kidnapper as I listened. I could hear every word clearly and I have never, never ever wanted to kill a man so bad.

"You don't have much of a choice, Zoya. Such a lovely name for such a pretty face. I wonder if you are this pretty all over." He said causing my hands to tighten around the steering wheel as I sped through the Delhi traffic. Only I was allowed to even think about how pretty she looked all over.

"You are disgusting, you know that?" This girl, you don't insult your kidnappers. From the sound of it she was bound and he was sitting very close to her. "Your dad is already in jail...there is a lot more clues against him than just me." She said when he didn't say anything.

"Yeah, but you are a witness...without your testament he could easily slip out of this case. I kind of feel sorry for you, you have no choice, either you change your testament or we kill you." My breath caught in my throat.

"You wouldn't. You won't gain anything by killing me." Stupid brave girl, you don't say things like that when you are a hostage.

"You think you are a smartass don't you?" He asked.

"I don't think I am. I am." I smiled despite of myself, Zoya was absolutely crazy yet endearing.

"Shut the f**k up." The man muttered. Everything was silent all of a sudden until the sound of skin slapping skin sounded loudly in my car followed by a quiet whimper.

I was going to kill him when I got there.

"That's more like it. That is exactly how women should be. Tied up, submissive and quiet."

"Don't say anything Zoya." I whispered.

"You chauvinistic pig! No real man hits a woman you bas***d." She yelled.

No no no. I sped through the traffic as fast I could, I was shocked that I hadn't hit another car by now. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I heard him slap her again.

"Stop touching me you asshole." She seethed.

"Shut up." He yelled, yes Zoya please shut up.

"What are you going to do? Hit me? You f**king weak man, it makes you feel powerful doesn't it? To hit a woman, especially one who can't even move."

"Shut the f**k up you bitch." He yelled. I cringed as I heard a chair fall. "you see, now that's a women's position, on her knees. What a sight. Actually, wait, it can be improved now can't it, if your clothes were off."

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER." I yelled, I don't know why. It is not like he could hear me. I was almost there. Almost.

"He'll skin you alive if you touch me." Zoya said, and damn right I would.

"Who exactly is this he you keep referring to? No one is going to come save you bitch."

I breathed a sigh of relief as a small one story building came into view, a light visible on the first floor. I stopped my car a few meters away, making sure not to alert anyone of my presence.

I took out my gun and walked towards the building.

Zoya's POV

I gulped as I walked backwards, he didn't stop walking towards me though. With every step I took back he stepped forward. Although, my face didn't show it, I was afraid.

The smug bas***d smiled as my back hit the wall. Shit. I was trapped.

"So feisty." He purred at me. An angry growl built in my chest, I wanted to rip his balls off and nail him to the chair.

I inwardly cringed as he put one arm on my waist and my brain started freaking out realizing that no one was coming to save me. f**k f**k f**k.

I tried my best to pull away from him but I was stuck. "Don't f**king touch me!"

"Oh not so feisty anymore are we?." He crooned mockingly. "Does it scare you when I touch you? Does it make you feel things you never felt before?" He smirked running his hands over my waist down to my ass. My eyes closed on their own accord, I felt so violated. He continued to talk, his voice menacing. "You're probably a virgin aren't you?"

"Let me go. Now, you f**king excuse of a man." I told him, I was surprised at how confident my voice actually sounded.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said the 'excuse of a man' part. I cringed as he pushed me up against the wall. I tried my best to not cry. "I always take what I want, so you can either give it to me or I can take it." He laughed grasping my ass. I couldn't help the tear escape from my eye, this was it.

"I'm going to kill you, you f**king bas***d." I screamed at him.

"Oh no, allow me." I heard a very familiar voice from behind him.

I wasn't going to add that last sentence, but I didn't want to get killed so I did! Anywhooo, lemme know what you think :)

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