FF: Web of Lies - COMPLETED on p80 - Page 33

UPDATE SOONN PLZZ... in the mean time im gonna read the FF again.. for the 10th time today

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning, Asad leads Zoya into the K-7 Enterprises offices. He politely holds the door open and steps back for her. She keeps her head held high and brushes past him. They are both stiff and cool, not looking at each other.

Surita looks up from her diagrams. Her bright smile fades as she picks up on the crackling tension between them.

"Good morning," she says quietly.

"Good morning," Zoya mutters and stalks over to her workstation.

Asad remains at the door, his mouth pressed into a thin line as he watches her. He waits until she sits down before greeting Surita. Asad is about to leave when he sees Dev come out of Kesavan's office. Dev's face is very red and he glares daggers at Zoya. She responds by raising her eyebrows and giving him a sweet smile. Dev's hiss of indrawn breath is so loud Asad can hear it from across the room.

"What's going on?" Asad demands as he crosses the room in long, ground-eating strides.

Dev gives him a sour look. "None of your business."

Zoya jumps out of her chair, coming between them. "Speaking of business, is there anything I can help you with, Dev?" She nods to her desktop. "I've completed all my current accounts. I'll be happy to assist you with your clients, er, client."

Dev narrows his eyes at her, malice clear in his gaze. Asad takes Zoya's elbow and tugs her away, towards the service counter.

"What's going on between you two?"

Zoya reaches for a coffee cup. "He's upset because I have a full roster of clients and he only has one." She calmly programs the cappuccino machine. "Notice I have a new pile of assignments and he doesn't have any?"

Asad looks back at Dev, a frown drawing grooves between his eyebrows. Dev pounds away at his keyboard, frustration apparent in every stroke.

"Is it safe to leave you here with him?" Asad murmurs.

"Safe?" Zoya takes her cup, now full of steaming caffeine. "Is this about the security guard again, Mr. Khan?"

Asad transfers his frown to her. "No, it's about your hot-headed, bad-tempered coworker who keeps glaring at you."

She blows carefully on her drink to cool it. "How is he any different than the other hot-headed, bad-tempered coworker who keeps glaring at me?"

"What other coworker?" Asad demands.

She raises her eyebrows meaningfully. He has the grace to color at her gentle accusation.

"I am not your co-worker," Asad mutters.

"And yet..." she trails off to take a cautious sip.

Asad narrows his eyes at her. She smiles over the rim of her cup and comes away with a thin line of foam over her upper lip.

"Relax, Mr. Khan. I can handle Dev."

Asad taps his own mouth to bring her attention to the foam. She frowns then flicks out her tongue to clean it away. She misses a spot. Asad gestures again. Zoya rolls her eyes but tries to reach it. Finally Asad plucks a tissue out of the box and holds it out to her.

"Really, Mr. Khan. Must you constantly point out my every little fault?" She puts the cup down and snatches the napkin from him. "I'm not helpless or stupid. I don't need you to stand over me all day long. I'm an intelligent, capable person."

She wipes her lip then throws the crumpled napkin on the counter. Asad picks it up by the corner and deposits it in the waste bin.

"I'm not saying you're incapable or unintelligent. I merely pointed out a milk stain."

She takes another sip. Again, a froth of foam clings to her mouth. "Malak says that if you constantly find fault with me, the problem isn't me -- it's you!"

Color flushes into Asad's face. He curls his hands into fists. "I'm not interested in what Malak has to say about anything."

She shrugs and takes another sip.

"Good-bye, Ms. Farooqui." Asad turns for the door. "I'll see you at eleven."

"Good-bye, Mr. Khan."

Zoya sits down, not bothering to wipe away the foam, and starts to sort through her new files. Soon she's engrossed in her work and doesn't stir until Surita speaks.

"Good morning, Malak." Then she gaps. "What happened to you?"

Zoya looks up from her assignments. Malak limps into office, a crutch under his arm. She jumps out of her chair to rush to him.

"Malak, are you okay?" she asks anxiously.

"I'm fine, Zoya," he assures her. "Just a silly accident."

"What happened?" She tucks her shoulder under his other arm and put her hands on his waist to support him.

"I went jogging this morning and was so busy looking around that I didn't see a rock in my path." Malak laughs lightly but leans heavily on Zoya. "My knee is bruised and swollen but, luckily, nothing's broken."

"Are you sure?" Zoya guides him into his office. "Did a doctor look at it? Who's taking care of you?"

"I'm a big boy, Zoya." Malak reassures her, easing away from her support. "I can take care of myself."

"Not in India, not like this." Zoya puts her hands on her hips. "How did you get back to the hotel? How did you get to the hospital?"

"I limped back to the hotel and the staff arranged for a taxi." Malak settles into his chair with a relieved sigh.

"A taxi!" Zoya gasps. "You could have had a broken knee and all they did was order a ride? What if you have a head injury or Appendicitis? What will they do then? Make a doctor's appointment while you suffer a possible life-threatening emergency?"

"Calm down, Zoya," he soothes. "You're blowing this way out of proportion."

"What's the proportion in this? You've been here less than a week. How many accidents have you already had?" She holds up her fingers to tick them off. "You've broken your finger, suffered from food poisoning and now you have a bruised knee. What's next?"

"I'm in a new country." Malak's voice is calm and reasonable. "You know what it's like when you're not familiar with the area and the behaviors. You've only been here a short time yourself."

"The difference is that I've have a family with me." Zoya's voice, by contrast, is high and tight. "I have Phupee to guide me, Najma to support me and even Mr. Khan---" She breaks off when she sees Malak's color darken.

His eyes glitter with something deeper than pain. "What about Asad?"

"He watches my back," she says softly, aware of Malak's darkening mood.

"That's not all he watches of you," Malak mutters. "You know he doesn't think of you as a friend, don't you?"

Zoya shakes her head. She opens her mouth to speak but Malak's steady gaze stops her. It takes her a few seconds to regroup. She clears her throat.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about him or about us," she explains carefully. "Our relationship is...complicated."

Malak snorts. "Not that complicated. Either you're friends or you're not. If he's not your family or your friend, then why are you with him?"

Zoya hesitates and they hear Kesavan calling out to them.

"Zoya! Malak! Where are you?" His voice is high-pitched and shrill. "We have a serious problem."

"Coming!" Zoya calls out and assists Malak from his chair.

He brushes off her offer to help him walk and jams the crutch under his arm. Zoya waits in the doorway. Kesavan is standing between his office door and Zoya's workstation. Dev gets up slowly while Surita hurries across the room to join them.

"What is it, Mr. Nair?" she asks.

"We were detected three times." Kesavan slaps a pile of folders onto Zoya's desk. "Zoya hit ten websites and was caught three times. They even traced back to us."

"What?" Zoya rushes over and grabs the folders. She flips through them rapidly. "I was clean, I know I was." She turns to Malak. "Nothing followed me back. I looked for recorders, tracers and spiders. I didn't encounter anything that could bounce back to me."

"Are you sure?" Kesavan speaks through clenched teeth, his voice icy with barely leashed control.

"Of course I'm sure." Zoya drops the files back on her desk. "In fact, I used my codes to break into a local security company only a few weeks ago. You know how stringent they are about web security and I hacked them."

"What site?" Kesavan demands. "What proof do you have that you did so? How do I know you hit that site clean?"

Zoya gasps. "Are you saying I'm lying to you?"

"Stop it!" Malak's voice is so loud it rumbles like thunder.

They all turn to look at him. Even Tej comes out of Kesavan's office to join them. Malak's face is as cold and unyielding as Kesavan's as he glares at his partner. Kesavan's eyes widen and Malak draws a deep breath.

"Stop and think about what you're saying." Malak's voice is calmer but his gaze is still icy. "Zoya is not some two-bit geek you hired just because he's family." Malak's gaze touches on Dev but returns immediately to Kesavan. "She's a highly trained and skilled web security specialist. You've worked with her. You know her. Tell me, do you really think a hacker of Zoya's caliber does shoddy work?"

Kesavan blinks. He falters under Malak's unyielding gaze, his expression changing from anger to confusion and finally to embarrassment. He flushes with color and looks down. There is dead silence until Kesavan finally looks up again.

He rubs his forehead. "I'm sorry, Zoya. I was wrong to accuse you. I should have waited until I'd gotten all the facts and not jumped to conclusions."

Zoya also looks down. "It's okay."

She picks up a file and flips it open, her expression hidden by her long hair. Malak is not so forgiving.

'No, it's not okay," he says forcefully. "This is a careless but serious mistake. We're damaging your reputation as well as our own. We need to find out what went wrong."

"Yes, yes." Kesavan sounds calm and even eager now. "We all agree that Zoya's skill is not at fault so the problem has to come from another source."

"It's the network." Zoya announces.

"What?" Kesavan and Malak say in unison.

She holds up the folder. "Look at the detection time stamp. I hit all my sites in the morning but this time stamp is for two o'clock in the afternoon."

Malak snatches up another folder and checks the recorded time. "This is the same. The hit was detected hours later. There's no way this could have been Zoya's fault." He looks up at her. "There's some sort of terminal echo on our network."

"Help me here." Kesavan takes the folder from Zoya. "What's a terminal echo?"

"It's information packets bouncing and repeating because they're not on a controlled network." Malak explains.

Kesavan looks to Dev but Dev shrugs his shoulders.

"It's like how voices echo in a large, empty space," Zoya explains. "If that same space is filled, they don't echo because the sound can't bounce around like crazy. It's the same on the internet. Information packets, like sound, go every which way if they're not a network to guide them."

"The time stamps on these accounts tells us that some of the information packets didn't make it to the destination site until hours after Zoya deployed them," Malak continues. "That means either the network didn't direct them properly or Zoya went back in with inferior codes. Now, since she wasn't here in the afternoon and these all trace back to her computer, the only possibility is an echo emitted from her terminal."

Kesavan stares at him. "Are you saying we screwed up because we didn't secure our network?"

Malak meets his gaze head on. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Kesavan sighs heavily. "Dev built the network and Tej secured it." He glares at the two men in turn. "Any chance you might have missed something?"

Tej stiffens but says nothing. He looks to Dev then looks away.

Dev flushes dark red. He glares daggers at Zoya. "Don't blame me for her mistakes."

"She's Zero Strike. She doesn't make stupid mistakes," Malak snaps. "Unlike some people."

Dev straightens and curls his hands into fists. Tej remains cool and impassive, his face a blank mask. Kesavan holds up his hand.

"None of that," he orders. "I want you both to recheck every setup, every router, every piece of code and even rebuild the firewall."

Dev freezes. "Firewall?"

Kesavan closes his eyes as he fights for control. "You didn't build a firewall around our network as I specifically ordered you to?"

"No, no! I did," Dev assures him. "It...it's just the first thing I'll check, that's all."

Zoya jerks her head to stare at him. She flashes back to her conversation with Asad after her first day at work.

"He can't be much of a security specialist if his only protection is to turn off his monitor." She turns in her seat to face Asad. "Mr. Khan, we're on a shared network with internet access. Dev didn't even set up a firewall. I could access his machine remotely and install a key recorder to break his passwords just like that." She snaps her fingers to demonstrate.

"Do we need a firewall?" Surita asks timidly.

Her words bring Zoya back to the present. Zoya and the men stare at her.

Surita sweeps her hand out in front of herself. "All the vegetation around here is soft and moist. I don't think they'll catch fire easily."

"He means a network firewall," Zoya explains. "It's the simplest security step. It puts a password on the computers on our network."

"Oh." Surita looks relieved. "I see."

They all separate. Surita goes back to her desk, Kesavan to his office and Dev and Tej head towards the server room. Malak and Zoya are left standing by her desk.

Zoya turns to Malak. "What would you like me to do?"

"You need to start prepping your next sites. I'm going to personally trace every one of these hits to see where we lost it." He looks at her regretfully. "Unfortunately, I'll need your computer logons to run the trace."

"Of course." Zoya grabs a piece a paper and begins listing her user ID's and passwords. "Would you like me to help you with the traces?"

"No, thank you." Malak grimaces. "We're paying you an exorbitant amount of money. I'm not wasting your skills on network traces when I have Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum to do grunt work." He takes the paper from her. "I'm really sorry about this, Zoya. I can reset all of our network passwords but I may have compromised your hacking codes."

Zoya waves him off. "No, you didn't. My base codes aren't even saved on your network, remember? Getting into our network won't give anyone my codes."

Malak blinks. "Oh, okay. I'm glad all your hard work is still secure."

Zoya grins. "Like you said, Zero Strike doesn't make stupid mistakes." Then her smile fades. "Thank you, Malak."

"For what?"

"For believing in me." Her smile fades away. "You defended me even before I could prove I wasn't responsible for the detections. You didn't doubt me at all."

"Zoya, you're one of the best. We've both seen what you can do," He hugs her to his side. "Kesavan just forgot that in the heat of the moment."

"You didn't." Zoya hugs him back. "You didn't forget for a single second."

"I may be your boss but I'm also your friend." Malak rests his cheek on her head. "I have your best interest at heart."

"I know." She kisses his cheek lightly. "Anyway, thank you for having my back."

"Always." He looks at her with deep intensity. "Never forget that I'll always have your back."

Zoya frowns at his intensity but hugs him again before releasing him. Malak gives her a reassuring smile before he hobbles away. Zoya watches him thoughtfully until he closes his office door. Then she turns her attention to her computer, the thoughtful frown still in place.

***

Later that afternoon, Zoya is sitting at her computer in Asad's conference room. The piles of paper around her are smaller and there are less of them. Zoya ignores them, her attention on the monitor in front of her. She watches the remote image from her office computer. The image window stays blank.

"Actually, Malak, a terminal echo isn't the only possible reason a hack was traced back to my computer," she says to the empty room. "Someone could be sabotaging my work. Now, who is angry with me, has access to my client files and has already installed a keystroke recorder on my computer?"

She brings up her private website. A few mouse clicks later, she has an open webcam view. The scene is of her computer workstation. The edges of the image show the leaves of the plant she used to hide the camera. Her chair is empty and her desk is as she left it.

"Now, Dev, use my computer and I've got you." She leans closer to the screen in anticipation. "Malak believes me but Mr. Nair isn't sure. He's not going to get rid of you until I have solid proof that you're ruining his client relationships just to make me look bad."

She switches to another view and the image of a game of Spider Solitaire fills the screen. Zoya sniffs. "Seriously, Dev. You're playing one suite easy and you still can't beat the game?"

She arranges the windows so she can see Dev's desktop, her desktop and her webcam at the same time. She sorts files as she watches the monitor. Surita appears occasionally to get coffee, Dev grabs sodas and snacks while Tej goes in and out of Kesavan's office. No one appears to pay any attention to her workstation.

"Come on, Dev," Zoya urges. "I prepped two dummy accounts today. The files are right there on my desktop. Take them."

"Who are you talking to now?" Asad asks from the doorway. "Which files? Do you want me to take them?"

"Hmm?" She turns to frown at him. "No, I was talking about---" She stops abruptly. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand."

His expression tightens and hurt darkens his eyes but his voice remains cool and even. "I'm finished for the day. Why don't we go home early?"

"Why? It's not even three o'clock" Zoya gestures to the computer even though the monitor is facing away from Asad. "I have a lot of work to do."

"Do it tomorrow." He takes the file she's holding and puts it down beside her. "I'll let Prasad know we're leaving. Be ready in five minutes."

"I can't be ready that soon. I planned to work until at least five o'clock today."

"Then change your plans." He turns for the door.

"Wait! May I use your laptop to synchronize some files before we go?"

He turns back to her with a heavy sigh. "Ms. Farooqui, you don't have to take on so much stress over this. I know we threw off your timeline. No one will be upset if you don't finish on schedule. Let's just relax for the rest of the day."

"But, wait, Mr. Khan." She puts out her hand as if reaching for him. "I'm at a delicate point. I really need your laptop or I could end up losing a lot of work."

He stops at the door and turns to face her. "Ms. Farooqui, I appreciate the time and effort you're putting into this project but it's not necessary. We'll all be patient. You'll finish it when you finish it." His cell phone rings. "That's Prasad. I'm going to grab my briefcase."

He leaves the conference room. Zoya stamps her foot in frustration.

"Now what do I do?' she asks the computer. "Mr. Khan won't let me use his laptop and Najma took my tablet to school with her. How am I supposed to trap Dev if I can't watch the webcam and my desktop simultaneously?"

She sighs and sets the webcam to record. "At least I'll catch him at my workstation. The time stamps will match any hacks he tries from my terminal. I'll get him breaking into my computer later."

***

Cut to Asad and Zoya entering their house. It's very quiet and still.

"Ammi?" Asad calls out. "Tamatar?"

"Phupee is still at the orphanage." Zoya explains. "And Najma is at college. Phupee will pick her up when she finishes."

Asad puts his briefcase down beside the living room sofa. "I'm going to my room to rest. Let me know when they're home."

Zoya doesn't respond. Her focus is on his laptop case.

"Ms. Farooqui?" he prompts.

"Huh?" Zoya jerks her attention back to him.

"I said I'm going to my room. Let me know when Ammi and Tamatar come home."

"Yes, sure." Zoya nods, still distracted.

Asad narrows his eyes and follows her gaze. He picks up his laptop. She puts her hand out to stop him.

"May I use your laptop while you're resting?" she asks hopefully. "Najma has my tablet and there's a program I really need to watch."

"Ms. Farooqui, those serials will rot your brain," he chides her. "Why don't you read a book or meditate? Do something that enriches your mind."

She bounces on her tip-toes. "My mind is fine, Mr. Khan. I really need to know what's happening on this program."

"Those shows are illogical and poorly written. What intelligent person wastes their time watching that garbage?"

She gasps. "Are you saying I'm stupid, Mr. Khan?"

He rubs his eyebrows. "No, I'm only suggesting you do something that allows your mind to relax."

"I am relaxed!"

He crosses his arms, laptop case still in hand. "You're fidgeting like a child who needs to use the washroom."

"First I'm stupid and now I'm a child?" She puts her hands on her hips. "This is what you think of me? Malak was right. You don't appreciate me at all!"

"Malak is not all-seeing and all-knowing," Asad snarls.

"Maybe not but he sure has you pegged."

He drops the laptop case onto the sofa. "Ms. Farooqui, do not discuss me with that man."

"Fine. Since you think I'm such an idiot, I won't discuss anything about you or with you ever again!" She whirls away from him.

"Wait. I didn't say that!"

Asad reaches for her but Zoya flounces to her bedroom and slams the door behind her. She leans against it and counts to one hundred.

"Calm down," she murmurs to herself. "You're Zoya Farooqui. There's nothing you can't do. Just go out there and check. Maybe he left his laptop on the sofa."

She opens the door and looks into the living room. It's empty. She searches around but Asad's briefcase is not there.

"Okay, that means he took it into his room," she whispers. "Not a problem."

Tiptoeing quietly, she goes to his bedroom door and tries the door knob. The door is locked. She puts her ear against the glass and listens intently. The sound of running water can be heard.

"Still not a problem." She smiles. "Locked doors have never stopped me before."

Zoya goes out the patio door and up to Asad's window. Cautiously she peeks into his room. It appears to be empty. She pushes the window open and climbs in. His laptop case is sitting on the desk beside the sofa.

"He's not using it but won't let me use it," she mutters. "And then he calls me a child. Who's the one behaving like a brat?"

Carefully, she eases the laptop out of the bag. She looks around for something to put in its place. An oversized, hard-bound copy of Sun Tzu's The Art of War catches her attention. The book is worn with multiple page markers sticking out of the side. She flips through the glossy pages and sees that Asad has underlined passages and even written notes in the margins. She shuts the heavy book and studies the cover again.

"Hmm," she murmurs, "this actually explains a lot about Mr. Khan."

The water turns off and she quickly puts the book in his laptop case and sneaks back out the window. Asad comes out of the bathroom just as she's easing the window shut. Zoya freezes. Luckily Asad is drying his face with a towel, covering his eyes. She latches the window just as Asad pulls the towel away. Zoya crouches down outside his window and squeezes her eyes shut, head down, shoulders hunched and a pained grimace on her face.

After a few seconds she cautiously opens her eyes and looks up. Asad hasn't appeared at the window. She relaxes and draws a deep breath. Zoya scuttles away and hurries back into the house. Seconds later she back in her bedroom, the precious laptop cradled in her arms.

She connects to her website and brings up the live feed. Her office cubicle is empty and the dummy files are still on her desk.

"Alright Dev, let's see what you've been up to, shall we?" she mummers.

She splits the screen to watch real-time while she reviews the recorded video on fast speed. Her workstation stays empty the entire time.

"I don't get," she says to her fluffy white pillows. "Dev didn't come near my workstation. How can he sabotage my work unless he's at my computer?" She gets up to pace her room as she thinks out loud. "Did he spoof my IP address? Does he even have the skill? No. I watched his computer all afternoon and he hasn't worked on anything. The moron can't even win a game of Solitaire!"

Asad throws open her door with such force it bangs into the wall. Zoya whirls around to stare at him.

"Mr. Khan, you should knock before you enter someone's room!"

He holds up his copy of The Art of War. "Like you did when you took my laptop?"

"Oh!" She stares at the book and shifts, trying to hide his laptop behind her back.

Asad sees his computer on her bed and goes to retrieve it. "Ms. Farooqui, what is so compelling about that serial that you had to steal my laptop to watch it?"

Zoya jumps into his path. "I didn't steal it. I just borrowed it. And I planned to have it back to you before you finished resting."

"By breaking into my room again?"

"You're exaggerating, Mr. Khan. It's not breaking and entering if I have permission to be on the property."

They both dance around as Zoya tries to keep him from seeing the screen. Finally Asad twists past her. He reaches for his laptop and freezes, a dark flush racing up his neck and into his face.

He turns back to her, his eyes glittering with seething anger. "You're working on Malak's projects, aren't you?"

"Umm, not really," she hedges.

"Not really?" He turns the laptop around. "Isn't that your workstation in Malak's office? Isn't that your desktop IP across the remote window?"

"Yes, but you don't understand what I'm doing."

He crosses his arms, hands tightly clenched. "Wait a minute. Was this why you wanted to synchronize files before we left the office? Were you doing this at my office earlier? Is Malak that important to you?"

"Mr. Khan, this isn't about Malak. It's about me." She puts her hands on her hips. "I'm trying to defend my job and my reputation."

"You lied to me." He leans in until their faces are only inches apart. "Whenever you lie to me, it means you're hiding something from me. That's what this man does to you. He makes you lie to the people who are responsible for you."

"Lie?" Zoya flushes with color, too. "When did I lie to you?"

"When you said you wanted to use my laptop to watch a serial!"

"I never said that. You just assumed that's what I wanted to do. I need to watch the video I recorded to my website."

"And what is that video of?" His voice is so sharp he hisses out the words.

"My desktop in Malak's office," she admits, some of her bravado fading. "But you don't understand why I'm doing it."

His expression is thunderous. "I don't care why you're doing it. I'm sick and tired of hearing about Malak -- Malak's office, Malak's health, Malak's hotel, Malak's thoughts, Malak's feelings -- all of it! If I ever have to see that man again, trust me, there will be trouble."

Asad snatches up his laptop and storms out of Zoya's room. He slams the door behind him so hard the items on her dresser wobble and tip over. Zoya dives to save a perfume bottle from rolling off the side.

"Well...fine!" She yells at the closed door. "Have it your way. We don't have to talk ever again!"

She looks around her room in impotent rage. There is nowhere to vent her anger. Finally she picks up her Ipod and jams the buds into her ears. She turns on a soft, soothing hymn.

"Maybe Mr. Khan is right and I should try to meditate," she muses. Her mouth twists into a defiant frown. She scrolls through songs until she comes to one with a pounding, electronic beat. "What am I saying? Mr. Khan is never right."

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Author's Notes: As always, all mistakes are mine and made accidentally. This story is not intended to hurt anyone's feelings, culture or beliefs. HUGE thanks go out to my wonderful beta readers!

My personal life has not allowed me to focus as much time on writing as I would like. I didn't want to post this chapter until I had written out the first draft of the rest of the story. Events will move very quickly now that the base is in place. I'll combine the last 4 chapters into only 2 chapters so there will be less wait between updates. Now there are only the last 2 chapters, the epilogue and the sneak peek of ALL THE RIGHT MOVES left. Please stay patient with me!

Again, I want to thank everyone who has posted comments, left private message and clicked on the LIKE button. Your feedback is what keeps me motivated to write this massively long story.

Thank you again,

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Firstly..i want to share something with u...I don't know what kind of telepathy it is..but whichever day I think about "why has web of lies not been updated yet"..it gets updated...

oh well!!!!! asad is rg8 at his point but zoya should just tell him d truth bluntly...

Great update

Beautiful update and waiting for your last 2 patiently.

Woohoo!! You updated!! Thank you!! And WOW!! This is brill!! Oh my God, i hope Zoya finds out who is trying to sabotage her, God, i have a weird feeling it might be Malik... or he is connected to it somehow!! But then, he could be innocent and could be getting beaten into doing all of this, whatever be the matter, i hope she finds out soon!! And Mr. Khan, God, he's always shouting at poor Zoya, but i still love how he's getting jealous, he suits it. This was a GREAT update (like every other one) and the part about the firewall was HILARIOUS!! Where: Surita sweeps her hand out in front of herself. "All the vegetation around here is soft and moist. I don't think they'll catch fire easily." HA HA!! I couldn't stop laughing!! Anyways thanks for the pm, i am too too eager to read on, please update whenever possible and please pm me. Thank you!! x