Asya SS : Sex Slave (Updated 05-12) of WEDDING CAROL - Page 2

Originally posted by: -Aashi-

ok now..i dnt promise u to continue reading this cz its ASYA..i hardly evn read arshi these days..but then the plot is sensible...i think u gonna snag a ot readers by ths..all the best 👍🏼

Originally posted by: Shubh007

Awsome and intresting concept... 😊
like the title very much... 😊
Looking forward for update... ..😊
so update soon... 😊

First Battle :

I don't know what I am doing, or who I am now. It is so different out here, I am sitting on a chair getting ready for my only friend bachelorette party. What the heck is wrong with me, I Zoya Farouqui, the President of the precious and one of the richest agencies of China, Che Hang Wan Corporation, is sitting in a Parlor with this idiotic dress which is unable to cover even my half thigh looking more of a school girl then a Corporative Queen. Disgusting. But I can't do anything either.

I am born in the little village of China, with the male protagonist. My father was Muslim and my mother Chinese, interesting combination na? but it was the combination, but as my father died in early age, only my name left as Muslim, and my religion, does it matter? I don't think so. So I am the richest women in the world, but still to make my pace in this male protagonist world is as same as before, today people say, Women and men's are same, but I asked where? Where they are same? Still people look at me, with horror and pity eyes. Why? Because I am not married yet? I don't have family? Why family and Man is so important in anyone's life. I have hell lots of money, so much that I can feed a small country in Africa for decades. But still I am Women, Lonely Women, which disgust me. And other hand Marriage is like a trap.. I feel sophisticated with it. But see still I am sitting here just for my friend Khushi. What a story she had. Arnav and Khushi, I wish they live happily ever after, as my ever after I don't know I even have or no.

Still not ready? A charming voice interrupt my thoughts, I knew who is their, Khushi's sister Madhu.

I turned around and got up immediately, ignoring the stares of my hair dresser : I am ready. I said politely.

Good , very good, lets head back, every one is ready, and just asking for you, you know Khushi is looking so pretty, completely gorgeous. So this is Madhu, who talks almost non-stop unlike Khushi, who is little calm and mature, Madhu is good too, but she talks a lot, more then my liking, but I am not going to tell her, I walked with her till the door, and still she is talking. And I am just listening, Not listening basically, I am doing my own work, Making quotation for RND media in my head, I am good in it, and second it even save time, I have to give them best price till tomorrow and I have to talk to my Accountant too. I have also have to put all the Roger's account on hold, they have some security issues on which we can't work with, and then I also have too make sure WAFAI is ..

Stop Madhu, what are you doing ? Khushi's voice broke my and planning but it didn't offend me, and I am happy too, that Madhu is now, QUIET. A quiet with Big Q. A relief and a bit uncomforting emotions spread in my chest, here in front of me all the family and friends of Khushi is standing. Madhu, Her sister, Ashta, Her sister in law, Payal, Ashta's Sister in law. Chanchan again Ashta's sister in law. And a limo which is park just behind them grinning toward me, like they won some prize money, I Guess they had too as I am not wearing my business suit and this crap, Khushi is indeed looking beautiful in her Pink and blue halter neck dress which ends just above her knees and hair is open with little curl in it. And I am wearing, what it's say, she told me, something lam.. Be.. Doo... Or like that, I don't know, but it is cool, not much I like but what I am doing from a week is also not me, right.. So what if it is again not me.. but I know what she is wearing as she eat our mind in selecting this dress, almost a week. Uff. But I guess it was a nice memory.

I went straight to her and hug her cheesily. She knows I am not so comfortable in all this thing, she understand. And then without any delay, she announced our departure, and we left.

We reached our destination about an hour ago, and I never had any hour like that, why don't they understand it is not my Day, it's Khushi's day, but from past one hour, they are trying to match me with someone.

Khushi spoke ; Zoya, look at him, isn't he nice? At least have a look.. This must be the twenty fifth time I rejected the picture, They are trying to fix me up, and I don't want to, what is wrong with them. I sigh. I shouted but it was all in vein, they blackmailed me, My friend even blackmailed me. What she said : JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE FOR AT LEAST ONE NIGHT.

JUST ONE NIGHT.. Aahh.. And then what, pretend it never happened. Is it so simple? No it is not, but still I am sitting here, pretending I am hearing them, but I am not, I am to complicated for any one to be handle, and the most important, I don't want anyone to control me.

As I was in my world something strikes me, I un consciously look toward the monitor, like someone called my name, and my world axis stop in it place. Those eyes, just came and stayed their.. Suddenly all my veins and my mind got blank, like my heart stopped trumping.. Who is he? His eyes are so powerful, so deep.. So passionate.

No! No ! No! it is not correct, I don't want to see that, but I am helpless, my mind is screaming to look away, but that mind only not letting me move.. Not even an inch.. My eyes are glued on those eyes and nothing else, like it have some magnetism and it is pulling me toward him.. Like a wave who get pulled un conditionally by Moon..

Me Zoya Faroodui, Lost My first Battle without my Knowledge.

He is Prince ASAD AHMED. Prince of Behjam. Khushi Announced and my heart drop another beat..

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