FF Turnaround NOTE on PG150.. - Page 6

Originally posted by: rosamale

wonderful part. So in this story Zoya is the one who left Asad?😲 i know she might have strong reason behind that😊 continue soon pls

Originally posted by: mariam1368

Awesome update
Am jst loving t
So Zoya is the one who left Asad

Originally posted by: Linsie

asad is very cool towards zoya... and he obviously knows zoya
is trying to run from there...

i really want to know what ??

Originally posted by: --starstruck--

i'm loving this story please do update super soon 😃

Originally posted by: maha2012

Update update update plzzz😭

Originally posted by: awesome

plz cont soon

can't wait more

Another day...another chapter...not so sure bout this one..so give it a read n lemme knw..

Ch6

Building bridges..

I'd gladly walk across the desert
With no shoes upon my feet
To share with you the last bite
Of bread I had to eat
I would swim out to save you
In your sea of broken dreams
When all your hopes are sinkin'
Let me show you what love means


Love can build a bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?
(song-Love can build a bridge- Westlife version)

Zoya collapsed on the floor, as she shut the door, no longer able to stay strong. She felt drained and distressed. Just wanted to drown within herelf and become non-existent. She fought her tears, as she had promised her Aapi she will look beyond her past. But today all her resolve was stolen by Asad's presence. She needed him, more than she needed to live. She wanted to inhale his scent and drown in him, compensate for the 4 years of his absence. He was her rock, her strength, and today the moment they left the party to head home she knew, without him she...tears made their way, flooding her heart and soul, robbing her of words.

On the other side of the city, another lost soul was fighting the same battle. He was pacing and cursing, questioning Allah about his fate. Why had he made a mockery of his life? Why did he always show hope and then take it away? He felt as if his whole world came crashing down. He had walked away, promising himself never to look back. He had taught himself to survive without her, without the warmth of her presence, her crazy mad love, her innocence and zest. But everything was in vain, as the moment he saw her, he knew, he couldn't keep himself away from her. He would fight his way through anything just to be around her. Today when she left...he couldn't finish the sentence.Feeling restless and overwhelmed, he stood up and walked to Ayaan's room. He knew he would be asleep, but it didn't matter. He opened the door and walked past Ayaan and picked up his phone. Getting what he needed he headed back to his room and shut the door behind him. He lay on his bed and dialed her number.

Zoya heard her phone buzz besides her. She absent-mindedly answered her phone, despite it being an unknown number. She managed a hello, barely having the strength to speak

The moment Asad heard her speak, a deep pain shot through his heart. She had been crying. He had known her distress even before he called. Words evaded him.

Asad-So jao'.

Zoya slowly stood up from the floor and walked up to her bed. She lay down, and closed her eyes, phone by her ear.

They lay there hearing each other breathe.

With every breath their heartbeats eased. Their pain faded and their eyes became heavy.

Zoya-Asad'

Asad-Zoya'

And they fell asleep, a deep dreamless sleep.

~~

Zoya had never been this busy. Running form one spot to another. Someday's she was meeting up with a dance instructor, the other day she had a fitness trainer assigned. Being a big banner film, required Zoya to be very well groomed, and well trained in acting, dancing, interacting, you name it. It felt like a scene from the princess diaries. Zoya was amazed and freaked out at the same time. She had a month of workshops to go through before she even got a chance to face the camera and start shooting. The closest thing to facing the camera was her initial photo shoot for the movie that was coming up in 2 days. Zoya was excited about it. She loved photography and had a desire to do it professionally someday. Maybe today she would get a chance to see a photographer in action. Focusing on this aspect, she tactically avoided the voice telling her, that Asad will be there. It had been a fortnight since she saw him, since the time he called her. Post the incident Zoya felt a new sense of purpose take over. She felt like her old confident self, taking each day as it comes. And as for Asad she had dealt with him before, she can do it again. She smiled at her thoughts and carried out with her workout.

Asad didn't even have time to breathe, let alone taking some time out for a workout. He had just wrapped up the promotions of his movie, due to be out for Christmas. He had been travelling all over the place, doing shows and interviews, promoting the movie. Exhausted by the end of the day, Asad would literally crash on his bed and sleep in a matter of seconds. He liked it. Being busy kept him focused. And ever since the movie launch, his sleep had returned to him. He wouldn't acknowledge it but he knew the reason. So with his new found resolve and focus, he was ready for the next challenge: Zoya.

~~

Zoya was ready. She was wearing a long floral strapless gown, hair tied up in a messy bun and soft peachy makup. It was one of the looks they were trying out for the shoot. Somehow managing her dress and her heals she made her way to the studio. The photographer started with Zoya's individual photoshoot first. Asad had just arrived and was freshening up and getting ready.

Getting over her initial awkwardness and after a few test shots, Zoya was enjoying the shoot. She listened to the photographer and posed. One by one the people in the studio started to notice the shoot and started bunching up. There were a lot of muted ooh's and aahs. But Zoya was unaware. Finally Asad made his way to the shoot. Dressed in a grey suit, and crisp blue shirt, he looked every bit a superstar. He walked past the crowd ignoring the whispers only to be struck by lighniting. The sight that greeted him was nothing short of breathtaking. With her hair soaring in the wind, her dress hugging every curve of her body and that ever beautiful smile, she looked like a nymph. She seemed engrossed with the shoot enjoying every bit of it. He could tell her eyes gave away her joy. He had missed that.

No- you are losing focus Asad. It is nothing but a professional arrangement. Get that straight. The bridges have been burnt and she is just your co-star. Treat her same' Countered his brain.

With conviction and his focus returning Asad made his way towards the stage. He politely greeted everybody, including Zoya, who suddently seemed very conscious, of him and the people around her. It seemed that everyone other than Asad was blatantly staring at her. She didn't know what to do, and looked at Asad, who was busy talking to the photographer, so she rushed to her room. But before she made it through the crowd, a loose wire got caught up in her heals and she came down with a thud. The fall lifted her dress, exposing her legs and everyone around her just stared. No one bothered to lift her up, making Zoya squirm at all the unwanted attention. Asad turned as he heard a sound, only to find Zoya in a compromising position. He lost his cool and bellowed -'what is everybody doing here, idhar koi tamasha chal raha hai. Jao apna apna kaam karo'

The crowd dispersed and Asad glared at Zoya, his anger burning Zoya up.

He wanted to drag her to her room and explode at her. Did she not have any sense of awareness? What was she wearing, and why was she wearing it if she couldn't handle it. He mustered all his patience and like a true professional offered his hand for Zoya to stand up.

Zoya felt her own anger surface. She could sense his anger towards her. What did she do? She tripped and fell. It was not her fault. And on top of it the audacity of the staff to stare at her, not even bothering to help. She didn't care, she stood up, ignoring Asad's hand and walked off, Asad's angry voice telling her to be back in 30 mins for the next shoot.

~~~

The next shoot posed a whole new set of problems for the raging soulmates. They were mad at each other and failing at their best attempts of hiding their anger behind their professionalism. They wouldn't even look at each other, giving one flat shot after the other. The photographer was running out of time and he needed some intimate/romantic shots of the leads, by the next hour. He had to come up with something quick to get them both to look at each other. So he walked up to them.

Photgrapher- Asad and Zoya I need you both the close your eyes'. They complied. The photographer then moved them around to his desireable position, making sure their eyes were closed. Finally he told them to open their eyes.

Asad and Zoya were caught in each other's gaze as soon as they opend their eyes. Before they could move the photographer, told them to stay still, as if they were statues. Just look into each others eyes. Hesitatntly they obliged.

Photgrapher- Now listen. Think of the characters you are to play. Two starcrossed lovers, torn apart by fate, given one chance of togetherness. Feel the burnig inferno within, the passion, the raw lustful desire for each other. Look deeper into each others eyes and slowly Asad put your left hand on Zoya's waist and pull her close'.

Asad pulled Zoya close, both hypnotized and lost in each other.

Photographr-Now slide your hands down and lift her leg up, closer to you waist, grabbing her hair in your right hand and hold.' He took a few shots, moving to the next pose'.

Photographer-Zoya I need you to close your eyes and slightly part your lips, as if enjoying the agony of your intimacy.'

With every shot, and every touch, Asad and Zoya plunged deeper and deeper into themselves. They were lost to the world, barely hearing the photographer's words.

Their breaths danced in close proximity, their bodys swayed in rhythm. They were poetry in motion, giving shot after shot of pure unadulterated desire.

By the end of the shoot, Asad lips were toughing Zoya's collarbone, the strap of her dress in Asad's hand falling off her shoulder. His other arm by her waist, squeezing her body in his. Zoya with her eyes closed, looking up at the heaven, was holding onto the unbuttoned lapels of Asad's shirt. (Imagine Ramleela's poster with Deepika and Ranveer)

That's a wrap', announced the photographer and the room applauded.

The applause brought Asad and Zoya back on earth, and they both yanked away as if they were pricked by a thousand needles. They were beyond embaressed and couldn't face anyone.Asad was perplexed, how he ended up in such an intimate position. What happened to all his tall talks of focus and restrain and what not? He started to get angry again.

Zoya was dazed. She felt dizzy and utterly mixed-up. What had just happened and how had it happened, she couldn't put a finger onit. All she knew that there was barely any room between his body and her. At this she blushed even deeper.

Allah miyaan whats wrong with me. Ek taraf mein professional hone ki baatein kare rahi hu aur pehle mauke mein hi apne aap pe kaaboo nahi rakh payi..Shame on you Zoya'

They wouldn't look at each other. Asad buttoned his shirt, while zoya tried to straighten her dress, and comb through her disheveled hair. They both stole a quick glance at each other and quickly turned away. Asad's anger didn't go unnoticed by Zoya and she tried talking to him but he just walked away not looking where he was going. Thud; Asad landed on the floor, courtesy the same wire Zoya tripped on. Zoya stood their dumbstruck, not knowing what to do next. So she made her way to Asad and extended her hand. Asad stood up without her help and started walking. He was beyond mad now. What the hell? Suddenly, Zoya burst out laughing, making Asad turn. She laughed even louder when he turned, confusing Asad. He walked up to Zoya and asked her why she was laughing. She continued laughing, ignoring Asad. He had to shake Zoya to get her speak, but all she did was point at his pants.

Asad's pant had ripped from the inner thighs.Asad couldn't believe it; he looked at Zoya who was on the floor, holding her tummy and laughing hard. Some of the crew members present were trying hard not to laugh. Asad couldn't believe it, he couldn't hold it longer. Shaking his head at the turn of events he let go and joined Zoya and the others, laughing like a maniac.

So wats the verdict?? Good??, bad?? too cheesy?? blah??? tell me pls...m really torn with this one..cant say if its good or bad...ur comments will help me gain prespective...so please do so..until next time...have a happy life!!!😃