FF Turnaround NOTE on PG150.. - Page 9

Originally posted by: awesome

"Zoya's has no past connected to Asad or anyone"- now i am confused😕

but gr8 job

plz update soon

Originally posted by: starslinedup

Hey...thanks for ur comments...m glad ur liking the story so far..n hope to keep it up😃 as for the timeline...it is a work in progress...as the story is revealed I'll add it to the timeline...like Wen Asad and Zoya met... and what happened in the years to follow. SO stay tuned...n hopefully the coming chapter will clear somethings up...😉

Actually appreciate your effort a lot..not easy making a time line

and adhering to it..but you made it cake walk...so really

looking forward..to knowing your thought process. .

Originally posted by: rajnid68

Awww😳 thanks once again...I think it just puts some sense in the story...😊

Here ya go peeps!!!

Ch7

Hiding and seeking...

Beautiful you are,

I watch you from afar,

Your laughter makes me smile,

Making me lose in your beguile

But I hide behind my mask

And dont let my eyes speak

So it seems like I am playing

With you a game of hide and seek!

There was never a dull moment on the sets ever since Asad and Zoya started to work together. With the ice melting between the two, it seemed like their true natures were surfacing. Ayaan was seeing a whole new side to his calm composed and no nonsense brother. Asad had started to talk more, fight more and most shockingly laugh more. All courtesy Zoya. Never had anybody riled up his brother the way Zoya did; where on one side Zoya's presence livened up the atmosphere on the sets, including his brothers stoic mood, her pranks, and constant babble, drove every one up the wall; In a good way though. Everyone loved to have her around and in a matter of a month Zoya had befriended everyone on the sets including the watchman, the chai wala, and even the stray dog that came by. The only person that somehow couldn't stand her antics, or lets just say pretened to be annoyed by it was Asad. Zoya and Asad were like fire meets fire, creating more fire. They were constantly at battle; either fighting like school kids or sulking like teenagers. They just wouldn't budge. No body bothered to stop them; they just came about on their own. Infact everyone found this to be quite entertaining and a refreshing change to see their superstar, acting his age and having fun.

~~~

Almost done shooting the song sequence in Goa, and ready to head back to Mumbai, the team was relaxing until the next shot was ready. Ayaan was content with the shoot. Despite the awkwardness between Asad and Zoya, while shooting anything remotely intimate or romantic, Ayaan was able to capture the nuance of the scene.Asad was no doubt an amazing actor, a true professional, but what kept on surprising Ayaan was Zoya. She matched up to Asad in every scene. It was as is she was an extended version of Asad, the zesty and colorful part. Together they completed the frame, they just clicked together, and one could feel themselves caught up in the moment when they touched and looked into each others eyes. Ayaan was perplexed with their chemistry. There was something that sufaced ever so often between them, making him question their relationship. He had seen them secretly look at each other and at times silently sharing a conversation with their eyes. There was deifnetly a storng undercurrent in their equation. But what was going on? Asad had brushed it off as utter nonsense when Ayaan asked him about Zoya; Infact he seemed pissed at such a speculation. Ayaan felt the need to get to the root of this, and decipher this game of hide and seek.

~~

Asad unaware of his brothers concern was relaxing by the beach. They had just shot a song sequence, which he had to say was very sensual. He couldn't help but get lost in the moment. The whole set up took Asad back to the time when he first saw Zoya. It seemed god had recreated the scence once again after 7 years.

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PAST

The year was 2006'. Asad had returned from India to finish his last year of B.Arch. His mother and sister had insisted for him to go back to SF and finish his degree thorugh the scholarship provided there. Infact they had made him promise to further his studies and continue his MBA before returning to India.They would be just fine, and would definetly visit him when circumstance allowed. Using that as an incentive, Asad had decided to take up some work on the side and save up some money for school and their visit. Having a few weeks in his pocket he started helping out with the summer events at the university. They had organized a fair by the beach, where by some turn of events Asad was given the chance to walk the ramp. He was a popular guy in the university. Professors knew him for his smarts, girls for his appearance, and guys knew him as the one to beat. But Asad remained unfazed. The only person that changed that was Zoya.

Zoya walked onto the campus a few weeks early, excited to start this new phase of life. She had chosen San Fransisco, for its laid back and relaxed lifestyle. She wanted to be away from the NewYork frenzy, and enjoy the coming 4 years in the cool and comfortable San Fransico. She was to start her first year in BEng. She was 18 and loving it. After settling in her dorm. She started to explore the campus; leading to the university fair. She volunterred to be the event photographer at the fair, taking pictures of events and students. She was enjoying everybit of it, with nothing to bring her down. But only heavens knew what awaited her at the upcoming event.

Zoya was busy taking snaps of the running event, which seemed like a ramp walk for a charity date. Girls were to bid for the boys and the highest bidder would get a chance to go on a date with the guy, their bid going towards a breast cancer foundation. Zoya was least interested in such events, but appreciated the guys who were willing bid themselves as a strangers date, helping with the cause. She took her spot and waited for the event to start. A crownd of girls and local public had gathered to watch the show. One by one the guys started walking, they walked to the front took off their shirts and posed, doing their bit and walking away. People seemed to be enjoying the event, while Zoya seemed busy with her camera. The next name was announced, and even before he walked out the crowd had started cheering, girls jumping and hooting. The person in demand finally stepped on the stage. He looked straight ahead and walked effortlessly; with ease he took his shirt off, revealing a toned and chiseled body. The crowd oohed and aahd, while Zoya tried to take pictures. She was having a hard time getting the camera to focus, she tried every possible setting but in vain. She was so engrossed in her camera that she missed the fight that had just broken out amongst the girls. With all the pushing and shoving, a girl bumped into Zoya, making Zoya fall right in front of the satge, her camera landing on the ground, splitting into pieces. Zoya was hurt; she tried getting up but in vain. She tried again, only to find a hand extednted towards her. She hesitantly took his hands, only to be jolted back by a strong shot of electricity running through her body. Before she could get a grip she was lifted off the floor by 2 storng sturdy hands. She looked up and their eyes locked;the crowd subsided and the voices faded, as two souls connected through their eyes. Asad and Zoya met and the fliker was inginted.

Asad was spellbound, emotion after emotin exploding within him. This was new, this sensation so alien. He was losing himself in those deep brown eyes, feeling a strange sort of connection building. He didn't want to let her go; With those eyes,a small compact body, supple lips and long black hair she was a sight to die for and holding her filled him with a sense of wholesomeness. He saw the same fliker in her eyes, as if she was experiencing the same array of emotions he felt.

Zoya suddenly felt hot, his gaze bruning her inside out. She couldn't tear herself away from him. He was beautiful;handsome an understatement. He was actually a beautiful specimen created by god and if she were an artist, she would have lived her life trying to capture his form onto canvas. Everything about him was idealistic, yet he was real.

But it was the flood of emotions drowing her that made her brake their reverie. She couldn't handle it, she was losing herself and she needed to get a grip.

They finally looked at each other, Asad trying to speak, but before he could he heard her shout.

Zoya-Allah miyaan whats wrong with you, dekhye aapke paagal chaahne waalo ne mere camare ki kya halatkar dii. Damn it its broken. Ab mein kya karungi.Its all your fault, naahi aap apni shirt nikal ke salman khan jaise body dikhate, aur naahi who ladkiya paagal hoti. Arrg look what have you done, whatever, Screw that, its getting late, I need to be back. Damn it, damn it damn it meri saari mehnat' Zoya cursed and walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Asad behind.

The moment Asad registered the turn of events, and realized that she had accused him of breaking her camera, he was enraged. He picked up his shirt and sprinted in the direction she walked in. He was going to give her a piece of his mind.

Zoya had just made it to the premises when someone grabbed her from the back and shoved her to the wall. She was petrified when she saw the rage in his eyes.

Asad-HOW DARE YOU BLAME ME FOR YOUR ABSENTMINDEDNESS? I was not the one who was so engrossed in their camera that they forgot where they were standing; I was not the one who came in the way of the fight and stumbled in someones way, I was not the one who didn't not have her camera strap on her neck, so before you go around blaming others for you negligence, get your facts straight, aur aainda se mere saath is tarh se baat nahi karna'

Zoya- HOW DARE YOU, you male chauvinist pig, Besharam insaan, ladki se baat karna tak nahi aata, who gave you the f****ng right to grab me like that or talk to me like that, you jerk'.

Asad- Mind your language and stay in your limits, don't make me los my cool'

Zoya-Warna kya, what do you think of yourself, body kya bana liya khud, samajhte ho u'll scare me, whatever screw you and get off my face' she stared to push past him in an attmpt to walk away. But before she could he grabbed her and pushed her even harder to the wall, claiming her lips in his.

The touch of his lips eroded every nerve in Zoya's body,making her want to pull him close at the same time push him away. It was too much; they were fighting just a minute ago. She put all her strength and pushed Asad away, slapping him for his audacity. Asad grabbed her again and kissed her harder, not letting her go this time. The more she resisted the deeper he kissed squeezing her closer to him each time.

Zoya was torn, the sensations were tearing through her anger, she wanted to free herself at the same time trying to squeeze her in him. She was enamored by the pulsating desire playing with her senses, making her move past the anger and melt in the moment. She responded with fervor, finally kissing him back, rewarded by his low menacing grunt. She got bolder, letting her hands explore his body, tugging his hair and deepeining the kiss. Asad was feeling her body, as if he owned her, he was a lion, a prediator claiming his prey. The passion wouldn't cease, but finally their bodies gave up. Breathless they leaned on each other, shocked by the turn of events.

Asad slowly took, Zoya's face in his hand and looked into her eyes

Asad-I am sorry for manhandling you, but I am not sorry for kissing you, I have never felt so alive in my life, and if Allah grants, I would love to kiss you senseless everyday. Zoya stared at him, her eyes dancing at his declaration. He closed his eyes and bent down to her neck, inhaling her scent, arousing his senses and easing his heart. Her smell eased him and gave him peace. I am Asad btw, he said, finally catching his breath

Zoya' She said as she gently kissed him and pulled him into an embrace.

'''''

Asad woke up craving her and remembering their first encounter, left Asad feeling cavernous. He needed Zoya, and no reason won over.

He walked up to Zoya, who was busy with her phone, leaning by the door of her van. She seemed happy and lost in her own world when Asad approchaed her. She looked up as he neared, question rising in her mind. He seemed different, he looked like...she couldn't finish her sentence as Asad grabbed her, with a gentle force and forced her to look in his eyes. Engaged in each other Asad leaned closer, his lips eager to reach its desitnation. Zoya's breath hitched as she foresaw what was coming next, and closed her eyes in anticipation. Asad was close, really close to her lips, but instead he bent down and pressed his lips on the side of her neck, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent, finding his solace.

~~

Zoya felt at peace. Asad had initiated his first step towards her. She didn't expect much, just his accepetnce of her and moving past their life before. She settled in her hotel room sighing at the turn of events. She felt happy, infact her cursioty surfaced, wanting to know about Asad, his journey leading upto his today. So after her settiling in for the night, a coffee cup in her hands, she grabbed her laptop and typed Asad Ahmed Khan in the search tab. The screen populated with line after line of Asad, his news, images, work and inetrviews. His success made her feel proud...she had always envisioned him to be the kind of person that accomplished something big. The day couldn't have ended on a better note, savoring Asad's achievements. She closed the last tab and strated to shut her laptop when a line on a page caught her attention. She clicked on it and an article poped open. What she read shook her but more than that ignited her anger.

Hmmm...hope that clears a lil bit of the confusion..created by my timeline😕 ...A glimpse at their past how was it??? let me tell you it was torrid...fire meets fire...(Asad is a Leo..while Zoya is an Aries...so this is a fire/fire..combination...so they r bound to set things on fire...😆) Well..hope u guys liked it..

COMMENTS ARE NEEDED...COMMENTS=HAPPY ME=DESIRE TO WRITE..so please do leave ur POV's..

Also..chk out the timeline...I will add the new timeslots

P.s- I kinda slacked with the editing..so pls ignore if u can😳

Until later.. Listen to RamLeela's songs..they r addictive..👏