So I was listening to a song from one of my fav bands Muse entitled "Resistance" and it gave me an idea for a new FF. Yay! I'm still working through the semantics of the story so it may not be at its best right now but bear with me...😃
At the end of this first chapter as a don't-throw-tomatoes-at-me I'm-sorry, will be a sneak at the next chapter of my FF On the Island for those who have been reading and waiting patiently... 😉
Disclaimer: This story bears little similarity to that of Asad and Zoya in the show...though some features of their personality persists ... this is mostly just me writing a story based on these 4 lions characters...😊
Chapter Index below 😃
Chapter 1
**The trust Zoya refers to a trust fund ... which as the dictionary defines (😊) as a fund consisting of assets belonging to a trust, held by the trustees for the beneficiaries.
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Zoya roamed the halls of the big manor feeling restless and antsy. She knew she should be asleep, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried...she had too much on her mind. Such too was the life living with strict guardians that saw her as their meal-ticket and nothing more and would love nothing more than to insult and deride her.
Zoya had been left in their care at the age of fifteen after the untimely and heartbreaking demise of her aapi and jeeju in a car accident. After not having had her parents in her life, losing her aapi and jeeju broke her in a way that she couldn't quite get over. Legally, now at the age of twenty-three she should be living on her own, shouldn't still be under the care of these "guardians" she'd been placed with...she was an adult that could make her own decisions or at least that's what she had hoped.
Her sister and brother-in-law had a trust for her since she was a small child which over the years had accumulated to a small fortune that she could only access when she was twenty-five. Till then she was stuck with these horrid people; Mr. and Mrs. Gookul who had relocated to India after gaining charge of Zoya and who treated her like she was the biggest burden of their lives even though they did nothing for her. She could hardly wait to be rid of them. She'd starve if she didn't try to get something on her own every day and as her guardians they could remove money from her trust if she was in need. She never asked for anything and she hoped to Allah that it wasn't all gone by the time she was old enough to attain control of it.
Zoya worked at a local coffee shop and she made what little money she did in order to finance her necessities. Each day that she worked all day and came home to derisive comments and an empty pot, she found being there more and more unbearable but there was a silver lining over this. The only reason she'd started bearing it more than usual...him.
She'd met him one day; he came in and ordered a coffee, straight black with no sugar. He was the most attractive man she'd ever met and the most unattainable...he'd shown interest, she'd seen it in the spark of his eyes...he'd even left her his name and number -Asad Ahmed Khan.
He came in every day after that with the same order and they'd exchanged looks. Looks that said he was interested...looks that said he wanted something from her...looks that said "come to me." But she couldn't. Her guardians *insert eye roll* didn't allow her to date. And she couldn't take the chance that they ruined her getting the trust by having a relationship with someone and not being married. She doubted the sexy man in the designer suit wanted to marry her. He barely knew anything about her.
She'd made sure all those drop-bys at the coffee shop that she had been his waitress... he'd pestered her until she'd finally gave in and told him her name. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing working in this old coffee shop?" The deep tone of his voice made her shiver much as it made her face burn at his words. Honestly, even with a college degree it had proven hard for her to attain a job of her qualification levels and so she'd opted to take this job in the meantime.
"It's temporary." She'd murmured and slunk away from his table until he beckoned her over and ordered pastries. She knew it had been a ruse to get her to come back to him but she did so anyway, it was her job or so she'd tell herself. There had been a strange magnetic pull between them since they'd first locked eyes. A dangerous attraction that could bring things crashing down on her and with only a year and a few months left she couldn't take the chance.
They'd made inane small talk whenever he came by but she'd never gave into his invitations to see her outside of her work. He was a hard man to say no to but she did, say no every time and it didn't faze him...just kept him coming back and asking her again.
One night she found herself doing the unthinkable and meeting him after work...during the night and even as her mind warred with her heart, she met him anyway and they'd talked for hours. He was an extremely wealthy business tycoon and she knew she was worlds apart from him and nothing could amount...she had just wanted to talk to him...know him even if it was all temporary...
That night when she'd made it home she'd overheard the guardians talking about her...she'd snuck closer and heard them saying that one screw-up was all they needed to petition her trust in their interest and they would have it all...Apparently, the trust was monitored by aapi and jeeju's former lawyer so the guardians couldn't take much money out at a time...transactions being monitored and all...but there was a clause and she didn't catch the entirety of what was said but if she made a screw-up that proved she couldn't be trusted with the family legacy, her inheritance...they could be given the responsibility...and she'd lose everything to these horrid people... aapi and jeeju's home...her inheritance and most importantly the key to a safety deposit box that contained something, that in their will, aapi and jeeju said she would need.
Zoya stood at the kitchen window and stared out into the dark night and thought about ...him...She knew it was pointless to keep thinking of him when nothing could amount but she couldn't seem to stop herself.
She wondered what he must be doing...sleeping of course since it was the early hours of the morning...between night and dawn...she heard a sound from below...and crunching sound and saw a sleek car pulling up a little ways from the curb to her house. She saw a door open and someone step out...it was him! How had he found her? Why was he here? And most of all why was he here now? Oh God, what was she going to do?
She ran out the door being careful not to make any sound and stopped when she stood inches away from him. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for you, of course." He replied coolly.
"Mr. Khan you can't be here. Please just leave." She pleaded a tone of worry lacing her voice.
"I'm not going to leave until we talk Ms. Farooqui." His tone didn't change. He was cool and collected while her heart was racing and she felt about ready to kick the bucket.
"Talk? About what? We have nothing to talk about! Especially not at this hour." She struggled to keep her voice down and less hysterical.
"Us." The word felt like it boomed in the quiet night's air.
"There is no us." She replied swallowing hard.
"There will be." His voice seemed to carry in the wind that stirred the loose hair on her neck as she gaped at him...
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The excerpt for Part 7 of my On The Island FF can be found below! 😉
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