This one will be longer because the last update was so short it was barely there 🤣 Okay here we go...most of it will be from Zoya's pov with a little of Asad ...😉 (a guardians free chapter)
Chapter 3
"What are you doing here?" Zoya whispered taking sly glances at her guardians who were having coffee at the last booth in the corner as she took the order of this handsome businessman who wouldn't leave her be. She'd already expressed to him that she couldn't get involved with him but it seemed he either hadn't been listening to her or he just chose to ignore what she said.
"I always have coffee here." His voice was smooth, unruffled as he pressed the napkin to his lips taking the crumbs away from his lips after having one of the coffee-shop's chocolate chip scones. She knew he never ordered pastry unless it was to prolong his time there but this time he'd order half dozen and eaten them all after learning that she was the one who made them.
"Yes but you've been calling me over here every five minutes. I have other customers." She said softly, stealing a glance to where her guardians still sat. If they only saw her talking to this man. . .
"Maybe I don't want others to have your attention...maybe I want you to only give me your attention. God, your eyes..." He shook his head as if in a daze and smiled. "I have a meeting in half an hour. I will see you soon, brown eyes." He winked at her and as she took the money for the register, she saw he'd left her a very generous tip...very generous.
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The following weekend Zoya was supposed to attend a fund-raiser in her aapi and jeeju's honor. When they were alive, they were active members in a charity organization that gave money to many causes. Even with their passing, the Board still wanted to have them be the ones held in honor of this function and they had some big news that they said, Zeenat and Anwar's family needed to be there for. Zoya was the only family attending...others couldn't handle their passing and so refused to come as they didn't want to reopen wounds.
Zoya had a sari...A beautiful navy blue sari with a thick rich gold border that her aapi and jeeju had given her on her 21st birthday...she'd never worn it because she felt it was too pretty. But tonight in their honor, she would wear it and remember the good times she shared with the people that loved her most. Her guardians were out of town...they'd left on Friday and didn't even tell her until they were on the road, calling and telling her they'd be gone for the weekend. She found it weird that they just left town so abruptly but shrugged feeling like this would be a good weekend because they wouldn't be around. She got dressed and draped the sari wearing matching gold jewelry that was also left to her after their death that she hadn't any need for before. Then she brushed her long dark hair down her back, silky straight, her small fringe falling over her left eye but not hiding it. She wore the minimum of makeup but it still managed to make her look completely different. A light coating of mascara making her eyes look even bigger, a bit of liner, a dusting of dark blue eye shadow and some pink lip balm. "Is that you Zoya?" she asked herself staring in disbelief. A huge transformation.
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Asad Ahmed Khan fastened his cuff-links and straightened his tie. He was about to leave for a function in honor of his good friend Anwar and his wife who passed away a couple of years ago. It felt like forever and he wondered why they'd waited so long to do this but dismissed it thinking at least it was being done.
He almost talked himself out of going though. He didn't want to dredge up feelings of losing his friend but something in the back of his mind told him he should go and he just went with it.
An image of the coffee-shop waitress flashed through his mind and he smiled. He finished putting on his jacket, grabbing his car keys and leaving for the Charity House function.
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As Zoya entered the grand ballroom of the Charity House function she was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and opulence of the venue. She felt like a misfit to be mingling around these people but everyone was very friendly and only had kind words to say about Zeenat and Anwar. She fidgeted in her sari not used to wearing this sort of dress often but schooled her expression every time someone came up to her.
"You look beautiful dear." The CEO of the the organization praised her and she smiled. The woman was old enough to be her grandmother and she remembered how much the older woman doted on her when she accompanied Zeenat to their meetings. Her eyes got misty as she really let herself think about them and the hole that had partially sealed after losing them, throbbed and she lifted a hand to her chest as if to rub the pain away.
She excused herself as she went to the bar ordering a fruity non-alcoholic drink and sipped at it while looking around the large room. Her eyes snagged on someone a good way away from her, now entering the room. She gasped and swear he heard her because his dark eyes found her across the ballroom and his lips tipped up in a smile.
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Asad couldn't believe his eyes. It was her. His little doe-eyed waitress and she looked...if his mouth could only form the words. Her hair...the hair he could only guess at how it looked when left to be as it should, falling around her beautiful face, was just as long as he thought, almost touching her pert bottom. She was wearing a deep blue that seemed to reflect in her dark eyes making them sparkle blue as well.
He walked determinedly over to her, needing to see her up close. He could see the surprised look on her face and he smiled. She was affected by him...he knew she was but she denied it at every turn.
"Hello." he said and she stared at him as if she didn't think he was real. He reached out and pinched her arm and she jumped. "I'm really here." He said in explanation.
"Wha-What are you doing here?" she asked her voice taking on a high pitch. " Calm down. I was invited of course." He shrugged and she breathed in deeply. "I have to go." She muttered and started to move away from him. He caught her arm and swung her around. "Dance with me. You look very beautiful and I would like nothing more than if you would dance with me. Just once." He said and saw her debating...her eyes were very expressive.
She nodded and put her and in his outstretched palm and let him lead her to the dance floor.
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Zoya couldn't believe she was doing this. The whole idea was to stay away from him before she landed herself in trouble. He pulled her in close to his body as they swayed to the music. He smelled good, really good and she found herself inhaling his scent, committing it to memory as this would be the one and only time they would be so close to each other.
His head dipped low and her breath stopped. His face was very close to hers, his cheek pressed up against hers and she COULDN'T. BREATHE. She started pulling away from him when he grabbed her wrist in a vise grip and started leading her off the dance floor. "Let go." she said trying not to raise her voice. "What are you doing?" she asked and he replied, "Come with me." And continued to lead her away from the crowded ballroom and to somewhere else entirely. . .
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Precap: Zoya felt herself being pressed into the soft velvet wall behind her back as he leaned closer. "What do you want from me?" she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling. He looked into her eyes, his face dipping closer as she gasped, his lips brushed her ear and she shivered as he whispered, "Everything."
Longer chapter...hope y'all enjoy...I updated earlier than I had planned... so show some love and let me know how you liked or disliked it 😃
Edited by cclove - 11 years ago
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