FF: Yes Boss #2 - Link to #3 on pg 1 - Page 15

Originally posted by: angel2930

chota hi sahi pr lovely update...😉

Zoya grit her teeth as Asad closed his bedroom door on her face after dinner the next day as well. He'd spent the entire of Saturday annoying her by avoiding her on purpose just because she said she had something to tell him.
Asad Miyaan just love to tease his New York Hoitey Toity...😉

A slow smile began to form on her face. She slid off her bed and walked out determinedly.

naughtiest smile ever...😃

Asad stood shirtless in front of his bed, tying the string of his pajama. Zoya thanked her lucky stars for not coming any earlier than that. She knew she should've just looked away immediately, but she found herself unabashedly watching Asad bend down and pick his kurta up, slipping it over his head before doing up the bottom two buttons.

ha ha...again...SIX-PACKS...😳
Miss. Drooling...😆

But the pout was quickly replaced by another slow smile, as another idea struck her. He was having the time of his life annoying her, so now it was payback time!

Miss. Farooqui's brains work faster thn the computers...😃

She'd give him a good scare by suddenly popping out of her hiding place once he came out of the bathroom.

really Miss. Zoya Farooqui...trying to scare Asad Ahmed Khan...ha ha ha...😆

Asad walked out with his towel covering his face as he wiped it, walking over towards the window obliviously. He hung his towel neatly on the rack there before turning to his bed, taking steps towards it.

OCD...

Once it did, she'd slip out of the covers and leave without being noticed.

Ohh really...and Mr. Khan will not catch you...

She lifted her upper body off the bed in a swift movement, but before she knew it, her body was slammed back down.

and yo...Asad CATCHES HER FINALLY...😉

"Kaun hai?!" Asad growled, his voice heavy with sleep as he pinned the intruder down on his bed with his body. He'd managed to grab the intruder's flailing arms and lock them in a tight grip at the wrists above her head, realizing from the width of the wrist that it was a girl. With his free hand, he reached for his bedside lamp and flicked it on, just to be greeted with the face of an extremely terrified Zoya, her mouth slightly open, poised to scream.

woww...this scene was so sexy...so brilliant...😉

"Main uh, aapse... aapko... I came here to scare you damn it, as revenge for avoiding me the whole of today," Zoya whined, punching his shoulders slightly in frustration. Asad didn't move though, he continued staring her with his ridiculously straight face.

ha ha...blurted finally...poor Zoya...

And what you accomplished was me scaring you? This is why revenge is never a good thing Miss Farooqui. Waise bhi, I didn't know my not speaking to you would feel like punishment to you," Asad teased, his sleep-ridden voice sounding even sexier than usual. Zoya let go of his shoulders suddenly, turning away as she rolled her eyes. Asad hid his grin as he began to lift himself off of Zoya, but Zoya's arms found their way back to his shoulders, stopping him again.

Mr. Teasing Ahmed Khan is back in action...😉

and Zoya...finds him sexy...😳 nt bad..Miss Farooqui...😉

"You think?" Asad finally asked, as he looked down at her arms encircling his neck now, his eyes then trailing back to hers where their faces were inches apart. Zoya felt blood rush to her cheeks as she quickly removed her arms and pushed Asad off her body. He complied easily, flipping his body back to his side of the bed as Zoya sprung up into sitting position.

yuhuuu...Asad Miyaan made her blush...😳

Zoya snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Asad to continue her argument, but she found him turned away from her, snoring gloriously. She punched his back in irritation before sliding off the bed, quick to catch the soft chuckle as she did. Pretending to sleep, huh?

so cute...Zoya punching Asad...she is irritated to the core now...😆

"The rumours are ruining my life because it's with YOU Mr Akdu Ahmed Khan," Zoya put in the last word, as she rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. It was fine if Asad didn't want to do anything about the rumours, she'd just have to think of something herself.

so now Miss. Farooqui's THINKING CAPS are on..
means fr sure she will do sumthng which will jingle-mingle evrythng...😆

"Miss Farooqui, aap yeh kya kar rahi ho ab? Will you just get in the car already? We're running late as it is," Asad complained, as he watched Zoya turn away from the car to walk to the back of it, early on Monday morning.

He was already confused about her attire. She'd dressed herself very formally in a black pants and blazer set completed with a crisp white shirt and killer heels. If he ignored her little stumbles as she walked, he had to admit she looked good. She looked even better than good really. Ah, who was he kidding? She looked hot. But that still didn't explain why she'd chosen to dress that way.

Zoya pulled out a sparkling white bicycle from behind the car, and then swung her leg over it to settle down on the seat. Asad raised his eyebrow as he walked towards her while she tried to place her ridiculous heels on the pedal and balance herself. He placed both his hands over hers on the handles as he tried to attract her attention. She snapped her head up and then tilted her chin upwards quizzically.

"Why do you look so confused? I should be the one confused. I didn't ask you what's up with the costume, but will you please at least tell me what's up with the bicycle? Where did you even get it?" Asad asked, as his voice strained with tiredness. Zoya tried to pull her hands out of his grip before admitting defeat and sighing loudly.

"First of all Mr Khan, this is not a costume. This is how people dress at work so I'm just following suit. Secondly, I've decided that I want to travel to work in a more environmentally-friendly manner. So I got Ayaan to lend me his bicycle. Khush? Now let me go," Zoya answered curtly, as she tried to pry his hands away again. But Asad remained undeterred.

"Following suit? Since when have you begun dressing like the people around you? Mujhe laga dressing in the exact opposite way is your favourite thing in the world. And since when have you become so environmentally-friendly? You spend half your time littering the ground with your rubbish," Asad pointed out the loopholes in her argument in no time, disappointing her.

Asad shook his head slightly. So that's why she'd spent most of her Sunday at the mall with Najma, to get a whole new wardrobe! And that's why he'd seen Ayaan outside the house as well. He'd thought it was his imagination since Ayaan never came from the front door.

Zoya squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. She certainly didn't want him to know that she was doing all this just to tone down the gossip at work, because she was pretty sure all she would get from him is condescending laughter. She'd planned on just taking her handy pink scooter to work, but then she couldn't find a proper excuse for it. So she thought of this bicycle idea, in the very least, she could say it's for the environment. Her plan was that after he'd driven off, she'd just take a cab till the building before Dilshaad Constructions, and then ride the bicycle for the remainder of the journey just so it looked like she rode it the whole way. But this man seemed adamant on spoiling all her plans.

"Well, change is good, so I've decided to change my ways. I don't see how it's such a bad thing anyway. So MOVE and let me GO," Zoya tried again, desperately getting him to move out of her way. To her surprise, he did let go of her handles after that, so suddenly that she fell along with the bicycle, not realizing that Asad's grip was the very thing keeping the bicycle balanced. She felt the weight of the bicycle being lifted off of her first, before strong arms took hold of her waist and hoisted her up too, as she tried to find her centre of gravity on those heels.

"Yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?!" Zoya gasped, once she'd regained her composure. Asad had taken the opportunity to grab hold of the bicycle and take a seat on it himself, jumping a little as he tested his weight on it.

"Well Miss Farooqui, if you've decided to ride a bicycle to work to cut down on pollution, it'd be pointless if I still drove to work in my car, because I'd still be contributing that amount of pollution to the environment, considering the fact that you take my car to work as it is. Your efforts to go green are very commendable, so I've decided to support you by taking the bicycle to work with you. And since it's pretty evident that you're having trouble balancing even on your own two feet, let alone balance a whole bicycle, I'll ride the bicycle, and you can sit here," Asad explained himself, as he patted the main metal beam in front of the seat, watching Zoya's eyes grow wide with horror.

Zoya had such a strong urge to punch Asad in his goddamned poker face. She'd known him long enough to even read his expressionless face, and she knew he wasn't truly concerned about the environment; he just wanted to get on her nerves. Or maybe after her little dance of death with the bicycle, he was truly concerned about her falling off the bicycle on the way to work...? Zoya shook her head as she tried to get rid of those thoughts, before finally taking a step towards the bicycle. Either way, he wasn't going to let this go, so she might as well put an end to it.

Asad withheld his expressions from showing until Zoya had finally settled down in the small area on the bicycle in front of him, the tiniest of smiles forming on his face. He watched Zoya cross her arms and look in front, as if she was ignoring him. He simply leaned forward and grabbed the handles of the bicycle on both sides of Zoya, enveloping her body within his arms. Zoya remained as still as ever, only her legs shaking a little as they hung over the bicycle on one side. Asad placed his feet on the pedals and started cycling out of the gates, with Zoya's stiff form wobbling dangerously as she tried to keep her balance without holding onto anything. Asad stopped the bicycle immediately, resting one of his feet on the ground.

"I suggest you find a better way to keep your balance Miss Farooqui, it's going to be a long ride," Asad whispered into Zoya's ear as he leaned his face into hers, tickling her cheek with his breath. He could almost see Zoya's body relax a little, as she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands tentatively on both of Asad's outstretched arms. She heard the disapproving click of Asad's tongue, and next thing she knew, she found one of Asad's arms around her waist again, pulling her backwards until her head was resting in the crook of his neck, right below his head. She relaxed a little more and leaned into his body, as his hand returned to the handle. She tightened her grip on his arms as he started cycling again, the wind blowing wisps of her hair onto his face sporadically. Both Asad and Zoya found themselves holding their breaths a little. It was going to be a long ride indeed.