FF: Yes Boss #2 - Link to #3 on pg 1 - Page 26

I almost fell asleep and now when I saw u online

Originally posted by: Rattyswami

that Vinod and Vijay are upto no good😡 i think they are stealing Asad's hardwork...CORPORATE ESPIONAGE...But i'm sure that Zoya will not let anyone harm HER Mr. Khan😉

Hahaha I love reading predictions! We'll see :p Glad you liked it! (:

Originally posted by: QuboolHaiAsya

I had been a silent reader on dis ff fr quiet a while...bt nt anymore!! I just luv dis ff!! Nd whos dis new guy?? Hope he doesnt create any trouble!! Upd soon!!

I love love love it when silent readers break their silence hahaha. Glad you're enjoying it (:

Originally posted by: Asya-Rm

Read it all in a day :-)
Dont know how my eyes missed your story for such a long time 😲

Awesome concept 👍🏼
Especially this thoda sa flirty Asad 😉

Update Asap :-)

Better late then never :p Glad you're enjoying it!! (:

Originally posted by: jazmeen

I almost fell asleep and now when I saw u online

M wide awake

Plzz update karo bhai

Abhi karti hoon haha, next post is the update (:

Hello!! Sorry I was busy having a weekend of fun :p But I'm back now, and here you go!

Yes Boss: Part 19

"Mr Khan! Yeh dekhiye, Monica ne aaj lunch mein kya banaya. Satay chicken! Lekin peanuts ke bina," Zoya burst into Asad's cabin after lunch, holding a plate of oily chicken meat wrapped on sticks. Despite all the constant gossiping around her, Zoya still found herself ending up in Asad's cabin after lunch for two reasons. One was that she was pretty sure Asad hadn't eaten anything because of his obsession with his model, and the other reason was that she was ridiculously curious about this Vinod guy, so she wanted to get some information out of Asad.

"Miss Farooqui! This is getting really stupid. I've told you this in English and in Hindi, I don't know what other language to use in order for you to understand that you ought to KNOCK before bursting into my cabin, my bedroom or any other place I happen to be in. Understand?" Asad chided Zoya, his arms crossed across his chest. Thankfully he'd chosen to walk away from the model right before Zoya burst in, or he was pretty sure he'd have knocked it down.

Zoya ignored his reprimand with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, as she approached Asad, holding the plate right below his nose. He looked at it for a moment before turning to his table, moving things around on it as he looked for something.

"Mr Khan, please don't tell me you're looking for hand sanitizer or something along those lines," Zoya groaned, making Asad's hands freeze midway above his table. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly as she took a step forward and pulled his hands away.

"No! I uh, I just want to use the bathroom first," Asad finally decided, confidently taking steps towards his personal bathroom within the cabin. Zoya quickly caught up with him and stood in his way, one hand on her hip as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"The chicken is already on sticks. You don't even need to touch the food. Just pick up one of the goddamn sticks and eat it!" Zoya ordered, her patience wearing low. She knew that technically there was nothing wrong with wanting to wash your hands before a meal, but with Asad she knew there was a lot more going on than that, and he really needed to loosen up.

"Woh, uh, there's so much oil dripping down the sticks, main, uh, zara tissue se wipe kar leta hoon pehle..." Asad implored, as he tried to turn back to his table and reach for the tissue box. But before he could, he found the satay chicken being forcibly stuffed in his mouth by Zoya.

"I don't have time for your silly OCD tendencies. Eat this, and then I have to go back to work," Zoya insisted, leaving Asad no choice but to bite and swallow the pieces of chicken quickly, before more oil was smeared on his face by Zoya's terrible aim. He had to admit, the chicken was good. He'd have to thank Monica on the way out later.

"Mr Khan, woh aadmi kaun tha? Jo subah aapke cabin mein aaye the?" Zoya asked casually, as she picked up the next stick. Asad had moved back to the model, deciding to work on it while Zoya fed him, in order to be more productive. He looked up distractedly when she completed her question.

"Vinod Mehta, the company's vice president. Aapko isse kya?" Asad replied simply, before turning his attention back to the model, fiddling with one of the loose windows. Zoya bit her lower lip irritably, unhappy with his short reply.

"Accha? I see. So... how come I haven't seen him around before?" Zoya continued, picking up the third and final stick from the plate. Asad removed his hands from the model completely, turning to face her as she lifted the stick to his lips.

"Aapko Vinod mein itna interest kyun hai? Number chahiye unka?" Asad spat out before he could stop himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Zoya watched him let out a low growl before biting viciously into the last piece of chicken, her eyes widening with shock and amusement. Was he... jealous?

"Aapke paas hai kya?" Zoya asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes on purpose as she tried to feign shyness. This opportunity to annoy him seemed too good to pass on. She placed the plate down next to the model and reached for her brand new pants to wipe her slightly oily hands, when he felt Asad's hand curl around her wrists, stopping her right in time.

"Ek shart pe de doonga. Go wash your hands in the bathroom like a normal human being," Asad answered, before pushing her hands away from him and pointing towards the bathroom. Zoya watched him amusedly as he consciously looked away from her, his eyes flashing with anger. She then walked off to the bathroom wordlessly, shutting the door behind her.

Asad's nose twitched a little as he heard the bathroom door shut. Right, just to get Vinod's number, she was even willing to wash her hands? He bet she would have intentionally wiped her hands on her pants in a painfully slow fashion if he'd just told her to wash her hands without the condition. He shut his eyes as he tried to gather his thoughts, but was unable to do so when his cabin door burst open without warning for the third time that day.

"Mr Khan? Sorry I didn't take an appointment or anything, but I need to speak to you urgently. It's about Zoya Farooqui. Can I please request that your change her department? She's highly irresponsible and lazy, and I do not want to work with such a person anymore. Even now, it's been almost an hour since lunchtime but Zoya Farooqui still hasn't come back from lunch. She doesn't contribute in any way to the work I'm doing, and I don't understand why you're still keeping her," Vijay complained, as he walked right into Asad's cabin, standing next to the model. He pressed his hand against the table, next to the plate that Zoya had left lying there, as he waited for Asad's response. Asad sighed loudly at the end of Vijay's rant, deciding on what to say. Zoya and Vijay were behaving like preschool children instead of co-workers, running to the teacher to complain about each other instead of trying to resolve their issues themselves. But before he could even open his mouth, the bathroom door burst open.

"HOW DARE YOU VIJAY! How dare you accuse me of being lazy and irresponsible?! It is YOU who refuses to let me integrate into the department, so don't you DARE come in here and act all high and mighty. And for your information, I came here after lunchtime to pass Mr Khan his lunch, that's why I haven't returned to the cabin. GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE ACCUSING ME!" Zoya yelled into Vijay's face as she rushed out of Asad's bathroom, having overheard the entire of Vijay's complaint. She began to pounce at him when she felt Asad's arms wrap around her waist from behind and pull her back into himself, stopping her from getting down to any physical violence.

"You brought lunch for Mr Khan? I should've known that there was no use in coming here to speak to Mr Khan. You seem to have him wrapped around your little finger as it is," Vijay replied calmly, despite the fire burning in his eyes as he took in their position, their bodies against each other's. Asad immediately let go of Zoya at that point, but Vijay had already turned around and walked out of the cabin, leaving the door swinging behind him.

"I can't believe the GUTS of this stupid man! I already told you about his behaviour towards me over the weekend, didn't I? Even wearing these clothes didn't help change his impression," Zoya said sadly, as she looked down at her formal wear, grabbing her blazer by the lapels and tucking at them.

"You wore these clothes for Vijay?" Asad asked, completely confused at how her clothes had anything to do with her equation with Vijay. She wanted to change his impression by dressing well? Did that mean she wanted to impress him? What the hell! First Vinod, then Vijay, how many guys did this girl want?!

"Aur nahi toh kya? I went through all this effort just for him," Zoya continued, unaware about the change in Asad's expressions behind her. She turned around slowly, looking up at Asad with a slight pout.

"Then go back to work and impress the pants off of Vijay why don't you!" Asad roared, involuntarily shoving Zoya in the shoulder. Zoya stumbled backwards, shocked at the suddenness of Asad's actions. She continued to teeter dangerously on her heels, unable to find her balance, as she bumped into the table with the model on it. Asad leapt forward and pulled Zoya up right before her back touched the model, wrapping his arms around her back as he held her up. But behind their entwined forms, the model slid off the wobbly table, pieces of white foam flying across the cabin as it crashed onto the ground in a pool of crumpled mess.

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Haha...Jealous Asad is a treat to read about!
The eating scene was so funny...Asad & his OCD!

But..but...the nodel is shattered now!

Lion will roar at his lioness again!
Waiting for the next update! 😳

gr8 part loved it

Zoya to gayi kaam se. Superb update.