FF: Yes Boss #2 - Link to #3 on pg 1 - Page 34

Lmao now Asad will be jealous of two guys haha

and GO ON ZOYA, tell that weird man!

and uh oh the model broke :O

Originally posted by: goingreen

Hahaha I need to give you a name too, since you call me ninja. Warrior theek rahega? Then together we can be ninja warrior :p Glad you're enjoying it! (:

Originally posted by: webuser7

Sorry, I have decided to be pretty inactive! I just comment on yours and Palygirl's FFs!

Does the model have to be tangible? Let Ms Technology take it a step further and come up with 3D Architectural Visualization! 😉

Aw haha that's nice enough (: Let's keep it tangible, somethings are better old-fashioned :p

Originally posted by: A.Hajnal

Warrior...Haila, how did you came to know that my aggression for fights...?? 😲 lol You came here to get info about me and I missed you... lol

See, you are a real Ninjaaa...😳 But hmm, Ninja warrior...Me loves...🤓 lol

I didn't know that, but I guess I'm just a mind reader HAHA. Alright then, warrior it is :p

Okay! This is pretty long by my standards k, so no complaining :p

Yes Boss: Part 20

Asad slowly let go of Zoya as he turned towards the destroyed model that lay sprawled across the ground, his eyes watering up immediately. All his hard work for the past few days... lay on the ground in pieces. He bent down to pick up a small piece of foam that was next to his foot, staring at it intently. Zoya was about to place her hand on his shoulder when the shrill ringing of Asad's phone broke the moment.

"Hello? Ah, Miss Narges. What time tomorrow...? Will the evening be okay? Let's say around eight over dinner. Oh, your mother has to fly off. Alright, how about four then? Yes, yes, thank you! Yes, I'll see you then. Goodbye!" Asad set a time with Narges over the phone, not a trace of panic in his voice.

"Mr Khan..." Zoya began to say as Asad placed his phone back in his pocket. She reached for his shoulder, placing her warm hand on it in a bid to comfort him. But to her surprise, Asad flinched at her touch, brushing her hand off rudely.

"Get out Miss Farooqui. Go home, and don't ever come back here. Tell Ammi I won't be home tonight, I'll be staying over at the office. Oh wait, don't bother. I'm not sure if I'll be able to trust you to convey even that simple message. Main khud keh doonga Ammi ko. Now get lost. I should've known that trying to keep you in a country that didn't even want you would turn out to be a big mistake," Asad snapped caustically, without even turning to Zoya.

Asad closed his eyes when he heard the choked gasp escape Zoya's lips, but steeled himself enough not to turn around or change his mind. He remained still in that position until he heard Zoya's footsteps leave the cabin and the closing of the door thereafter, before dropping his shoulders and letting out a loud sigh of disappointment. He kicked away some foam from around his feet before reaching for the toppled table and setting it back up. He had a lot of work to do now. Worrying about Zoya's feelings would just have to take a backseat for now.

A few hours passed, and Asad could practically feel the office emptying up, the sounds of people moving around becoming less and less. He sighed as he stared at the foundation of the model that he'd managed to lay again, knowing full well that there was still a long way to go. At least the fact that there would be silence now was something that he could be grateful for.

Funnily enough, it was at the very point after this thought crossed his mind that he heard a knock at his cabin door. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was past eight. Who could still be in the office at this time?

"Come in," Asad allowed, and then regretted it within seconds as he heard the familiar sound of a person trying terribly hard to balance on heels. He turned to the door to find Zoya walking in, armed with paper bags. He gaped at her openly, outraged at her audacity.

"Before you say anything, I would like to say that I'm sorry for bumping into your table and making the mall model fall. At the same time, I would like to remind you that the only reason for my clumsiness was your immature shoving of my shoulder. That aside, I know that there's a lot to be done before tomorrow afternoon, so I'm not here to argue with you. When you asked me to leave just now, I didn't go home. I just called Phuphi up and told her the full story, since I know you wouldn't have bothered to explain yourself, before waiting for everyone to leave the office. Then I bought some shawarmas from across the street. I know you wouldn't have time for a meal, so I bought something that would be easy to eat," Zoya explained herself quickly, without giving Asad any chance to get a word in.

Zoya lifted one of the paper bags and placed it on the sofa, taking one aluminium-wrapped shawarma out. She placed the other paper bag on the floor before approaching Asad with the shawarma.

"It's not anyone's fault that you can't seem to balance on those ridiculous heels of yours," Asad bit out childishly, blatantly refusing to take the shawarma from Zoya's hand. He knew that he was just being stupid now, but he was still angry for reasons he couldn't understand. It wasn't just about the model anymore. It was about her, and her dressing, and who she was dressing for. It made his shoving still feel pretty legit.

"Mr Khan, we can either spend the whole night arguing about who's fault this is, or you can just eat this now-soggy shawarma, get back to work, and let me do mine. The ball is in your court," Zoya put simply, stretching her arm out further as she waved the shawarma under his nose. Asad finally reached for the shawarma with a low growl, tearing the aluminium foil off viciously before biting into it.

"Wait a second, what do you mean whole night? Aren't you going home now? And what work do you have?" Asad asked, as he stopped chewing halfway through his bite. Zoya shrugged nonchalantly before reaching for the second paper bag on the floor.

"I told Phuphi I wouldn't be home either, mostly because it would be close to impossible for me to ride that bicycle home by myself. My feet are aching from walking around in these heels the whole day. And my work would be to clean up this mess. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but since your focus is on re-doing the model, your OCD self has slipped away. There's foam and cardboard flying everywhere around the cabin, yet you don't seem to care. Just as you don't seem to care that you have sauce from the shawarma smeared on your lips and hands at the moment. Which leads me to conclude that your OCD is indeed something solvable, you just need to stop focusing on it," Zoya rambled, as she pulled out a small broom and dustpan from the paper bag, stuff she found in the storeroom after everyone had left.

"I thought you said you weren't here to waste my time," Asad grumbled as he reached for a tissue paper to wipe his face, unhappy with her obsession to get rid of his OCD. And to think he was the obsessive/compulsive one. Zoya raised both her hands as if she was surrendering, before running her finger across her lips to indicate that she was zipping her mouth now. She began to sweep the foam up around the sofa first, just as Asad finished the last bit of his shawarma and returned his attention to the model. He glanced at her briefly as she concentrated on tidying up the place, a small smile tracing his face, secretly grateful for her silent show of moral support.

Zoya reached the area below the table with the model on it and ran the broom over it, but frowned as she found the pieces of foam sticking to the bristles. She peered closely at the ground and found spatters of oil there, touching it with her fingers just to reconfirm. She followed the trail of oil and found it dripping from one of the legs of the table. She stood up in a rush to take a look at the table, banging her head against the back of the table in the process.

"OUCH!" Zoya screamed as she clutched her head and came out from under the table. Asad was quick to react, clutching the edges of the table immediately to stop the wobbling and save the model within the confines of his arms. Once the table stopped moving, Asad removed his hands from the table, and reached for Zoya's head, keeping it still by holding the back of her neck, whilst rubbing the part of her head that bumped the table with the other hand.

"Are you okay? What were you even doing? Aapka dusra naam musibat hi hona chahiye," Asad groaned, pulling Zoya's head into his chest after rubbing it for a while, hoping that would give her comfort. A frown began to form on his face as he rubbed his index finger and thumb together, the feel of oil evident on them. He let go of Zoya slowly, his eyes fixed on his fingers.

"Oil hai na? That's exactly what I found on the ground too, that's why I stood up so suddenly. You were holding the table just now right? That means there was oil on the edges of the table too. OH! That must be why the table and model toppled so easily! Lekin yeh oil aaya kahan se?" Zoya asked, looking around the cabin for some clue. Asad's and Zoya's eyes landed on the same thing at the same time, before turning to each other again, Asad's eyes blazing with fury while Zoya's eyes widened in terror.

"Mr Khan, this was all just an unfortunate series of events. I chose to wear heels today, you chose to shove me today, and Monica chose to make some oily chicken satay today. Everything just happened to happen at the same time, isme kissi ka dosh nahi hai. Dosh hai toh muqaddar ka!" Zoya put the blame on Monica wisely as she picked up the now empty but still oily plastic disposable plate that she'd brought into the cabin after lunch and placed on the table before it toppled.

Asad growled a little as he took a menacing step towards Zoya, making her step back herself. But he didn't go any further than that, heaving slightly as he clenched his fists. There was no point in getting angry anymore, it would just be another way of wasting time. He unclenched his fists and turned back to the model wordlessly, but a sidelong glance helped him notice that Zoya was breathing heavily, resting her hand on her chest as she calmed herself down. He shook his head and concentrated on the model, tuning her presence out for his own peace of mind.

A while later, Zoya found herself standing near the sofa, staring proudly at the now tidy cabin. She dusted her hands on her pants in accomplishment before marching up to Asad confidently and tapping him on his shoulder.

"Main aapki kuch aur madat karoon?" Zoya asked cheerily, as Asad turned to her with a sigh. He looked at his half-done model and then at her again, before shaking his head. Zoya pouted unhappily, but then again, she understood his lack of trust in her with regards to the model.

"Miss Farooqui, don't take it to heart, it's just that I can't handle any more mess ups. If I were to try and help you code a program, I'd probably make a mess of it because it's not my expertise. In the same way, this is my territory, and I'm used to working alone. I would be grateful if you could get me a cup of coffee though," Asad explained himself, without being asked to. Zoya's pout disappeared within seconds, pleasantly surprised that Asad had bothered to think about her feelings for once. She nodded and walked out of the cabin, to the pantry. Asad needed all the coffee he could get. It was going to be a painfully long night.

XXX

Well, at least they're not killing each other yet.

okay finally saw u online after stalking like thousand times

Love these 2, awesome update

very nice part

Great update. Glad Asad has calmed down a bit. Poor Monica gets blamed for her oily chicken!! Grill the chicken next time, Monica!!

Awesome update...
Juz love the way zoya give asad support wgich asad needs it badly...They juz cant do without each other..
Looking forward to ur next update