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Hey guys,
No u r not dreaming i'm really here even if i have exams tomorrow and all the week, this one is for AsyaManeet who wanted me badly to update and here is your birthday present, and dobt forget about telling me how it was.
So, in this TS, i'm not making any conclusions, some of these things are true about Paris, but some are not, please read it open mindedly.
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This night was a special night, it was New Year's eve, here in Paris, people liked to roam around this night, festivity of Christmas were not yet over, there was still the huge Christmas tree decorated at "la place de la concorde".
New Year's eve in Paris used to be special to Zoya too, she loved this city, no, she loved this country, she loved France. Zoya was also like others, she used to love roaming around for the New Year's Eve, doing shopping, going out with friends, partying till late at night, until that Eve, when she lost her only family, her Zeenat Appi.
Paris' celebration for the New Year's Eve used to be a beautiful moment, a night to remember, a calm and peaceful night where people used to enjoy their evening, but now on that Eve, it's crazy to roam around, people r drunk and driving in that or r uncounscious in metro undergrounds of the capital, there r many fireworks but not the one planned by government, but what people think that they can do themselves but ended by burning cars, leading to conflicts, sometimes even stabbing, murders, drugs consomation, there were lots of police, fire men, hospitals on this evening in full-service, but how could it be enough? Paris didnt had just a bright side but also had a dark one.
Paris is not just a city, it is also the huge capital of France, who every tourists want to visit on this special day of New Year's Eve.
Since she lost her Appi, 3 years ago, on this very day or should i say night, Zoya never went out to celebrate New Year, she would always spend her time at home, watching movies or relaxing, but tonight she couldnt sit at home. She was still in her office, can u believe it?! On the New Year's Eve, where everybody would enjoy their time with their family, Zoya was working in her office, as the secretary of her boss' construction's company, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan. She never understood, why this night out of nowhere, her boss, Mr. Khan would work more than the other days, hence keeping her longer time in the office, even last year it was like that. She looked at the clock, it was now 10:30 pm.
Asad was a very good human being, but always with an angry-young-man attitude, he was introvert, would hardly talk to anybody, he lived in this city alone, his dad had left them when Asad was in a young age, his mother died of a cancer 2 years after his dad left them, he had raised his little sister, Najma urff Tamatar and when she became a doctor, Asad got her married to the love of her life Imran. Not able to face the fact that he had nobody left back but just a baby sister who will hardly be able to meet him once she got married. Asad decided to move in France, alone, he never thought about falling in love, getting married... He didnt even had a normal childhood, he had to be the mother and the father to Najma, hence responsible, serious... Asad moved in France, 5 years ago and started his own company 4 years ago.
When Zoya joined Asad's office as his secretary, 3 and half year ago, the office got upside down. Zoya's ways of working were very different from Asad's personality, which made him go mad really often, before she used to be very hurt, she would cry but then Asad, guilty, would also come to say sorry which would always made her feel better. Now, she was used to that behaviour and wouldnt cry but would answer him back if needed, they were not friends, but they were not just boss-secretary either, their bond was much more deeper than that, unnamed, unrecognized, but it was there. They knew that they didnt share a mere boss-secretary bond, Zoya could say anything to Asad, if it would have been others he would have fired them for disrespect, but Zoya, Asad felt that she had a right on him, even though denying it, she was well aware of the different behaviour but always dismissed it. Asad is not very smiling person, but with Zoya, she was able to make him smile. He couldnt deny the fact that her presence didnt affected him, her sweet, intoxicating fragrance which sometimes would make him lost into her beautiful brown orbs.
It wasnt a coincidence that Asad was making Zoya stay later than usual tonight, it was intentional but Zoya didnt knew it, Asad wanted her to stay because he knew that if she stayed at her home, she would feel depressed, she needed to be busy, not to think of those bitter memories, and for him keeping her in his sight would be a kind of relief, knowing that she's ok.
"Allah Miya, what's wrong with u Mr. Khan?!" Zoya asked barging into his cabin.
Asad who was lost in her thoughts, was sitting with his back to her on his office chair, turned to face her.
Zoya always thought of him as a very good-looking man - drop, dead, gorgeous man. And when he turned around on his office chair, he looked tired, but still that gorgeous and handsome. She couldnt deny the fact that his presence affected her, his posture, his cologne...
"What?" Asad asked looking at Zoya who was staring at him.
"Huh..voh..actually.. Mr. Khan, what am i doing in this office?!" She asked getting back on Earth, while Asad smirked.
"Ms. Farooqi, r u ok? I mean u dont know what u do here? Of course u work here Ms. Farooqi" he replied smugly and getting up to stand in front of her, and she looked at him with fire spitting eyes.
"Mr. Khan, c'est la veille du nouvel an! Et je suis toujours en train de travailler ici a cette heure tardive!" ("Mr. Khan, it's the new year's eve! And i am still working at this lately hour!") shouted Zoya in french to Asad who rolled his eyes and tried to interrupt.
"Ms. Farooqi, you are here because you need me!" Zoya got confused "i mean i need you here because of the new project" rectified Asad.
"But, cant we do it any other day, i'm tired" Zoya pouted and he smiled.
"D'accord!" ("ok!") replied Asad to a now smiling Zoya.
Both wore their coat and thats when Asad saw the time, it was now 11pm.
When both came out of the office, the cold breeze touched their cheeks making Zoya hug herself.
Asad knew that it wouldnt be safe to let Zoya go ALONE, it would be dangerous and even more for a girl.
"Ms. Farooqi, come i will drop you" Asad said to Zoya who looked at him wide eyed and he smacked his forehead.
"I meant i will drop you at your place, you know...its..its not sa..safe..to go alone" continued Asad carefuly, not wanting to remind her the date even though she knew it.
Zoya just nodded and Asad opened the passenger seat's door for her, when she got in he closed and went to the driving seat, he immediately trued to turn on the engine, but failed, his car's battery was dead.
Asad sighed then looked at Zoya who was lost in her thoughts.
"Ms. Farooqi" he tried to call her, "Ms. Farooqi" he tried a bit louder, but on getting no response, he softly put his hand on her shoulder and called softly "Zoya"
Thats when he got her attention. "My car's battery is dead, lets go by walking" Asad said calmly and she nodded.
She was too calm and he wasnt liking it, he wanted that bubbly, smiling, mischievous, sometimes irritating Zoya back.
Both got down of the car and started walking side by side.
"Ms. Farooqi, do you know that you are looking horrible?" Asad asked mischievously to a now angry and Zoya.
"Haaaww! Have you ever seen your face Mr. Khan?!!" Zoya replied with a fake chuckle and he smirked.
"Yes, every morning! And Thank you i know that i'm hot!" he replied smirking and her jaw touched the ground with her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Mr. Khan, are you okay?! I mean YOU, THE ASAD AHMED KHAN is using these kind of words, what would happen next?!" Zoya gasped fakely, back to being dramebaaz.
Asad was glad and annoyed, glad because she was back to smiling but annoyed because she was making fun of him.
"Actually i was and wasnt kidding" said Asad after sometime and Zoya looked at him. "Uhm..voh..actually.. you are looking nice but yes you were looking horrible with that frown" started in a soft voice but continued mischievously, while Zoya gave him a genuine smile because she got to know that he was trying to make her smile.
They had walked for a while, it was 11:30pm now they were in front of "les Champs-Elysees".
<img src="https://www.francetvinfo.fr/image/7508g6mie-9f4e/570/320/3136454.jpg" alt="" />
Seeing this crowd, Asad slipped his hand into Zoya's and grabbed it tightly but softly, this action made her feel safe, secured. While Asad was just feeling her hand in his.
Asad was at the front, making way for her, but then there were some drunkards who were bumping into her. He let go of her hand and put his left arm around her shoulder, securing her in his embrace and started making way into that crowd and Zoya was just staring at him, she could feel the warmth of his chest and arm through his knee-length coat, she didnt know when, she rested her head on his chest.
They had now crossed the crowd but his arm was still around her shoulder and her head still on his chest, both didnt wanted to let go of each other. For others, they were a cute couple cuddling each other. They continued to walk further, it was now 11:45pm, they were crossing the park just in front of the Eiffel Tower.
"Can we sit on the bench for a while?" Zoya asked to Asad softly while pointing to the bench facing the Eiffel tower and he replied "of course!"
Even though there were a lots of people in, mostly tourists, but they were all sitting on the grass, hence the bench was free.
Both sat on it, still in their embrace, then Asad heard some sniffling and looked down and saw Zoya's tears rolling down her cheeks while she had her eyes closed tightly.
Asad rubbed his hand on her encircled arm southingly without sayind anything, just to let her know that she is not alone.
After 3 minutes of sniffling, she calmed down with his help, with his provided comfort.
"I used to love new year's eve for all his festivities, parties, roaming around Paris with friends and all" started Zoya smiling but then got serious "but since few years ago, when one of our neighbour got stabbed on a new year's eve by some hooligans, Zeenat Appi wasnt letting me go out to party and all because of all the happenings here, but being the stubborn i am, i went out in secret with some of my friends, i enjoyed along with them, then Appi started calling me and she was very angry, she said that she was coming to take me home, i went to the underground nearby and i was waiting for the underground metro alone, my friends were still at the party, but before the metro came, 2 hooligans came with a dagger, they were both threatening me, but when i told them that i wasnt scared, one of them held while the other was taking all my belongings out from my purse, then i called them cowards, then they got offended and wanted to show me they were not cowards. They were about to stab me in my stomach, just then Appi appeared...getting...getting st..stabbed because of me!!" Zoya sobbed loudly.
Asad got teary but he had to be strong for her, with her, to her. He turned towards her and envelopped her into a tight embrace, hidding her face in his neck, while stroking her head, he dropped a kiss on her there, letting her cry, but along with that giving her comfort of his embrace. She hugged him back, letting herself go, letting him comfort her, letting him south her.
"I am always feeling lonely" sobbed Zoya while pulling back from him.
(There are never fireworks in the CITY of Paris, there was only once and it was for the new year 2000, if you heard that there were, it means they were only rumors).
That's when the 1st firework of the new year cracked making the sky brighter.
"Shh...you are not alone and will never be because i would always be there, with you, for you!" told Asad cupping her face while looking into her eyes, when he saw her lips twitching upwards, turning into a smile.
Without thinking further, he tilted his head forward and captured her lips into his, the fireworks were being heard without being heard for them, everybody shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
After a passionate kiss, they broke away for lack of oxygen, but resting their foreheads together both smiled and she blushed, and both said at the same time "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" to each other.
Then Asad broke away and took her hands into his.
"Je t'aime Zoya" ("i love you Zoya") confessed Asad while looking into her eyes.
"And it took you 3 years and a half to say it?!!!" Zoya said with a fake anger. "Je t'aime aussi Asad!" ("I love you too Asad!") confessed throwing her arms around Asad's neck, firstly he was taken aback, but then he hugged her back.
"And yes, maybe you were alone, but you were never lonely, i was always there keeping an eye on you, and never on the 31st december i left you alone, why do you think i kept you late at office on this night in particular since 2 years ago? And who do you think owns the flat next to your door? Didnt you find it strange that you would hear him only on the 31st december?"
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PS: So? How was it? Did you like the 1st part? I hope you did! I posted this just because i was getting threatening pms about updating my ffs, and also sweet vale comments, who compelled me to write something. Buddy me for pms.
INDEX:
PART 2 - THREAD 2
PART 3 - THREAD 2
THREAD 2
No u r not dreaming i'm really here even if i have exams tomorrow and all the week, this one is for AsyaManeet who wanted me badly to update and here is your birthday present, and dobt forget about telling me how it was.
So, in this TS, i'm not making any conclusions, some of these things are true about Paris, but some are not, please read it open mindedly.
*******
This night was a special night, it was New Year's eve, here in Paris, people liked to roam around this night, festivity of Christmas were not yet over, there was still the huge Christmas tree decorated at "la place de la concorde".
New Year's eve in Paris used to be special to Zoya too, she loved this city, no, she loved this country, she loved France. Zoya was also like others, she used to love roaming around for the New Year's Eve, doing shopping, going out with friends, partying till late at night, until that Eve, when she lost her only family, her Zeenat Appi.
Paris' celebration for the New Year's Eve used to be a beautiful moment, a night to remember, a calm and peaceful night where people used to enjoy their evening, but now on that Eve, it's crazy to roam around, people r drunk and driving in that or r uncounscious in metro undergrounds of the capital, there r many fireworks but not the one planned by government, but what people think that they can do themselves but ended by burning cars, leading to conflicts, sometimes even stabbing, murders, drugs consomation, there were lots of police, fire men, hospitals on this evening in full-service, but how could it be enough? Paris didnt had just a bright side but also had a dark one.
Paris is not just a city, it is also the huge capital of France, who every tourists want to visit on this special day of New Year's Eve.
Since she lost her Appi, 3 years ago, on this very day or should i say night, Zoya never went out to celebrate New Year, she would always spend her time at home, watching movies or relaxing, but tonight she couldnt sit at home. She was still in her office, can u believe it?! On the New Year's Eve, where everybody would enjoy their time with their family, Zoya was working in her office, as the secretary of her boss' construction's company, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan. She never understood, why this night out of nowhere, her boss, Mr. Khan would work more than the other days, hence keeping her longer time in the office, even last year it was like that. She looked at the clock, it was now 10:30 pm.
Asad was a very good human being, but always with an angry-young-man attitude, he was introvert, would hardly talk to anybody, he lived in this city alone, his dad had left them when Asad was in a young age, his mother died of a cancer 2 years after his dad left them, he had raised his little sister, Najma urff Tamatar and when she became a doctor, Asad got her married to the love of her life Imran. Not able to face the fact that he had nobody left back but just a baby sister who will hardly be able to meet him once she got married. Asad decided to move in France, alone, he never thought about falling in love, getting married... He didnt even had a normal childhood, he had to be the mother and the father to Najma, hence responsible, serious... Asad moved in France, 5 years ago and started his own company 4 years ago.
When Zoya joined Asad's office as his secretary, 3 and half year ago, the office got upside down. Zoya's ways of working were very different from Asad's personality, which made him go mad really often, before she used to be very hurt, she would cry but then Asad, guilty, would also come to say sorry which would always made her feel better. Now, she was used to that behaviour and wouldnt cry but would answer him back if needed, they were not friends, but they were not just boss-secretary either, their bond was much more deeper than that, unnamed, unrecognized, but it was there. They knew that they didnt share a mere boss-secretary bond, Zoya could say anything to Asad, if it would have been others he would have fired them for disrespect, but Zoya, Asad felt that she had a right on him, even though denying it, she was well aware of the different behaviour but always dismissed it. Asad is not very smiling person, but with Zoya, she was able to make him smile. He couldnt deny the fact that her presence didnt affected him, her sweet, intoxicating fragrance which sometimes would make him lost into her beautiful brown orbs.
It wasnt a coincidence that Asad was making Zoya stay later than usual tonight, it was intentional but Zoya didnt knew it, Asad wanted her to stay because he knew that if she stayed at her home, she would feel depressed, she needed to be busy, not to think of those bitter memories, and for him keeping her in his sight would be a kind of relief, knowing that she's ok.
"Allah Miya, what's wrong with u Mr. Khan?!" Zoya asked barging into his cabin.
Asad who was lost in her thoughts, was sitting with his back to her on his office chair, turned to face her.
Zoya always thought of him as a very good-looking man - drop, dead, gorgeous man. And when he turned around on his office chair, he looked tired, but still that gorgeous and handsome. She couldnt deny the fact that his presence affected her, his posture, his cologne...
"What?" Asad asked looking at Zoya who was staring at him.
"Huh..voh..actually.. Mr. Khan, what am i doing in this office?!" She asked getting back on Earth, while Asad smirked.
"Ms. Farooqi, r u ok? I mean u dont know what u do here? Of course u work here Ms. Farooqi" he replied smugly and getting up to stand in front of her, and she looked at him with fire spitting eyes.
"Mr. Khan, c'est la veille du nouvel an! Et je suis toujours en train de travailler ici a cette heure tardive!" ("Mr. Khan, it's the new year's eve! And i am still working at this lately hour!") shouted Zoya in french to Asad who rolled his eyes and tried to interrupt.
"Ms. Farooqi, you are here because you need me!" Zoya got confused "i mean i need you here because of the new project" rectified Asad.
"But, cant we do it any other day, i'm tired" Zoya pouted and he smiled.
"D'accord!" ("ok!") replied Asad to a now smiling Zoya.
Both wore their coat and thats when Asad saw the time, it was now 11pm.
When both came out of the office, the cold breeze touched their cheeks making Zoya hug herself.
Asad knew that it wouldnt be safe to let Zoya go ALONE, it would be dangerous and even more for a girl.
"Ms. Farooqi, come i will drop you" Asad said to Zoya who looked at him wide eyed and he smacked his forehead.
"I meant i will drop you at your place, you know...its..its not sa..safe..to go alone" continued Asad carefuly, not wanting to remind her the date even though she knew it.
Zoya just nodded and Asad opened the passenger seat's door for her, when she got in he closed and went to the driving seat, he immediately trued to turn on the engine, but failed, his car's battery was dead.
Asad sighed then looked at Zoya who was lost in her thoughts.
"Ms. Farooqi" he tried to call her, "Ms. Farooqi" he tried a bit louder, but on getting no response, he softly put his hand on her shoulder and called softly "Zoya"
Thats when he got her attention. "My car's battery is dead, lets go by walking" Asad said calmly and she nodded.
She was too calm and he wasnt liking it, he wanted that bubbly, smiling, mischievous, sometimes irritating Zoya back.
Both got down of the car and started walking side by side.
"Ms. Farooqi, do you know that you are looking horrible?" Asad asked mischievously to a now angry and Zoya.
"Haaaww! Have you ever seen your face Mr. Khan?!!" Zoya replied with a fake chuckle and he smirked.
"Yes, every morning! And Thank you i know that i'm hot!" he replied smirking and her jaw touched the ground with her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Mr. Khan, are you okay?! I mean YOU, THE ASAD AHMED KHAN is using these kind of words, what would happen next?!" Zoya gasped fakely, back to being dramebaaz.
Asad was glad and annoyed, glad because she was back to smiling but annoyed because she was making fun of him.
"Actually i was and wasnt kidding" said Asad after sometime and Zoya looked at him. "Uhm..voh..actually.. you are looking nice but yes you were looking horrible with that frown" started in a soft voice but continued mischievously, while Zoya gave him a genuine smile because she got to know that he was trying to make her smile.
They had walked for a while, it was 11:30pm now they were in front of "les Champs-Elysees".
<img src="https://www.francetvinfo.fr/image/7508g6mie-9f4e/570/320/3136454.jpg" alt="" />
Seeing this crowd, Asad slipped his hand into Zoya's and grabbed it tightly but softly, this action made her feel safe, secured. While Asad was just feeling her hand in his.
Asad was at the front, making way for her, but then there were some drunkards who were bumping into her. He let go of her hand and put his left arm around her shoulder, securing her in his embrace and started making way into that crowd and Zoya was just staring at him, she could feel the warmth of his chest and arm through his knee-length coat, she didnt know when, she rested her head on his chest.
They had now crossed the crowd but his arm was still around her shoulder and her head still on his chest, both didnt wanted to let go of each other. For others, they were a cute couple cuddling each other. They continued to walk further, it was now 11:45pm, they were crossing the park just in front of the Eiffel Tower.
"Can we sit on the bench for a while?" Zoya asked to Asad softly while pointing to the bench facing the Eiffel tower and he replied "of course!"
Even though there were a lots of people in, mostly tourists, but they were all sitting on the grass, hence the bench was free.
Both sat on it, still in their embrace, then Asad heard some sniffling and looked down and saw Zoya's tears rolling down her cheeks while she had her eyes closed tightly.
Asad rubbed his hand on her encircled arm southingly without sayind anything, just to let her know that she is not alone.
After 3 minutes of sniffling, she calmed down with his help, with his provided comfort.
"I used to love new year's eve for all his festivities, parties, roaming around Paris with friends and all" started Zoya smiling but then got serious "but since few years ago, when one of our neighbour got stabbed on a new year's eve by some hooligans, Zeenat Appi wasnt letting me go out to party and all because of all the happenings here, but being the stubborn i am, i went out in secret with some of my friends, i enjoyed along with them, then Appi started calling me and she was very angry, she said that she was coming to take me home, i went to the underground nearby and i was waiting for the underground metro alone, my friends were still at the party, but before the metro came, 2 hooligans came with a dagger, they were both threatening me, but when i told them that i wasnt scared, one of them held while the other was taking all my belongings out from my purse, then i called them cowards, then they got offended and wanted to show me they were not cowards. They were about to stab me in my stomach, just then Appi appeared...getting...getting st..stabbed because of me!!" Zoya sobbed loudly.
Asad got teary but he had to be strong for her, with her, to her. He turned towards her and envelopped her into a tight embrace, hidding her face in his neck, while stroking her head, he dropped a kiss on her there, letting her cry, but along with that giving her comfort of his embrace. She hugged him back, letting herself go, letting him comfort her, letting him south her.
"I am always feeling lonely" sobbed Zoya while pulling back from him.
(There are never fireworks in the CITY of Paris, there was only once and it was for the new year 2000, if you heard that there were, it means they were only rumors).
That's when the 1st firework of the new year cracked making the sky brighter.
"Shh...you are not alone and will never be because i would always be there, with you, for you!" told Asad cupping her face while looking into her eyes, when he saw her lips twitching upwards, turning into a smile.
Without thinking further, he tilted his head forward and captured her lips into his, the fireworks were being heard without being heard for them, everybody shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
After a passionate kiss, they broke away for lack of oxygen, but resting their foreheads together both smiled and she blushed, and both said at the same time "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" to each other.
Then Asad broke away and took her hands into his.
"Je t'aime Zoya" ("i love you Zoya") confessed Asad while looking into her eyes.
"And it took you 3 years and a half to say it?!!!" Zoya said with a fake anger. "Je t'aime aussi Asad!" ("I love you too Asad!") confessed throwing her arms around Asad's neck, firstly he was taken aback, but then he hugged her back.
"And yes, maybe you were alone, but you were never lonely, i was always there keeping an eye on you, and never on the 31st december i left you alone, why do you think i kept you late at office on this night in particular since 2 years ago? And who do you think owns the flat next to your door? Didnt you find it strange that you would hear him only on the 31st december?"
******
PS: So? How was it? Did you like the 1st part? I hope you did! I posted this just because i was getting threatening pms about updating my ffs, and also sweet vale comments, who compelled me to write something. Buddy me for pms.
INDEX:
PART 2 - THREAD 2
PART 3 - THREAD 2
THREAD 2
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