Zoya woke up in a strange place. And by a strange place, it meant that she did not wake up in her bedroom. She was somewhere else, somewhere which was totally different from her normal soft and cozy bedroom in her apartment in NYC.
There was a loud drumming noise in the back of her head, like her head was being smashed against a hard surface 'repeatedly. "Ugh." She tried to move her stiff body, or try to get up or something and that was when she felt it.
There was a hand 'an arm draped possessively over her waist and a heavy leg thrown over her two legs, pinning her in place.
Oh my god. What did I do? What the bullocks did I do? Zoya mentally cursed herself. She had never done anything this wild, especially if she couldn't even remember what had happened to her. All she could remember was that she had come been on her way to a bachelorette party'oh yeah, her bachelorette party with a couple of friends'heading off to Las Vegas for the day. And after that, it was blank. She didn't remember getting off in Las Vegas, or even checking into her hotel. The last thing she could remember was that she was in her apartment in NYC planning the whole thing with her friends'or well her friends planning it for her and now. This moment. Today, when she had woken up, she had woken up in a whole new place. A place with big windows from which the sun was shining brightly.
Ayaan! Crap! Ayaan was her would-be-husband, her fianc, the man whom she cared about. Love, well that was a whole new thing for her but she knew, that in 10 days from now she would be getting married to him. And then starting a whole new life. 10 days'what day was it today? She knew her wedding was 10 days from her early bachelorette party'but she wasn't even sure what date it was today to be sure if it actually was 10 days till her wedding!
Zoya then remembered the firm hand which was lying on her stomach. Oh god! Zoya slowly turned her direction towards the person whose hand was so tightly wrapped around her, and whose body refused to let Zoya go and instead, she just cursed herself. Out of all the people. Zoya closed her eyes and opened them again, hoping that this was just a bad nightmare, the worst but sadly it wasn't.
Beside her, the leg which was pinning her down to the mattress and the hand which refused to let her budge from the tight hold of her waist belonged to none other than the man'guy'person'she despised the most, Asad Ahmed Khan.
Yes, the one and only. Asad 'the cold hearted, non-smiling, self-loathing, self made-billionaire. Asad Ahmed Khan, the person she disliked the most. Asad Ahmed Khan, whom she can swear hates her. Asad Ahmed Khan, her boss. Asad Ahmed Khan, her fiance's elder step-brother. Asad Ahmed Khan 'the man without emotions.
Zoya Farooqi was in bed with the bad boy of NYC, Asad Ahmed Khan. And she had no damned recollection of how she had gotten there. How they had gotten there.
Zoya stared at horror into Asad's face and his naked back. She saw how relaxed he looked, how dazed, how peaceful. Zoya had this sudden urge to touch Asad's forehead and place a soft kiss on his cheek. Why can't you be this peaceful when you talk you big Oaf? Zoya's gaze travelled up to Asad's pitch black hair which was rumpled up, as if he had spent the whole night doing the wicked and the dirty 'with her?
Oh my god.
Zoya quickly shifted her focus from Asad to and peeked beneath her bed covers to realize that that she was still clothed. Semi-clothed? Her clothes were gone but she was still had her undergarments on, leaving her to believe that no. Asad and she had not done the deed, or the wicked and the dirty.
Which was a good sign, was it not?
Zoya shook her head and she decided that she couldn't wait anymore and that it was time to wake Asad from his peaceful sleep.
Zoya pushed on Asad's arm but found it to be hard as steel and same with his leg. And it didn't help that Asad's body was partially on her too. And she may not have noticed this before but at this current time, this big Oaf weighed a ton.
"Ugh." Asad let out a frustrated growl.
And finally, Zoya got a brilliant idea. Or so she supposed it was. Zoya struggled to get out of Asad's hard grip as much as she could, or well, until she had a good angle to Asad's arm and opened her mouth and dug her teeth neatly into his arm and pressed with all her might.
Yes, Asad had sharp teeth, and had decent benefits, one of which was to make people yelp in pain.
After she dug her teeth into Asad's arm, she counted down from three'two'one' and right as if on cue, Asad let of Zoya's waist and sat up on the bed.
"What the bloody'!"
Zoya kicked Asad's waist and despite the effort it took her, she managed to kick him off the bed along with the comforter. She clutched the bed covers tightly to her chest before running her hand through her hair. And that is when she noticed it. A ring, on her finger.
And just when she thought matters couldn't get any worse. They did.
Zoya Farooqi was wearing a ring, a wedding band. "Asad, why am I wearing a wedding band?" Zoya's stomach did a flip.
"What?" Asad's looked at Zoya's hand which had a diamond glistening from it and then moved his eyes to his hands and saw a wedding band on his finger too.
Asad looked horrified and so did Zoya. They both were terrified. "We are married!"
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