Chapter 7
Zoya
"Ms. Farroqui!" Mr. Khan called after her and she cringed not turning around but she made no more moves to leave.
She schooled her features and turned to face him. "Yes, Mr. Khan."
He was rapidly buttoning a blue shirt as she faced him. "What are you doing in my room?"
"I was just coming to ask you something. The door was open." She said gesturing back to the gaping door. "You're busy." She said quickly her eyes unconsciously drifting to the gaping of his shirt where in his haste he'd buttoned it wrong. "Ah, Mr. Khan you're shirt isn't . . ."she gestured to his shirt and he looked down taking in his misbuttoned shirt and turning away to fix it.
Zoya smothered a laugh behind her hands and immediately dropped them as he turned back to face her.
"I'm fine now. What do you want?" He sounded irritated. With her? Probably.
"I . . . well I was wondering . . ." she trailed off as he stared at her puzzled.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Could you call the doctor?" she fake coughed over her words.
"What did you say?" he asked but she could see the beginnings of a smirk coming on his clean shaven face.
"I said . . . Could you call the doctor?" she muttered softly looking at the floor.
She expected him to gloat, to do anything but what he actually did.
He was by her side immediately lifting her chin with his forefinger. "You're hurting?" he asked concerned.
I'm so confused, Zoya thought to herself. She just stared at him sure the confusion was shining in her eyes.
He cleared his throat and moved away from her. "I'll call the doctor." He turned away from her, she stood awkwardly in his room waiting for him to say something but she ended up listening to him phone the doctor and then he just ignored her. As if she wasn't even there.
She took that as a hint for her to leave and did just that feeling completely conflicted and a tiny bit dejected.
The doctor examined her and said it was nothing too serious but she'd be in pain because the area was tender. He gave her some lotion so similar to what she was already using that she rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking.
"Get some rest, dear." The doctor patted her hand and left.
Mr. Khan wasn't even around. After he'd shown the doctor into her room, he'd left soon after.
She didn't know what to make of his behaviour and she just felt that it was too wayward and that she should probably just forget it.
She lay back against her pillows and waited for sleep but it never came. Instead she spent the night tossing and turning.
She threw back the covers and went outside to sit and look at the stars. Maybe if she counted them long enough she'd get sleepy and head back to bed.
But she wasn't expecting to find Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan already sitting there. She didn't speak but sat on the bench next to him. She looked up at the night's sky, the stars so pretty against the darkness. She smiled to herself.
Next thing she knew, Mr. Khan had gotten up and he walked away from her and went back inside.
"Hunh. Wonder what's wrong with him?" she mused. She soon felt tired enough and went to bed falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Asad
He had to steer clear of her. There was no other choice. Something was different between them since they came back and he would be a fool not to acknowledge it. Even Yash saw it when they'd uncovered Zoya's lifeless body.
He was behaving so unlike himself and he couldn't stand it. He was different with her now and still confused. No he was staying very far away from Ms. Zoya Farooqui. She spelt only trouble for him and after his reaction earlier to her needing a doctor for her pain; he knew this would be the only choice.
This was not going anywhere. He was ending it right now. He just needed to make sure they didn't end up alone in the same room from now on.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Edited by cclove - 12 years ago
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