It was lovely morning in New York city. But it was not so lovely for her.
"Where do I get so much money from?",Zoya introspected, as she came out of the hospital. 50 lakhs was a huge amount for her. She had to do something about it. 'Maybe I can ask Sofia Maam for some help', she thought as she rode her scooty to New Valley Studios.
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Zoya was just taking the dress off the mannequin when she heard a hustle behind her.
"How are the preps going Zoe?",asked Sofia.
"Uh.. They are going good. I was just making last minute changes. The model said the waist is loose for her",Zoya said with a warm smile.
"I have huge expectations from you Zoya. Don't do anything wrong tonight. Its a big show! And its a big day for you too. Make your hardwork count",she said patting Zoya's head.
"Its a very big day for me! I need that job! ",Zoya said.
"I know dear. Your mom will be well. Don't worry. I know you'll rock the show. You are one of the finest fashion students in the current batch. I am sure you'll impress each and everyone out there",Sofia said.
Zoya smiled.
But the one I need to impress is him,she thought in her mind.
Asad Ahmed Khan.
He was going to come here. He was the owner of one of the leading fashion industries in the world. 'Oh.. I wish I could work under him', she thought. She had to impress him. She wanted that job.
With that thought she glanced at the clock. She had to visit the hospital again.She mended the dress quickly and walked outside.
As luck would have it, her scooty failed to start. Damn It!, she said as she kicked it, yelling in pain herself the other second.
"Allah miyan! I'll have to walk all the way!!",Zoya said to herself.
With much difficulty she had asked for a one month's time to pay the fees in the hospital. She had decided that she would work really hard and her Boss would give her an advance. Well hopefully, she thought.
But little did she knew that Allah had something else on his mind.
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"No Ammi! Please don't start again!",Asad said, banging his head with his hand.
He hated the word 'marriage'. It was meaningless for him.
"Asad, just because I couldn't handle one doesn't mean you'll stay unmarried for the rest of your life",Dilshad said over the phone.
"Ammi! I don't want to marry anyone right now. I am too much occupied with my work".
"But 1 Day you have to Asad. And the time has come now. Enough of work. Its time for you to settle down. You can work after you get married also",Dilshad said, her voice stern.
"Ammi! Please don't send any more photographs. There are hundreds here already. I am not interested Ammi",Asad begged.
"Why do you always run away from marriage? Don't you like the girls I selected for you? .. Or Do you have a girl in your mind?",Dilshad asked.
This was the only way to end the topic then and there,he thought.
"Yes. There is.",Asad said, not realising what a big problem he was creating for himself.
"What? You didn't tell me? Mo.. i mean WOW! My boy is in love!",Dilshad mentally danced.
"Stop it Ammi!",he said.
"How is she?"
"Umm.. She is.. She is Nice. You'll like her",Asad had no clue what he was saying. He mentally smacked himself for lying to his mother.
"Wow.. I want to meet..."
"Ammi! I need to go. Important work. I'll call you at night. Give my love to Najma",he said, cutting off Dilshad's words as he hung up the phone.
He took his blazer and walked towards his car barking orders to his servants.
He really missed his mother. But sometimes he thanked Allah that she lived in India and he lived in New York. If she would have been here, she would have gotten him married as soon as he was born!
He reached SG Street. There were very few vehicles there. He decided to speed up. He wanted to finish the work as soon as possible. He didn't want to reach late for Sofia's show. He hated to be late. Just then, he saw a girl coming out of nowhere onto the middle of the road. She looked towards her right and then towards his car and then her face drew pale as she saw his car speeding towards her.
"Shit! ",he screamed as he hit the breaks and turned the car sideways.
The car screeched to a stop just beside the girl who fell on the ground, her bag flown elsewhere.
Asad quickly got out of the car and walked upto her. She was nursing her hand. He knelled down beside her. He didn't know why but something about her didn't let him turn away. He just wanted to sit there and stare at her. She quickly straightened her hair and looked behind her and caught him staring at her.
Asad quickly got back to his senses. Damn! Her fragrance was driving him crazy. Finally he managed to open his mouth.
"Are you.. Okay.. Miss?",he asked, concerned.
"Do I look okay Mr Whoever you are? Is this the way you drive a car! Sit at home. That would be better than running over people",Zoya said angrily.
She quickly stood up and started to place all her things on the road into her bag.
Asad was shocked. Nobody talked to him like that. He quickly got up and held her hand making her face him.
Zoya gave him a nasty look.
"Excuse me? You don't know how to walk! Are you blind or what! you don't know to how to cross the road! Its your fault! Sit at home. that would be better than blaming people for your fault",Asad growled.
"My fault? You were speeding! Not me",Zoya retorted back, freeing her hand from his grip.
"You do not know how to walk! Not me",Asad said. She was testing his patience now. NOBODY raised their voice against him, and here she was, giving him a piece of her mind. Huh! Who the hell does she think she is!,he thought.
"Who the hell do you think you are Mr Akdoo! I don't have time to waste! Hope to never see you again!",Zoya said as she shot him one last look and turned to go.
"I hope my luck would be that good! ",Asad retorted back as he sat back in his car.
"Allah miyan! I hope I never see you again!",Zoya said under her breath.
"I dont want to meet her ever again! Battameez Ladki!",Asad said starting his car.
But Allah was busy setting up the stage for their next meeting.. soon.
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Precap- "Why is that man here!",Zoya said to herself, frustrating. She calmed herself down and let out a huge nervous sigh as she saw her model walk on the stage. She peeped out from the curtains to look at everyone's faces. Sofia maam was there, with some other woman beside her. And on her right was a familiar face. That seat was reserved for Asad Ahmed Khan. She curled her eyebrows and her heart beat stopped as she recognized who he was.
Shit.
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