Asya SS Somewhere I Belong - Page 2

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feel bad for zoya...better to be an orphan than have relatives like the ones zoya has...

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Chapter 3

She was walking under the shadows of tall friendly trees. It was sunny and no wind blew at the time. The bus station or the taxi stand was fifteen minutes walk from there. A few drops of sweat shining on her forehead.

A black car slows down as it neared her. The mirror is pulled down and she finds Asad in his sunglasses, gelled hair and freshly shaven visage.

"Miss Farooqi Kaha ja rai hain?"

"Wahi jehan kal aap ne nahi jane dia... bus stand."

"Oh acha Khariat?"

"Haan... I am going for an interview."

"Can i ask where?"

"Of course its some... what's the name again? Wait a minute.." she looks in the advertisement she had with her, "yes it some Dilshad constructions." She says casually.

"Oh acha... phir tu you should come with me... i am also going that way."

"Har jaga pick and drop kar ke ku meri adaten kharab kar rahe hain?... seriously Mr. Khan i can manage."

"I insist."

"You always do." She says giving up and walks towards the passenger seat.

As he pulls the car in the parking lot Zoya asks Asad, "By the way why are you here Mr. Khan?"

Asad looks at her amazed.

"Seriously Miss Farooqi... you don't know i work here."

"You work here?"

She asks surprised. Soon realization dawns at her.

"Dilshad Aunti... Dil... Dilshad Constructions...goodness gracious... why didn't you tell me before Mr. Khan?" She asks totally dazed.

"I thought you'd know."

"I never realized."

"Anyways best of luck for your interview."

He says getting out of the car.

She knocks and enters into the room where an old man with wrinkled but friendly face welcomes her.

"Please have a seat miss?"

Zoya settles herself down replying , "Zoya...Zoya Farooqi."

"Welcome miss Zoya Farooqi... I am Karan Sharma... and i will be conducting your interview."

"Sir."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little."

"Well then don't be... can i have a look at your CV?"

"Sure." She hands him her CV.

He went through her CV for a couple of minutes.

"Impressive... you have done your B. Arch. from University of Colombia and then Masters in structural engineering. Plus you have a two years work experience and that too in New York.

Miss Farooqi... i bet you know that NewYork, the land of opportunities, people of this part of the world crave to become a part of that diverse society... what made you leave it and came here?"

"Roots sir... they have this strange magnetism, a fascination, an inclination. I could not stop myself. I feel that this land holds something for me, something that will give meaning to my life.

Besides this land needs me much more than that one. " she said confidently.

"Of course... i truly appreciate your spirits."

"Thank you."

"Miss Farooqi... any four qualities a working woman should have?"

"She should be hard working, sincere, committed and expensive."

"Expensive?"

"Yes she should be so expensive that its impossible to buy her character."

"No wonder Mr.Khan said i will have a clear victor taday."

"Who?"

"Oh Mr. Asad Ahmad Khan the Managing Director... he even asked me to keep an employment letter... you probably know him by any chance? "

"No not much." This man was so hard to understand.

"Anyways can i have a look at your designs?"

"Of course." She said taking out her designs from the bazooka (i hope you know what's bazooka here?).

Sincere and genuine people find success at their door steps and Zoya was not just a pretty face.

She calls Asad after the interview.

"Why the generosity?" she asked smiling.

"What generosity Miss Farooqi?"

"You didn't recommend me?"

"Oh... if you call it so..." he said his lips curling at the ends.

"Mr. Khan whatever i said yesterday was just an unexpected burst of emotions... it doesn't mean i am weak or anything... i am strong enough to handle almost anything in life and..."

"Hold on hold on Miss Farooqi... i don't need this explanation. I know you are strong, brave and committed and thus perfect for this post.

My decision was purely on the bases of merit which you no doubt qualify."

Zoya was silent.

"What? Wont you say anything?"

"I am over whelmed Mr. Khan."

Asad smiled this girl was totally amazing. He liked her honesty.

great updt. Asya'll be work 2gether, intresting. Cont soon

Great update.
I liked her four qualities. Nice touch 😊

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