AsYa : Really? (updated part 4 page 8 - Page 2

Asad sat in his office, unable to think about anything except Zoya. He himself didn't know why he had agreed to let Najma go on the road trip; heck he didn't even know why he invited himself along. He supposed that it was because he had gotten very used to having Ms.Musibat around and wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything other than her and her safety if she was out of his sight anyway. It also just felt…right. He didn't know what or why or how but somewhere along the way he had started to develop a protective instinct towards Zoya. Maybe it was because she was like the elder daughter of his Ammi, the supportive sister towards his little tamatar or because she was his trusting and understanding confidant, but somewhere she had grown to be an integral part of his life. He had begun to appreciate everything that his Zoya brought into his life. They shared a bond, an unnamed bond but never the less an important one. slowly but surely Zoya was making a permanent place for herself in his barely alive heart. Suddenly he realised the major lack of time he had spent on his work, "Oh no, she has even began to affect me at work",he whispered as he leaned forward towards his desk and buried his face in his hands.

She couldn't believe it! She had put all her resources into getting rid of that pest once and for all, but that Asad Ahmed Khan kept saving her all the time. So close, she had gotten so close to silencing that Neanderthal but she was saved within a hairs breath. "No…NO", she screamed as she toppled the lone chair beside her, "I have worked too hard, gone too far for all my plans to be spoiled because of a mere 'girl'', she spat with contempt. The frist time she had tried to kill her she had sent goons after her in magalpur, there too Asad had saved her. Now she tried to kill her with an accident, it was risky as she had paid off a good for nothing truck driver to do the job but somehow he had saved her again, he was like her own personal angel in disguise. No more will she send little mouse to do a cats work. "Now Ms. Zoya Farooqi I will make sure you don't live very long", she whispered with hatred in her eyes before a evil and twisted smile captured her face

It was now Tuesday; Zoya had tried to do everything she could to discourage Akdu from going on the trip but all her plans met with failure. It seemed that Asad Ahmed Khan was set on putting a damper on their fun. As usual Zoya had missed her alarm due to which she had gotten up late, she jumped out of bed after taking a look at the time, freshened up and ran out to finalize their plans Zoya was dressed in blue jeans with a loose green shirt and black jersey, Asad was dressed in black jeans with a dark blue tshirt and a black leather jacket and Najma had on a pink salwar kameez. The excitement was high and the atmosphere excited. Everything had been packed and plans were worked on tirelessly when finally the best and most awesome road trip was planned. Before they set off for the road trip Dilshad had insisted on feeding them a large breakfast because "they may not be able to get good home cooked food on the way" always the worry of a mother. Breakfast was the usual affair; noisy and clattered as Zoya and Najma attempted to contain their excitement for the trip.

Finally gathering their bags, calling out final goodbyes and giving hugs when Dilshad gave Asad a request, "Please take care of Najma and my Bichari Zoya for me."

Asad frowned, "Ammi, voh bichari nahi hai!" and then he strode to catch up to Najma and Zoya who were almost down the driveway and to the car. Asad went around to the driver's side and Zoya walked up towards the backseat getting ready to open the door when Najma stopped her. "Actually, Zoe why don't you sit in the front with bhaijaan, I fall asleep quickly on long trips and the front seat is quite uncomfortable to sleep in".

"Okay, as it is I don't really like sleeping on trips and Mr. Khan might need someone to keep him company",Zoya laughed as she opened the passenger door and got in. Asad just rolled his eyes and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he too opened his door. There was plenty of time to bicker with her sitting next to him and knowing Ms. Farooqi, he doubted they would even be half an hour into the drive when she would get bored and try to start up a conversation with him or start complaining. Not that he would mind, but he had to keep up pretenses right. "Mr. Khan! Don't you have any nice CD's? All I see here are songs from the 1990's,"called out Zoya as she rummaged through the cubby, upsetting everything. Asad rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead, scratch that, not even 30 seconds!!