Labyrinth:
He jogged in the parking area outside the apartment, trying to clear his mind. Today when he had seen Zoya ask him of his sister, it had warmed his heart. No one in all those years had ever inquired about his sister's health. No one knew. Only Asad Ahmed Khan knew and he would never ask. On times when he opened up to him, told him about his sister, he would just transfer a lot of money into his account without telling him. But that was him. The guy who barely had a heart or rather barely had the courage to show it.
But this first time, someone had genuinely asked him about his sister. For that moment, he had felt like a real man living in a real world where someone is always there for you. He stopped his jogging and bent forward, holding his knees with both of his hands, breathing heavily.
After having his breathing get back to normal, he seated himself on top of his car's bonnet, looking at people walking in the apartment, walking out. Some throwing a weird look at him as he sat on top of a car, while others smiled.
There was something about this girl that impressed him. Or was it infatuation for he never shared an apartment with a girl before? It was natural. He was a man afterall. A man with certain needs although burried deep inside. But nature can't be supressed for long.
Zoya was an injured soul, who had danger lurking around her still. He had more important things to worry about in regard to her. Help Asad Ahmed Khan in protecting her. This girl wouldn't even have luck on her side this time if she gets caught by them again.
Just then his phone rang.
'Hello?', he answered.
'Ayaan, am I late? I'm so sorry, am I really late? I just entered the mall!'
Ayaan chuckled. He never chuckled, but he did today.
'No. Its fine, you still have a good forty minutes on your hands', he answered.
'Oh thankGod! I'l catch you later then', Zoya spoke on the other end, breathing heavily, running all around. 'See you!'
'See you', he spoke but he knew she had hung up.
Her voice had the healing power that could relax a person. She was full of life. Hearing her just now, no one could tell what she had been through. He had no idea what she had been through. He smiled at her courage.
'She would do just fine', he spoke to no one in particular as he jumped off fhe car and started his jog again.
**
She was running around the shops, too afraid to shop more than necessary, or to shop less then required. She bought herself some nice lingerie, then ran towards other shops, skipping and scanning.
'Bhayyia, show me that', she said as her eyes rested on a corporate dress.
She held the blazer in her hands, running her fingers over the material. She had always wished of wearing this dress. Of joining a big label company, and wearing one of those.
She found herself drifting back a few years ago.
'We are getting late, beta! Hurry', Siddique said, as he saw his daughter sticking her face in a glass window of a shop, looking inside.
'What are you looking at?', he asked, gently as he stopped to stand besides her.
'That', a seventeen year old Zoya breathed, pointing towards a manequin.
Siddique looked at what she was pointing. A manequin wearing a crisp white shirt, tucked in a black suit pant with a black blazer on top of the shirt. He smiled. He knew how his daughter loved those.
'One day, I myself will buy you one of those', he said caressing his daughter's arm, affectionately.
'Really, Abbu?', Zoya turned and looked at her father, smiling widely.
That twinkle in his eyes was enough for Siddique to promise himself he would do so. He would fill her wardrobe with those, make her the happiest woman ever. Happiest daughter ever.
'Really', he replied, reassuringly.
Zoya had then happily linked her arm with her father and had let him walk her to school. Although she had three cars back home, but walking to school with her Abbu was something she would never give away for any luxury in the world.
Zoya's ears welled up with tears. Moving her eyes around, she kept away her tears. She would buy herself this dress, from her father. But she was sad it wasn't her money. She would pay Ayaan back, she reminded herself.
'I want this', she told the man who worked in the shop.
'Nice choice, madam', he said smiling widely at her.
She smiled back. She will be the woman she had dreamt of being. She would make her family proud. They were dead. But she knew they were looking after her. From somewhere unknown to her, but they were. She knew it.
**
He sat on his leather black chair, moving to and fro indolently as he puffed on the cigar held between his fingers, looking out the window, his back towards the room.
His door knocked.
'Come in', he answered, in a deep-throated voice.
'Sir, your medication is here', the young man on the door spoke, gulping.
He fisted his hands, tightly.
'Leave', he ordered, without turning back to face the man.
'Sir, doctor said-', the man spoke, terrified.
'I SAID LEAVE, YOU BAST*ARD!', he barked, hitting his knuckles om the desk behind him, his body tensing up.
'Sir-', the man tried but he was playing with his life as he did so.
And so was proved.
He turned around his chair instantly and shot a bullet right above the man's head, with his revolver. The man had frozen, terrified. And that was the look he wanted to see. That terrified look, that rigid body. The sight he enjoyed when someone disagreed with him.
'Leave', he ordered, in a mockingly low tone.
The man scurried off, without another word, his life seeing more precious than his job, placing the tray he had brought in on the table inside, near the door.
He eyed the tray with loathing eyes after the man ran off. His jaws clenched as he looked at it. He stood up from his chair and limped towards the tray. Holding it in his hands, he kept looking at it, seeing his reflection in the silver tray.
He looked at the scar running down his face. The scar that reminded him of his miseries. Of the reason why he now was a man who killed to live, a man who held the fate of people's lives in his hands. Revenge was sweet. He looked at his reflection and saw the how the scar dissapeared down his neck, into his shirt.
That scar. It was all over his back too. He was reminded of his prosthetic left leg.
His features hardened, his grip on the tray tightened. He tossed the tray across the room, its contents falling all over the place. He breathed heavily as he saw the mess.
'I'l be darned', he breathed heavily.
Walking back to his table, he dialled a number on his phone.
'Kill that man who told the doctor', he spoke into the phone, in a low, yet dangerous tone. 'I want him dead'.
Dialling another number, he waited for the person to pick up the call.
'Giselda', he barked into the phone.
'Sir', Giselda spoke, with an amusing smile.
'Any news?'
'Don't worry, sir', she said. 'I have it all planned. She will be back'.
'Good', he spoke. 'Send me a girl!'
'Why not myself, Ashar?', Giselda spoke.
'SIR! YOU FU*KING CALL ME SIR!', he barked. 'UNDERSTOOD, B*TCH?!'
**
'So, how do I look?', she asked, smiling widely, munching an apple and throwing back a glass of milk down her throat.
Ayaan smiled. She looked perfect. This girl sure knew how to dress well, he thought.
'Perfect', he said.
He watched as Zoya clapped her hands in glee. Just like a kid, he thought to himself.
They walked out of their apartment, Zoya clutching on the file Ayaan had given her. Today was it. Her frist day.
**
'Ayaan, do you think I really will do okay?', she asked as they drove towards the office. 'Do you think the boss will like me?'
Ayaan avoided looking into her eyes. How would she react knowing who had hired her? On knowing he hadn't told her? He didn't want to think of it right now, she was too excited, he could tell.
'Yes, he would like you', he replied looking on the road.
'Will you come to pick me up?', she asked, looking at Ayaan hopefully.
Ayaan pursed his lipss. How would he tell her he worked there too?
He just nodded.
**
Asad sat on his chair, his laptop in font of him, as he typed furiously. He couldn't concentrate. He kept thinking about her. How she had felt in his arms, how her eyes weren't so frightened anymore. Was she mellowing down? He sighed.
He couldn't work like this. And now she was going to be working here too. This was going to be really hard, he thought.
Just then his phone rang.
'What?', he spoke into the phone, irritated as his thoughts were interrupted.
'Sir, we're here', Ayaan spoke from the other end of the phone.
'What?', Asad spoke, getting up from his chair and towards the glass wall in his cabin to see below.
He saw Ayaan walking in. He couldn't see her.
'Take her to her cabin', Asad ordered. 'Infact, tell someone else to do so'.
He cut the call.
He watched as Ayaan walked forward, to the reception area, tapping a girl who had her back towards him. As soon as she turned, Asad's breath hitched.
He couldn't stop looking at her. Dressed in a corporate dress, her curves perfectly being hugged by it, he was awed. She looked perfect. Her hair tied in a bun, she looked so proffessional.
He saw as Ayaan conversed with one of his employee, who escorted her to her new cabin. He watched as she smiled occasionally talking to him.
He felt a burning sensation on the pit of his stomach. He moved away from the window and seated himself back on his chair and waited for Ayaan.
He heard his office door being knocked.
'Come in'.
'Sir, how will she not find out who's the boss of this company? Or that I don't work here?', Ayaan asked.
Asad knew he was right. He was scared of seeing her reaction.
'Let her get comfortable around here, and then you shall tell here', Asad spoke as he scratched his temple.
'Me?', Ayaan asked, hating the man in front of him.
Asad looked at Ayaan as if he had gone crazy. Why was he so shocked about this? Or so worried?
'Yes you. Is there a problem?', Asad asked in a stern voice.
'Sir, she would hate me if I told her', Ayaan replied, feeling stupid.
'This is your job, Ayaan!', Asad barked at him. 'You do what I tell you to do! Are you new here?'
'No sir, I-', Ayaan began, burning inside with anger.
'GO!', Asad barked at him once again.
Ayaan walked out of the cabin, his jaws tightly clenched.
'Bloody as*hole', he let out loud to himself knowing no one was around.
But someone was. Someone had heard and had grinned.
'This would be easy', the person had said, looking at Ayaan walk away, boiling in rage.
He looked up towards Asad's cabin.
'Very easy'.
**
Zoya sat in her cabin that had been alotted to her, feeling blessed.
'Allah Miyaan', she said joining her hands together. 'Thankyou so much. Please help me throughout'.
She loved her office. The interior was just like she had imagined, if not better. She looked at the file in front of her.
She would be meeting the boss soon, she has to impress him, she thought.
'AAK', she said to herself. 'The CEO of Dilshaad Industries. He must be a really influencial man'.
'That he is', she heard someone say.
She turned around to find the same man who had escorted her into the cabin standing on the door, his hands folded across his chest.
Zoya smiled at him.
'He is one of the most powerful men around this city', he told her, sitting on the seat across her. 'The whole construction industry worships him!'
'Wow', Zoya said impressed but worried. 'He must be something'.
'Just be pretty and smart, which you already are, and you'l be good', he said, smiling.
Zoya smiled, feeling less frightened. She was glad to have found nice people around here on ner first day only.
'I'm Akshay', he said, smiling, offering her his hand.
'Zoya Farooqui', Zoya replied, shaking his hands.
Asad watched her shaking hands with one of the employees. For the first time he hated the fact that he had glass wall cabins all around. His jaws clenched, his fist balled as he looked on to his right.
Ayaan saw the scene playing out in front of his eyes, towards his left. Zoya shaking her hands with Akshay. He never liked him. But now, he had more reasons to not like him. His jaws clenched, his fist balled as he looked on.
A/N:
I know this chapter will make you hate me. But please trust me, I won't do anything that we Quboolians can't handle. ZoyAan is the last thing I'd do. This is almost THE important part of my FF! So trust me please! š³ feedbacks please! š¤
Edited by -ElmoFuj- - 12 years ago
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