When a DIVA Falls in LOVE - Part 1
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"Ma'am, your special suite. It is pink as per your demand. If you want any changes, please inform us. We will do it immediately." said the kind staff of Hotel Le Bristol.
"I like the room. Only these drawers should be pink too." replied Zoya, it was quite hard to please her.
The lady rushed to get the carpenter.
"Wait! It's fine, I don't mind white." called out Zoya. She didn't want to be kicked out of the movie because of her tantrums.
"Ms. Faruqi, my father has gone to check the locations of the shoot. I have been asked to be with you for today and tomorrow." Asad informed her his voice laced with boredom.
"Whatever. We are leaving in an hour. Dinner at Eiffel Tower with the cast and crew." she told him. He just stood there staring at her face, wondering why she was telling him all of this.
Receiving no reply or emotion, Zoya got angry, "YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO INFORM THE DRIVER AND THE SECURITY SYSTEM, NOT STARE AT ME!"
"Uh.. Um... Sorry Ms. Faruqi." he was startled by her outburst. He ran towards the lift.
"Brat." he mumbled under his breath.
*An hour later*
Asad was standing outside Zoya's room, waiting for Your Highness.
The knob was turned and the door opened, out stepped out the princess in a beautiful red evening gown. She was looking elegantly stunning. There was a long slit on the left side, which showed her legs when she walked. Asad couldn't help but admire her. He was mesmerised. No other girl had ever affected him so much. Zoya had put minimum make up. Her usually straight hair was now curled. Loose tendrils fell on her face, making her look prettier than before.
"Has the limo arrived?" inquired Zoya.
Asad was so lost in her that he didn't hear her.
"HAS THE LIMO ARRIVED?" she yelled this time.
"Woh... Uh... Yes." replied Asad.
"You dare stare at me like that, you creepy guy. Don't forget that I am your fathers boss." she reminded him of his low status.
Asad looked down at his feet. He was clearly hurt. Zoya, yes Zoya, felt bad for him.
"Sorry." she whispered, shocked at herself. She had not said the word sorry since a long time.
Asad too was aghast. The DIVA had said SORRY! That too to a lowly guy like him!
"It's okay Ms. Faruqi. Your ride is waiting, we are getting late. We must leave." he told her.
"A princess is never late, all the others are simply early." she quoted Queen Clarisse from The Princess Diaries. For an unknown reason, a smile crept up to his face.
"You certainly look like a princess. I just wish you would change your attitude towards people you love atleast," thought Asad while escorting her to the limo, "Not that I'm part of them."
Who knew that there was this ember of hope in him that he would join the list one day and change her before she looses everyone she loves. Only if Allah listened to him for once. Allah always listened, now he was gradually going to grant his wish, taking his own sweet time.
Asad opened the car door for her. She stepped out looking drop-dead gorgeous (nothing new😊). He couldn't resist looking at her thin and fair legs which were now showing because of the slit.
She was wearing heels higher than usual.
"Curse Ashley. She is the one who made me buy these awfully uncomfy shoes." Zoya groaned. Ashley was her personal shopper.
What she feared, happened. She twisted her ankle and tripped. She was waiting to hit the ground, but that never happened. She felt two strong arms wrapped around her waist. Automatically her arms went around this random guy's shoulders. Her eyes were yet shut.
Asad had never felt so complete before. He felt as if his other part had finally come to him. He loved the way she fit in his arms, perfectly, and Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan lived for perfection.
They were standing right in front of the Eiffel Tower. People, thinking they were a couple, went on clicking pictures of them. Hearing the clicks, Zoya slowly opened her eyes. Realisation hadn't dawned her yet. All she saw was two pools of chocolate staring at her. They should a lot if affection. She stared right back. Suddenly someone started clapping. That's when Asad and Zoya both realised their position.
"Allah Miya! What's wrong with you?" Zoya screeched.
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A/N: Sooo, how was it? I know Zoya is all mean and all but I promise she will change after a few more updates. All you fans of Fari (butterflykisses)'s works, thank me for her updates [8)]. I bribed her to update. I'm sure you guys have already assumed this update is for Fari, it is.
Fari, now update YJHD and you get the second part!
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