FF. MY OWN ASYA STORY!! Ch.37 Updated. Pg 79. - Page 6

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Chapter 13 Asad plans to get rid of Zoya

Asad walked in the house and it felt very quiet. It actually felt eerie. He went to his room and sat on his couch. He took a deep breath and felt as if he was suffocating. Seemed like someone had gripped his heart and was not letting it go. He kept thinking of Zoya. He suddenly got up and went to the washroom. This misfit had been here only a few days and had turned his world upside down. She had made his heart beat again. He was developing feelings for her which was dangerous for her if she stayed here longer.

He had to find a way to send her back before something worse happened to her and before he did something stupid like blurt out his feelings. It was for her own safety. First of all he had to find out whether this attack was random or she was targeted. Then he had to find out why she was here, maybe he could help her get it done and then she would leave. Once she was done and gone, she would be safe and nothing would happen to her and he would be able to breath again knowing she was safe and out of harm's way.

He got ready and went to work. He tried to concentrate at work but his thoughts kept straying.

Charles noticed and asked him where his thoughts were. Asad blurted, "Zoya!" Charles smiled and said, "Wow my friend, this is the second time I am hearing this name. Since the time I have known you, I have never heard you mention a girl's name. In one week you mention her twice. Wah, wah, kya baath hai."

Asad looked at Charles with daggers in his eyes, "If you mention this to anyone, I swear I will kill you. I only mentioned her name because she is staying with us and last night she was hurt and is in the hospital so I was thinking that hope she is ok. That's all. Now dont go getting ideas in your stupid brain about setting me up and so on. She is not my type."

"Accha, so who is your type?" asked Charles.

"Never mind, let's get to work. You do want to get paid, dont you?" asked Asad.

"Oh never mind getting paid. The owner of this company is my best friend. He will pay me no matter what." laughed Charles.

They both got to work and after a couple of hours, Asad stopped. His stomach was growling. He asked Charles if they could get something to eat. Charles looked at Asad weirdly. "you want me to order food from out?" he asked.

Asad realized what that implied. He had to eat something from outside, like take out. He never got take out. Never knew how those people cooked and with what and if they ever washed their hands. That is the excuse he used to explain to Charles, but in actual fact, he could not trust anything that came in the house from outside. He then asked Charles to ask his mom to send something, because his Ammi was at the hospital. Charles went to call his mom.

As soon as Charles left, Asad took out a phone taped under his desk and sent a quick text msg. Within seconds he got a number to call and made the call. As soon as the person answered on the other end, Asad wasted no time in pleasantries.

"I want you to check on something for me. Ms. Zoya Farooki was attacked last night near Iroquis Shopping Centre. Find out if she was targeted or if it was random. Please." said Asad.

"It's nice to hear from you. Been long. Anyway, yes I will find out. Is this number you have called from, safe to use?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes, but don't call. Just msg me and I will call you. Also, find out everything you can about her." replied Asad.

"You mean like a background check?" the voice asked.

"yes." replied Asad.

"Ok, will do. Give me 24 hours." said the voice.

Asad hung up and carefully taped the phone back in it's place.

When Charles came back, he noticed Asad on his laptop googling the name Zoya Farooki. "ohhh so that was the name of the girl." thought Charles. Charles moved quietly behind Asad to see what he was up to.

Asad was shocked at how many Zoya Farooki's there were on Facebook. He noticed one of them mentioned her favorite food as Pizza. That would have to be her. He went to her Facebook page and starting searching and looking over her friends list. He felt like he was invading her privacy but he had no choice if he wanted to find out more about this girl. She had over 100 friends. And everything was public. Didn't this girl know to keep anything private. There are so many weirdos out there that can get all her information. He went on to check her profile. Her occupation was listed as Computer Engineer, but she had told him she was a reporter. Hmm.. she lied about that. "wonder why she lied?" thought Asad. There was no more information that would be useful to him, so he shut off his laptop and noticed Charles reflection behind him.

He swivelled his chair and surprised Charles by asking, "What are you doing here?"

"I am just watching how you are researching information on my Bhabhi." replied Charles.

"Excuse me, your Bhabhi?" asked Asad.

"yeah, I get this really prominent gut feeling that this is the girl for you." answered Charles cheekily. As soon as he said that, he quickly walked towards the door and left before Asad said anything.

Asad just looked at the door dumbfounded.

At the hospital Dilshad and Najma were having a lot of fun with Zoya. Since she had arrived, they really had not had time to spend talking about stuff. Dilshad was purely in love with Zoya. She had a pure heart and always seemed to think of others. The way she saved Najma without thinking about herself. Dilshad had never seen Najma so animated and excited while talking. It was really nice to see her daughter coming out of this shell she had burrowed herself in since she was 12 years old. Najma hardly ever spoke more that 5 words. Even with her brother, she just answered him a yes or no when he asked her to do anything. Other than that, she would be in her room reading novels. She hardly went out with anyone and Dilshad had never heard Najma talk about any friends or bring any friends home. Her birthdays were a quiet affair. Just the three of them and Asad would bring a cake and they would cut it. When Dilshad asked Najma what she wanted for her birthday, she would reply, "Nothing, I have everything I need."

Asad never asked his sister what was wrong, seemed like he knew why she was like that and Dilshad had asked him numerous times but he kept averting the topic.

Dilshad's thoughts were interrupted by Zoya saying, "Phoophi, where are you lost? Najma was saying there is a play at her school and I was forcing her to take part. It would be good for her, right Phoophi?"

"Ofcourse beta." replied Dilshad. "that definitely would be good. It would bring Najma out into the world and showcase her talent." thought Dilshad.

"But Bhaijaan will not allow me, Zoya. He does not like all this." said Najma.

"Oh come on, when Zoya Farooki is here, there is nothing to fear. Just leave it to me." Said Zoya.

"But..." started Najma.

"no buts, you wait and watch and I also promise you, he will come to watch as well." said Zoya.

Dilshad and Najma looked shocked. Good luck to Zoya. There is no way Asad would come to watch the play.

The topic changed to movies and Zoya realized that her and Najma had the same tastes. They both loved action, adventure and thriller movies. They both loved the Fast and Furious series because both loved Vin Diesel. Dilshad was shocked to realize Najma's tastes. She had never known this, but then again Najma never confided in her.

The rest of the day went by quickly with Najma and Zoya chatting away. Dilshad went over to the childrens ward where she volunteered a couple of days a week and met with the children. Zoya fell asleep while chatting with Najma and then Najma too went to see what her mom was up to.

It was almost evening when the nurse brought food for Zoya. Dilshad and Najma helped her to eat. Zoya was giving them stories about Chicago and how school was for her and the antics she was up to. Najma and Dilshad were holding their tummies and rolling with laughter.

Nobody noticed Asad at the door. He had a slight smile on his face seeing the three talking and laughing. He could not believe his sister was laughing and joking around. Since that incident 10 years back, she had cut herself off from the world. She barely talked, only when asked something. His Ammi had no idea what had happened, but Asad knew and that is why he had to get Zoya out of here ASAP because his past had already hurt Najma and there was no way he would let that happen to Zoya. Asad stepped away and walked down the corridor to the front desk.

He asked when Zoya would be released and the nurse said, "the doctor has said tomorrow morning. The discharge papers are ready, just need the doctor to check the patient in the morning and once he signs the papers, she is free to go."

Asad walked to the room and knocked on the door before entering. As soon as he entered, everyone went quiet.

"Ammi, why dont you guys go home and rest. The driver is here. I will stay here with Zoya." said Asad.

"No, that's ok Asad beta. You were here the whole night and have not slept. Why dont you go home and rest. No arguments." argued Dilshad. Asad kept quiet. There was no way he would be able to argue with his mom when she said that. He looked at Zoya before he left. She looked so pale and her eyes were bloodshot. The bruises were more pronounced now. Her upper lip looked swollen. She looked so vulnerable that he felt like putting his arms around her. He fisted his hands and stepped backwards to the door. Whoever had done this to her would pay.

Najma followed him and they both went home.

Wow...awesum prt..just luvd it ..wat hapnd in d past dats y asad is so scared dat smthng wil happn to zoya...thnks...