AsYa FF: Destiny Comes Calling *CH 20* 11/11/13 Pg 134 - Page 12

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Chapter 5: Reflections and Explanations

Zoya was seething with fury. How dare he insinuate such rubbish about her? Bloody MCP!!! I just hope he does not use this against me now. As is he is looking for reasons to throw her out. Will he actually go tell his Aami about it? Allah Miyah, what is wrong with me? Ofcourse, he can't tell Phoopi, he would then have to explain his actions, wouldn't he? What if he twists the facts, as is he does not know why I went to his room in the first place?

Zoya sighed as she looked at Jaan who was lying by her feet, impish look on his face. Kahan phasa diye humein, Jaan aapne. [Why did you get me into this soup Jaan?] Zoya spent a good part of night sorting her thoughts. She had to finish the work she had started. But if she can't stay in India, she would be back to square one. She had been trying to collect information in USA but had only met dead ends. Aami, please help me out. You know na, how important this is to me.

Finally Zoya decided that the best course of action would be to confront Mr Akdu herself. She hoped against hope that he will hear him out after the well-deserved slap she gave him. She will just have to give him the facts this time, even if it meant to tell him about Jaan herself and face the music. She kept her door wide open and busied herself on her I-Pad, hoping to hear Mr. Khan when he stepped out of his room in the morning and catching him before he could talk to Phoopi.

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As the cold water descended on his heated body relaxing it, his anger also started dissipating. He tried to think through the events trying to make sense of it all. He was fast asleep when he felt something on his face, followed by hushed whispers of a sweet seductive voice calling out to Jaan. The next thing he knew, she was in his arms and his body reacted, instantaneously. Stick to the facts his brain screamed trying to wipe out the images that landed him in the shower in the first place.

Next thing, she was being all coy and innocent. And what baffled him was that she looked genuinely angry and the slap was definitely not pretense. He saw the anger radiating from her eyes. Not those eyes again!!!

So why was she even there? Asad could not figure this out and but he was sure of one thing that girl was trouble with a capital T and he needed to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Asad gave up on figuring out how he could use the situation to his advantage since he could not obviously just blurt out the facts to his Aami.

He finally hit the bed to get some much needed sleep but a very exotic scent, a mix of citrus and some floral scent, wafted to his nostrils taking him back to when she was on his bed, under him. Her soft pliant body, against his. Their bodies molding into each other like two halves of the same entity. The quickening of his heart beat and the hardening of his, hmm, well. Why was his traitorous body always reacting to THIS stranger this way? Hasn't he in his 29 years learned enough to control his body and mind?

Sleep evaded him as he could not keep those eyes out of his head. No matter how much he turned and tossed, nothing erased her smell and feel from his sheets. Frustrated, he pulled off the sheets, threw them in the hamper and readied himself for the day.

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Asad stepped out of his room and noticed her door was open. He considered confronting her now, but then thought otherwise. He could do without having to see her for a few more hours. He turned towards the far end of the corridor to find solace in his home office. The only part of the house, where he could be by himself without the fear of ever being interrupted or disturbed.

Zoya, who was busy chatting with her friend, heard the click of the door from across the corridor. She took a deep breath, grabbed MyJaan and quickly ran to the corridor. She had to do this sooner or later, so why not now? She saw him enter a room at the back of the house, and decided to follow him there. She knocked a couple times, hesitatingly at first, but then louder. When she did not get a response after a couple more knocks, she entered the room.

As if transported to a different world through the door, she found herself in a very dark, very male man cave. It was a large room done up in dark shades of mahogany, burgundy, and olive. Plush wall to wall carpet lay on the floor. A large window wall stood facing what would be the backyard, the main source of natural light in the room. An extra-large office desk sat in front of the long wall. It was well equipped with the latest computer gizmos, making it an effective home office. A floor to ceiling bookshelf, overflowing with books, made up the second short wall. Over in one corner stood a table which looked like the ones architects used to draw up plans and such. Another corner of the room housed workout equipment. The wall opposite the desk boasted an extra-large TV, state of the art home theater system and a few different varieties of guitars flanked them. In the center of the room sat a large, fluffy and very comfortable looking leather sofa and a matching recliner. Zoya was more than impressed with the understated elegance of the room.

Asad stepped out of the attached restroom to find Zoya standing by the door, a small soft toy in her hands, taking in the room. She looked like she was impressed with what she saw, which made him swell up with pride. He cleared his throat and when that did not catch her attention he walked towards her.

"Ms. Farooqui, what are you doing here in MY office?" He asked in his no-nonsense tone.

"Hmm" Zoya stared at him but did not go beyond that single syllable response. The grand room before was a perfect reflection of its owner, both very very male. She was suddenly overwhelmed and found herself at a loss of words.

"I asked, what ARE you doing in here? And don't you have ANY sense of personal space? First you come barging into my bedroom and now here? Have ever heard of knocking on doors before?" Asad asked impatiently.

His voice brought Zoya out of her trance.

"Of Course I know what personal space is, what do you mean?" She rolled her eyes. "And, for your very kind information, I did knock just now. No one responded so I walked in. I know what you must be thinking, but I just had to come talk to you and did not want to wait until later. So yeah… what I am trying to say is that we need to talk. About last night. Not that anything happened last night. No no, what I mean is we need to talk…that is I need to talk and you need to listen. Allah Miyah…what is wrong with me?" she was blabbering not making much sense at this point.

She is kinda cute flustered like that. Whoa…what was that mate…get a grip on yourself.

"Can I please sit down?" Zoya said, sounding extremely faint. She just needed to move around a little or sit down, get her thoughts together.

"I don't think so. Everything. And No" Asad said.

"What?" Zoya asked not understanding what he was talking about.

"You said we need to talk. I replied I don't think so, because there is nothing I want to say or hear. You asked what was wrong with you. I answered everything is wrong. Then you asked if you could sit down and I said no because no one besides me can use this room." Asad stated as a matter of fact.

By this point, MyJaan had started taking an interest in his surroundings and thus was noticed by Asad.

"And please get that thing out of my room. Now. I don't particularly care for messy little creatures like that." Asad added.

Allah Miyah, please help me finish this conversation with this asinine man and I promise I will not kill him. She rolled her eyes at Asad.

Gathering her wits about her, she stared Asad straight in his eyes.

"You know, you are extremely rude, Mr. Akdu Ahmed Khan. I have had enough of you. Now listen up. This is not a thing, THIS is MyJaan, my baby. And no one call him names. Get it."

That Asad was shocked at the audacity of this girl would be an understatement. First she keeps barging into my personal space and then she calls me all sorts of names. And to top it all she has brought along a dog. This was IT.

"That's enough Ms. Farooqui. You are done now. First you accuse me, then you try to seduce me and now you are calling me names. Please go to your room and pack your bags. You are so out of here. Wait till Aami hears about this."

"Oh NO. I don't think so. First you WILL hear what I have to say and then you can go complaining to your mommy like a little baby that you are. The only reason I came to your room last night was that Jaan, here, had snuck in there. When I got there, he was on your bed, licking your face. SO I came near YOUR bed, tripped on the carpet and landed up on the bed. So please don't get your hopes too high Mister." She turned and stomped out of the room without even waiting for a reaction from Asad.

Did she just call me a baby? Asad was stumped, speechless. And who names their dog Jaan or did she say MyJaan? Is she for real? Bumbling one minute and then goes on a talking and shouting spree like there is not tomorrow. The next instant, he started laughing out loud. This was precious. Here I am, a fully grown man and a very successful businessman, pulling out the mommy card and threatening a two bit girl with consequences. No wonder she called me a baby.

Now that she had explained nee shouted her actions, he did see that what she said made sense. It was easier to ignore the incidents from the morning now and get to work. One glance at this desk clock told him he still had a couple hours before breakfast time. He readied himself for his morning workout, but first put some coffee in the machine and set it to up for brewing.

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Idiot. That's what you are Zoya. You go in there to have a conversation with the man and leave there shouting at him and then calling him a baby. Zoya was mad at herself for losing her temper at Asad. First she mumbles like a fool, making no sense whatsoever and then she starts screaming like a banshee. That's it. You have no one but yourself to blame if you are asked to pack up and leave. You almost asked for it with your thoughtless and immature behavior. She smacked her forehead real hard, causing herself more agony. All she had to do now was wait for the summons from Jahanpanah and Phoopi asking her to leave.

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So what do you think? What's going to happen next? Is she staying or going? What's up with Asad? I would love to hear from you.\

And in case you want to through tomatoes and eggs, can you please throw onions instead? Eggs I don't eat and Onions are just too expensive.

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