Unpredictable Lives: Link to T2 Page 152 - Page 5

Thank you.

Firstly, I think he did recognise her and secondly I agree with you he did want her to know his name lol.

Will try and post something by Friday if not then definitely Monday

Does different mean good? Lol

No no to pizza was my way of making it a little different. Hopefully will post next update on Monday. Many thanks for liking it

Please see below for Chapter 5. Hope you like it, its not very long but will try and post Chapter 6 Soon. Please like and leave comment when you can.

Saima

Five

All the students had managed to complete their short documentaries and had achieved a good grade for their efforts. The tutor had set a day when their films were going to be showcased; it was something they did with their students every year. It was an evening where the college invited its entire staff, its board of governors, local news teams and people from the local community, which included doctors, police officers and a few business managers.

Zoya walked in with Rhea and Najma felling a little under dressed, everyone looks so elaborate with their attire, even Najma and Rhea looked fit for the occasion. I think I should go and change' she said looking around are you crazy we just about made it in time...and you look fine as you are, anything more then it wouldn't be you' Najma quite rightly said. Zoya was not a dresser, she remained in casual clothes, a pair of jeans and any long sleeved top were her best friends. Her obvious effort to wear a nice long skirt fell flat I feel like a dunce' well you are not, you look really nice Zoya, it's good to see you in something...well a little more elegant as compared to your Levi's' thanks Rhea' Zoya said not sounding convinced.

The main hall was buzzing with people; they all seemed to know each other very well I think we should take our seats now, the principal has just come in' Najma pulled at Zoya's arm who was still sulking. The principal welcomed everyone and gave a short introduction to the not only the films that were going to be show cased but also the students. The first one we have is based on the environment and the ever increasing pollution we see in our city, can I please ask you to put your hand together for the team of students behind this one'.

As the film came to an end the whole hall erupted in applause, the same reaction came for Najma and Rehan's one, the only difference was that along with the applause were a few sniffles, it was an emotional piece of work, Najma and Rehan's group really had done well. Please could I bring on stage the last group, their work has been based on the exploitation of children who live in poverty, it's based on child labour'. Zoya' group stood up to be introduced to the audience, once the principal had finished they were asked to take their seats again, as Zoya went to take her seat she saw a tall figure standing just next to a pillar at the end of her row. The dimming of the light made it difficult to see the face, but whoever it was not only had a fit body but also knew how to dress, the one thing Zoya was a sucker for was Armani and the suit this guy wore screamed Armani out loud. Through the light the large screen reflected Zoya was able to catch a glimpse of this guy's eyes that seemed to be glued to her, becoming conscious she kept looking from the corner of her eyes Ya Allah what is his problem?' she whispered to herself you ok...why you talking to yourself' Najma said I am not...' Then?' Then nothing, just watch the film' Zoya said trying to concentrate.

As the film came to an end the hall echoed with loud applauses, when the light finally came on and Zoya turned towards the pillar to see who the guy was but there was no one there now where the hell did he go?' Who hell go?' Zoya looked at Najma what' letting out a sigh nothing Miss Farooqui...you obviously are not feeling right today'. As soon as people started to get up and gather around talking Zoya took a step back and walked around trying to find the Armani man. After having looked for a few minutes Zoya stopped Zoya what the hell are you doing? She asked herself why are you looking for a suit...seriously girl get a grip' as she continued talking to herself Zoya foot got caught in the rim of her skirt making her lose her balance and fall back, as Zoya let gravity take its course she soon came to a halt, she felt a strong pair of arms clutched around her tiny waist. Zoya who had her eye squeezed shut started drowning into the fragrance that emanated off this person, whatever cologne he was wearing was definitely to die for. Zoya opened her eyes and as soon as she saw him hitched a breath, with barely a few inches between their faces Zoya couldn't breathe, seeing him up close and almost personal she truly saw how immaculately created this guy was. Not being able to tear her eyes away she felt as if she was being hypnotised 'are you ok?' his calm but very masculine voice broke her gaze. Zoya shifted in his hold and he soon lifted her up to her feet, feeling a little flush Zoya could feel her cheeks change colour um...yeah...thank you'.

It could only happen to her, the Armani man just had to be Asad Ahmed Khan. Feeling the heat of his gaze Zoya smiled politely and turned around to leave it was good' his voice came from behind Zoya turned around looking perplexed 'huh' was all that managed to come out, Asad stepped up to her your documentary, it was good' 'oh...yeah...no I mean thank you'. Zoya was just about to ask him what he was doing her when Jai came to call her back umm...I have to go' Asad nodded and watched her walk away.

That evening both Asad and Zoya sat in their respective rooms thinking back to their little encounters. It was probably the first time for both of them to have been affected by someone of the opposite sex, thinking of a girl and admitting to himself that she was beautiful was not Asad's style, and for Zoya to keep on seeing him every time she closed her eyes was not normal either. As soon as they both realised what they were thinking they shook their heads and quickly moved away from their disturbing thoughts.

Over the next few weeks Asad was in and out of Mumbai heading a number of missions, whilst Zoya was doing what she did best and that was studying and enjoying her time with her new found friends. Come on it will be fun, and it's not too far from here...please' Aarav was trying to convince Zoya and Najma to join the rest of them to a night club that was especially for students from the few colleges around the area. Najma and Zoya were not overly religious but being bought up in Muslim households there were certain things they did refrain from and going to night clubs was one of them. 'Zoya I promise you it's not the typical night club, there is a bar, a dance floor and there is also a restaurant buffet type place on one side, you can just sit and chill there...it's more of a student hang out' Aarav said desperately trying to get them to say yes. Zoya looked at Najma who just shrugged Najma...your man is going, if he doesn't have a problem with it then why do you?' 'Good point...ok I am in...come on Zoya it will be fun' Najma said a little more excited.