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Chapter 4
Zoya walked out of the immigration office and looked for a cab.
"Bhiya commercial area le chalo..." She told the driver and settled in the cab. Her eyes wandered here and there as the cab rolled by the road. As the taxi took to a stop on the signal she noticed someone behind her. He had big oval sunglasses and was riding an old ragged bike himself. The weather was pretty cloudy and the need of sun glasses wasn't much appreciated. She shrugged thinking he must have some kind of an allergy. She finally shifted her gaze from the goggled man to the pavement beside her.
An hur later as Zoya walked into a shopping mall to do some grocery she saw the same man there carrying a bag of rice. What a coincidence she thought. Steeling a quick glance in his direction she walked away. Something clicked in her mind but she ignored it.
Buut taking a risk was out of question she had to confirm it. So she walked in to the tuck shop and ordered herself a lemon squash. Silently sipping the juice she realized the same man behind her on another table. Cold shivers ran down her spine. She wanted to run away and hide somewhere. In the turn of events she deliberately slipped some squash on her dress and made it to the washroom, leaving her stuff behind so the stalker did not know about her intentions.
What do i do now? He might be after me...curse you Ayaan!' She thought and made it to the womens room. There she saw a window and thankfully it was the ground floor so she could easily slip out. The same moment Adil hit her mind.
She dialled Areej's number immediately.
"Areej? Adil is home? With you? Is he fine?" She showered her questions on the poor Areej who got worried.
"Yeah relax he is fine...what happened to you? Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah i am fine ...will make it home in half an hour. Take care of him..."
"You need not say that..."
She cut the call and as soon as the room was empty she made a jump out of the window but made a mistake. She should have checked if the man was around or not. He was right there where she was jumping out the window, mere yards away from her. Without a second thought she made a mad dash towards the exit. The stalker followed behind very close.
Around a turn Zoya fell on the ground, blood oozed out of her palms and forehead but she had to get up soon. She saw paint cans and decided something. she spilled the paint from a few cans lying there causing a hindrance for the stalker. It did create a hurdle for him, she relaxed a bit. The main road was near, she sprinted across the abandoned allay and stood before the zebra crossing to cross the main road. But a car suddenly stopped by. She felt someone grabbing her wrist hard and she landed inside the car, on a strong muscular frame.
"Shit No!" She gasped but to no use. The car was again zooming on the road. She did not know why but tears started tickling down her cheeks. The grip around her loosened and his breath on her face also drifted away.
"Haye! Relax...its just me..."
He whispered in her ears. She looked up abruptly to find Asad there. For a moment she forgot everything and hugged him tight crying out loudly. He hesitated for a moment but then consoled her wrapping his arm around her back rather gently.
"Thank God!" he murmured.
After a while Zoya realised the position they both were in, she pulled back and there followed an uncomfortable silence between them.
"Wha are you doing here?" Zoya finally broke the silence.
"ummm... i was passing by...saw you running and so...thought you might need some help." He completed his sentence in slow small bits.
"Who was he?" Asad addressed her again.
"I don't know..." She sighed.
"What did he want?"
"My life perhaps..." She sighed again. Asad placed his hand n her shoulder.
"Ummm... are you okay?"
"I seriously do not know..." She was so devastated for the moment, she dropped her head between her hands and tried to hold back her tears. Asad did not like her miserable condition, but was there anything he could do.
He then saw her hand and forehead bleeding.
"oh no! Whats this?" He exclaimed. "You need to go to the hospital!"
"I am okay...no need to..."
"No you are not...look its bleeding bad."
"I wont go to the hospital..." She said firmly.
"kay fine ...then let me do it for you...cuz i wont let you get out of this car unless you take care of those wounds..." He said equally firmly and took out the first aid box.
He gently held her hand in his and wrapped his handkerchief on it. Zoya gazed at him mesmerized. He then pulled out a bandage for her forehead. A tear rolled down her eye.
"Does it hurt?"
She nodded.
"I am sorry."
He asked for her address and dropped her right outside Areej's residence. Zoya silently walked out. His car stayed there until she was inside. Before entering in Zoya looked back and gave him a grateful smile. Asad smiled back but even from the distance he could see two shining drops of tear on her enlightened face. He thought for a moment and then ordered the driver to pull the vehicle away.
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