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KUCH DOORIYA..NAZDEEKIYA..!! Part 1"Are all the arrangements for the party done..?" Asad asked prasad on his way back home.
"Ye sir.. Everything is ready. Timings given to the guests is 8. An hour is left. I hope you'll be back soon sir." Prasad confirmed.
"M on my way. And Prasad, ask anwar kaka to call me"
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"Kon hai..?"
Zoya shouted from the washroom sensing the commotion inside her room. The intruder yanked and scrambled the letter in the pocket, placed another piece of paper and ran off. She came out and found her room in an absolute mess. She could swear on her favorite teddy bear that there was surely someone who came to her room...And,God! That someone was messier than her! She got to tell this to ayaan. Zoya, after pampering herself, got ready and was about to leave the room when her eyes spotted a not so familiar white piece of paper. She picked it up and opened it. It was ..Aryan's letter...? Again.?
Who kept it here? No one except for bhaijaan and ayaan know about my whereabouts. And mr. khan wont let any outsider come inside the mansions. Bhaijaan would never come. Then who?' her brows knitted together thinking hard on the possibilities. Zoya opened it and read the content. She gasped as each word sank in. Her hands trembled and lips shivered. The eyes gave in and the tears made its way down her eyes . Shocked and stunned, zoya sat down as she tried to calm herself down. Her earlier clattered mind now was getting clearer as she put two and two together. Aryan's both the letters now made sense and the reasons behind his actions became flagrant. The hatred which she felt in the earlier letter was now doubled as he mentioned why he had to take such big step. It would not be a complete lie to say that she still felt that the step was too inhuman to be taken, but may be, asad deserved it. He was no human and whatever he did to her, it was time to pay back.' She sighed as she mentally prepared herself for something she had never done before and hopefully would never do again. It was tough. Really tough. As she was scared of him even more. And his presence made her feel awkward. But she could not let her bhaijaan down. Because this was the first time Aryan had asked her to do something, for him. Also, now, even she wanted to do it. Ya allah, please forgive me.' But one thing that was still stuck in her mind was who had got this letter here. And where the hell was the first letter?'
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Knock Knock.'
"Who's it?" Zoya asked.
"Its me beta. Can I come in?"
"Of course kaka.. Please, you don't need to take permission for coming inside ok?"
She said and anwar smiled. Zoya had started respecting anwar as much as she respected Aryan and it was for him that she was able to live in this perilous place.
"Zoya, there's a party in the house today. Asad wants you to be present as you are his secretary. Get ready and come down soon."
Zoya smiled and nodded, Hoping that anwar would not notice the red eyes. But alas, when did her luck favor her!
"I know it's a tough decision beta. Think before you do."
Saying so, anwar left, leaving a shocked zoya. What did he mean?'
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Every eyes turned towards the stairs as world's most beautiful creature descended down. Zoya, marvelously wrapped in a red saree took careful steps with her stilettos. Nervous till death as this was the first time she wore a saree. Hell, she didn't know how to wear it! Bless rose that she made it possible or else she would have surely be a laughing stock tonight. Being born and brought up in NYC, zoya was well grown grown up as compared to normal india 18 ager. Her perfect curves and flat stomach made the guys go weak on their knees. Some had to put full force to keep their jaws in position. Those negligibly dressed blonds and bimbos went red in covetousness as not a single soul was ready to turn his gaze away from this certain miss farooqui.
However, zoya was used to this centre of attraction' state. She knew she was beautiful. She smiled genuinely and wished everyone.
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She immediately spotted her group of friends in the crowded room. The party had become busier as the night drew on, the house barely containing the numerous intoxicated business men and women.
It was then when she noticed a rather attractive male appear in the doorway of the hall and her heart did a summersault. Though zoya would not ever accept it, the moment she entered the party, her eyes rummaged the room in search of him. Her lips revealed a shy smile as he began to make his way over. But suddenly the day's happening flashed and she could see the dark man behind this mask. The smile disappeared but the heart refused to get composed . She couldn't exactly put her finger as to why her damn of a heart fluttered every time he took a step towards her. Common zoya, ofcourse because he's the hottest specimen alive in this entire universe! Look how amazing he looks in that black coat and jeans of his. His perfect abs! His... hmmm..!!' The butterflies couldn't continue as they almost fainted. The hormones were back in action! Stop it you idiots! Remember the letter! He's No HOT!' The moths screamed and the butterflies gasped! This greek god was NO HOT? HE IS NOT HOT?' Zoya's stomach growled as the moths and butterflies stepped in world war 3.! It's a do or die my dear moths! To hell with the letter. Look at those juicy lips zoya!'
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As the party went on, zoya couldn't help but stare at asad. After a huge moths-butterflies-zoya discussion, the members of board decided to work on the plan tomorrow and let zoya enjoy asad today.
The lights suddenly got dimmed and the DJ played the romantic tracks. In no time, the hall was covered with people in a group of two who started the ever so famous ball dance. Zoya refused many guys who approached her and stood at the corner with her glass of drink.
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Zoya's pulse pulse could be heard in her ears, mouth becoming dry. She stood frozen to the spot as the intimidating height of a male shadowed over her. Her nervous eyes travelled up the length of his body, her fingers clutching round her glass a little tighter. His jeans clung perfectly to his lower half, a white t shirt and a jacket adorning his torso
"Dance with me." He spoke in a raspy voice.
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