This update is for all those who ATLEAST read the update. thank you so much guys m really happy that u liked it. 😊
But m sorry as this would be the last update till I receive atleast a descent response. Guys it took me 2-3 hours to make that update for you people and after so many days, all I see is, 9 people liking it and few commenting after like 1k views. I don't want to sound rude but I would wait for you to read and then only will update next.
UNFORESEEN TURN
The driver screeched the car breaks and the car stopped near a huge mansion located at the other end of the city. As far as she could recollect, the outer view of the house resembled those magnificent brown building of hogwards. The enormous golden gate had golden carving KHAN: PARADISE'... "Paradise indeed" She murmured to herself..Zoya however for a moment let her fascinated mind take a break and went inside the house... "good morning mam.." Said a man..dressed in a black tuxedo.. A butler' she supposed... She too smiled in response.. "good morning...mmm...I have an interview with mr. khan..where can I find him..? Zoya inquired.. She quickly scanned the room and was awed with the beauty of the architecture...He certainly has a great taste.. "Sir is waiting for you in the meeting hall mam..you are miss zoya farooqui I suppose.." The man..butler, to be more precise said...and She nodded... "jane..please show mam her way.." The old man called an average looking young lady and asked her to take zoya along.. "Stop stop stop you idiot..!! Will you stop drumming like an idiot.." Zoya ticked off her heart..She was annoyed with her continuous erratic heartbeats... It seemed as if given a chance, her heart would come out and pump!! "Mam!!" jane shrugged her "I'll take your leave mam... the room is on the next right turn... Good night.." Jane spoke in a low volume..smiled and left..
Zoya slowly took small steps and entered tiger's territory. "Common zoya!! There's nothing to get scared..this aint the first time you up for an interview.. Breath deep and relax.." She ordered herself. Adjusting her professional business grey coloured suits perfectly.. Looking at her reflection for one last time..she knocked the door but found it ajar.. "come in.." Came a voice...
Zoya entered the room and witnessed the most extravagant surrounding she has ever seen in her life. The room had those ancient architecture touch with beautiful primeval carvings on all four walls.. The floor was covered in lush cream carpet and a glass centre table was enhancing the beauty.. She looked around at the black leather couches and 50 inch plasma TV on the wall with a large, elegant bookcase at another wall.. But what caught her attention was the weird combination of room colour.. there was nothing jolly in that..rather.. a dull mishmash of black grey bear a resemblance a haunted place she once saw in discovery haunted nights'..!! seriously? Black and grey! What's wrong with his colour senses..' she thought... As she wandered her eyes..she found another door which she thought was a way to a balcony..Zoya quickly moved towards it and tried opening..but the damn door was too adamant to open... Ok..no worries zoya..one step..no wait..three steps back..run..and push this door..' she mumbled... and to execute her plan, she moved backward..held her breath..and ran towards the door with her eyes closed...But instead of receiving immense pain on her shoulder, which she anticipated, she found herself half way in the air with a strong muscular pair of hands around her waist holding her protectively. She looked at the owner' of those hands and her breath once again got stuck!! Is he a greek god!' her hands as if they somehow managed to have their own brain travelled all the way to his face..his handsome face!! But her hands stopped in the mid way when he himself brought his fingers to remove those ever falling flicks from her face. Her heart, which for a moment had stopped beating, once again was back in action and started beating with all its might. Zoya feared that it would surely break her ribcage now. zoya..relax..this is one of your teenage hormonal -hot-guy-presence-reactions..get a grip..breath in-breath out' but one thing that bothered her was.. this wasn't a guy! He was indeed a grown up man! With such broad muscular chest, almost 5'11 inch height and slight beard on his striking face and..and omg his fragrance! His scent was surely driving her crazy causing her goose bumps for god knows what damn reason... Her body was for sure not in mood to listen her commands so she decided to free herself... Unwillingly though..
So he's just gonna stand,hold and look at her? Cant he see those flushing cheeks of her..idiot..'she cursed him..Zoya tried to free herself once again but her stupid heel was still stuck in the rug... Oh god why me?' Somehow she twisted her body around and slipped out her feet from both stilettos. She stood in her boss's room in bare feet with her heel still stuck in the wretched rug. And to make it even better, her boss.. was still staring at her as if she didn't belong on planet earth. Life wasn't fair...!!
"Good morning sir." Zoya licked her parched lips. "Sorry about that rug. I'll bring you a new one. Promise." She blabbered on. Oh god why did I need to say that? The damn rug looks expensive..stupid hormones'
"Interesting." He raised his eye brows and Zoya stifled the urge to run out of the door and screw the interview. No way in hell she's getting this job now. "If your antics are over then can we start the interview?"
"Huh? Interview?" and here she thought he was going to kick her out of the door. He moved and signaled her to follow him towards the couch. "You're not housekeeping are you?"
"No no. I am Zoya farooqui sir..." And she crossed her fingers behind her back praying that the name doesn't ring any bells.. she really didn't want to get this job just because she's a farooqui..' "And?"
"I..I..meant I am here for interview." And she quickly sat down in front of his plush leather chair. He gave a barely perceived nod and his face was still devoid of any expressions. Gee a small smile wouldn't kill. He was dressed in black dress suit, his hair cut short and slightly gelled up. And he looked breath takingly hot with a dark aura of danger around him. Asad was staring straight into her eyes and she was shifting uncomfortably on her chair. For some reasons, his stare was causing something in the pit of her stomach..like the entire butterfly population has shifted their home there! She gulped under his gaze and tried looking normal. Then slowly he brought his hand towards her cheeks and touched it ever so lightly causing zoya to jump in nervousness..
The lid of voice box snapped shut in zoya's throat. "Aaahh." Was all she could gag out.
"Relax..there's nothing to be scared off." Asad said.'god..is he for real? Here, I m seeing the world's most happening creature with such heavenly looks for the first time and he's saying there's nothing to get nervous??' she muttered
"Yes? Why are you standing?" he barely raised a brow as he leaned back in his plush leather chair with a hint of smirk hovering over his mouth. "Sit back down. The interview hasn't even started yet." And he went back to checking her file with his classic blank expressions again. There was so many things Zoya wanted to say and so many ways Zoya wanted to hit him that she stood there twitching in her place making tight fists to stop herself from jumping across and smacking him.. She herself didn't know what was the root of her so much anger..All her girly reactions for him flew out of the window. A moment before he stared her as if she was the most fascinating thing god ever created and the other sec. a complete blank expression enclosed his face!
"I get a feeling that you want to say something but having trouble to communicate." He said calmly while still turning pages of her resume..She could think of ten things she wanted to scream at his face but her mouth was still unable to form words. Then he looked at up and all her breath left her in a big huff. "Is that true Zoya?" "Mr Khan-" "Yes I understand that's my name. Now will you please take a seat so we can continue with the interview miss farooqui?"
She should have left then man... Left her most expensive stilettos on his damn rug and legged it... There was something so powerfully attractive in the way he said her name like he was rolling it off his tongue, that she lost all control of her body and slumped down on the chair in a daze. He gave her a barely perceived nod as his lips twitched a bit. "Finally." He murmured to himself and switched back to his business mode. "So..No past experience?"
She cleared her throat and answered, "Yes sir..i have just cleared my high school and this is my first year in college..but If I get this job..i promise not to let you down.." He folded his arms and leaned leisurely back in his chair again. He suddenly looked more hot and intimidating... OH god zoya..for heaven's sake...get a grip!! And Be still my heart!' Zoya gritted her teeth.. He gave her a knowing nod and closed her file. "I could ask you all those typical interview questions but looking at your comfidence, I am quite impressed..." He said getting up and zoya just looked up wondering what is coming up. "Since I quite urgently need a secretary, I'll make you a job offer here. Miss Zoya farooqui, the job is yours if you want to take." She opened her mouth to say something but was so shocked that nothing came out. What? Just like that he'll give her the job? She had a fleeting thought at the back of her mind to refuse the job proposal as Just imagining being with THE ASAD AHMED KHAN day and night made her heart race so fast. But then Asad came around the table and stood over her looking so strikingly handsome that all rational thoughts left her mind and all she could think of what it would feel like to be kissed by him ? To lose herself completely under his spell that she wouldn't even remember her last name if someone asked that time.. ZOYA! Stop it..'
"So..are we done with interview sir?" She asked... "Mmm yes..." He touched the bridge of his nose and moved closer to her..again.. But this time zoya took her cell and moved away.. "Hey hey hey...who do you think you are calling?"
"My chauffer sir..i should be going..i'll join from the morning.." She said and dialed the number but he came forward and took her cell.. "Mr khan..What the.." She screamed but when his dark pitch black eyes looked intently at her with anger'? she quietly looked down and mumbled the left F*** word'
"So do you know why you are here?" hearing the slight chuckle in his voice she smiled looking at him.
"I'm here to help you run the household and assist in you're office work I just graduated and.." "Spare me the details.. I see you're brother have not informed you that the great aryan farooqui sold you to me for a price..." She looked at him stunned as he moved closer to her and placed the backhand of his finger down her face as she moved back gasping not believing him shaking her head in disbelief.. "You are having a problem sir..we just now finished an interview and u have appointed me as your secretary..didnt you sir..?" Zoya now panicked and her tears threatened to spill up any moment..though she didn't doubt her brother as she was sure he would never ever do this to her...
"I think you don't trust your new boss..here..Read for you're self.. He must have told you that he'll come to pick u by 8..and my dear is half past 9... I will be going doing stair for Dinner and I want you to join me soon.." he placed the letter in her hand and he head for the door smiling..
"By the way.. you will come down stairs to join me and I will see you in 30 minutes.. washroom, is through that door" he said firmly closing the door behind him...
Zoya felt her head dizzy and her hand shivered..Her heart again started beating furiously but this time for a different reason. However she decided to read the letter..because ayaan indeed didn't come to pick her up..neither did the chauffer.. With her trembling hands and tearful eyes..zoya opened the letter..
'Dear Mr Khan As Agreed, I am giving you Zoya.. my sister she will now be your responsibility and I hope you will be gentle with her as she knows nothing about our agreement... According to the fix' you will let me work for this case and help me with arrest of criminals... May the lord forgive me for this Sin..I am sorry my child I had no other choice..
Aryan Farooqui..'
Feeling the tears running down her face she slumped on the floor heart broken...
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With the onset of autumn, storm clouded zoya's life. The nature bemoaned in her dismay and the wind whispered her suffering. Under the hazardous thunder, sat zoya, holding the letter firmly...trying to scrutinize what just happened...
As the clouds refused to hold up the vapor, rain dribbled down..and her eyes soon following it, shed the tears. Feeling of being betrayed by the only family, was too much to take for an eighteen year old. Although some where deep down her heart was still reluctant to accept this, but her mind was obstinate to believe what her eyes witnessed. That handwriting was very much familiar to her. She knew it was Aryan only who wrote the letter...Fisting her hands tightly, she broke down..once again...
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An hour had passed and zoya didn't budge from her spot. She was drained out..both mentally and physically. Her eyes were now desiccated and no more tears came out as numbness overpowered all her senses..The clock struck 10 and zoya got out of her trace. All her thinking abilities were long gone. She didn't want to feel anything..But for a moment her emotional part of the brain took a break and the rational part realized that her love and respect for her bhaijaan was way too much strong to doubt any of his deeds. There must be some very brawny reason behind this. He had been her everything! Be it her family, her best friend, or..her father... If she was hurt by this, then surely bhaijaan would have been much more hurt...She was his little angel after all..wasnt she..? It must had been the toughest decisions for him as well... She knew what she had to do..She'll run away...!! Yes..!! She'll run...She couldn't stay with this specimen who defined perfection..!!So gearing her self up..zoya went to freshen up..with new energy... ... Little did she know what destiny had in store for her..
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Zoya was getting nervous now. The man in front of her had not spoken for the last 5 min and had just stared at his laptop. She was desperate to know what exactly he was thinking... The minute she entered the dining room, his eyes never left her..He was indeed an epitome of excellence... Will you for heaven's sake stop beating like a mad..Dear heart..?' She cursed her ever so increasing beat...But she couldn't help..Asad ahmed khan, who was now in his informals with just one black Tshirt which was perfectly enhancing his well toned body and grey three forths made him look killing. Breath in-breath out..zoya, breath in-breath out..Concentrate..Yeah..concentr...OMFG..HE Has SIX PACKS..!!' She gasped as her eyes eyed' him..
"Will you please stop staring me Miss Farooqui" Asad exclaimed..He had been observing her from quite a time..her eyes were missing the shine it had few hours back..She must had cried.. but Asad felt awkward when she was openly checking him out...! Not that, it's the first time but there was this tingling sensation he felt at the pit of his stomach when zoya's eyes were piercing through his body. THIS was surely new for him..Something he never experienced before...But before he could go into details of this intruder feeling, he heard zoya mumbling..
one-two-three-four-five-SIX-SEVEN..? no no...once again..one-two-three-four-five-six..and there's the seventh one.. Allah miya.. Is it a new fashion which I didn't know..!' Zoya couldn't help but do a quick go-through-all-magazine pages- exercise.. This is not possible..!! How come its seven..!! I don't remember I've read anywhere about this new trend..!!' She mumbled..Her eyes once again stabbing his torso!
"Miss farooqui.." No reply.. "Miss farooqui.." Still..no rpl... "ZOYA"!!!! Asad now yelled, bringing back zoya from her gaze..!!
"What are you doing..? Do I look like a teen aged guy on whom you can drool on..?
"Allah miya what's wrong with you mr. khan!!! SEVEN..?? ReallY?"
"Miss farooqui..What seven.." Asad sighed..He was now losing it..!! Here, he was having a tough time to hold himself under her unbreakable shameless stare and she was talking something shit.. seven'!!
"Mr. khan where did you find about this new thing! I mean..'I' THE ZOYA FAROOQUI didn't know about it..You know, I m the fashion DIVA..!! N even then I don't know..No wait...I think, its your fault..You don't have a fashion and health sense..!!" Zoya spoke in terrorized tone...man..Her image was on stake.. !!
"Miss farooqui... tell what seven you are talking about before I start hating this damn number only!"
"Allah Miya..!! Your Packs mr. khan!! You've got SEVEN packs? Six kam pad gaye the kya! Or was eighth really tough to get?"
Asad couldn't help but roll his eyes in the weirdest of manner. This good for nothing girl wasted his 7 min. for his 7 ABS..?? How could she..!! Its his damn choice..he can have any number of abs he wants...so what if its 7..Wait..WHAT..?? 7..?? SEVEN..?? Terror suddenly enveloped his body as his mind registered her words. On its own accord, his eyes moved towards his abs.. One..Two..Three..Four..Five..Six...S.E.V.E.N...'His heartbeat raced as the Eighth one was indeed missing! The hands then came into action and tried feeling them..and finally he got his breath back when the eight Aab was found..Finally! Now it was time to show This fanatical girl How perfect Set of Abs he had..
Asad slowly moved towards her and took her hand into his. But the moment their skin touched, A sensational feeling crept. Zoya, for the umpteenth time, cursed her hormones for reacting frantically. Allah Miya what's wrong with me! No..What's wrong with these stupid hormones!'Her heart, Once again was all set to rip her ribcage. .. And for asad.. For the first time in his whole life he felt shivers running down his spine, he felt jammed at his spot..A mere touch of hers created havoc inside him. He looked up and was at once drawn into those beautiful brown eyes. The surroundings went blank with just two of them staring at each other Intently. For the first time, his eyes did not blink, he was mesmerized beyond limits at the view in front of him..This eighteen year old girl provoke feelings inside him which he never knew existed.
Just after his this little discovery, For the first time he felt his heartbeat stopping, for the first time he felt hot burning sensations invading his body and brutally affecting it..The second he laid his eyes on her his control vanished, his mind stopped working and the demons inside him shouted at their peaks to tear her clothes apart and claim her right there, hard and harder.. He felt over ruled, never had he felt so strong so desperate and in need..He saw the most beautiful and angelic girl in front of him...The girl who left him stunned to no limits. He eyed her body right from her head to her toe.. Her perfect desirable curvy body made him think twice if this was even possible to have such a beauty.. Her each and every curve was pulling him like a magnet. Zoya finally looked away feeling uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. His eyes creating inexpressible feelings inside her. Asad licked his lips to stop himself and Her too short hot pants and overly large Tshirt, lining her perfect body and exposing her milky flawlessly shaped legs were not helping either. He felt an uncontrollable storm raging in his body. It wanted to come out and wildly fulfill his every desire. His brain had stopped working long ago; he once again led his eyes to her face. Her soft jaw line her tempting rosy red lips, Shining with gloss, perfectly shaped and utterly soft and juicy telling him to kiss her fiercely. She was utmost beautiful and sexy, her hot body warmed him up to no limits. For the first time he felt so weak and vulnerable, he felt he was a drug addict and she was his only drug he needed right now, he felt dizzy and in need.
Zoya didn't know what to do or feel. She so desperately wanted to move away but it seemed as if her legs had its own mind who completely refused to move. The duo was so much into the moment that they forgot that their hands were still entangled. She thought There was this unspoken attraction which held them.. Her realization made her blush a little and a small smile crept on her lips...
When he saw the beautiful smile playing , he got it then and there.. He wanted her, he wanted her badly and insanely. He wanted to touch her feel her, he wanted to redden her skin with his teeth, he wanted to claim her lips badly, he wanted to drag her to the corner and make love to her like no one had ever made to someone so hard and wild. Not able to control himself any more, He pulled her more into him. Their noses were now touching and lips were inches apart. Asad was slowly closing the distance and zoya, anticipating her first ever kiss parted her trembling lips, Ignoring the wild heart. They moved closer...and closer...and...
"Sir.. the food is..." the servant entered the whole and was dead on his track after witnessing a almost kiss' position of his boss and the new young girl. Zoya jumped away from him and hell, all her RBCs rushed to her cheeks making her flush.. Asad however was brought back to reality and hated the new feeling that was born today. The old stone face was back and he too moved back.
"We'll be coming in a min. anwar..leave.." Asad ordered and the cutler went away.
Neither asad nor zoya said anything. Zoya was still in daze and didn't know how to react. Was he..Was he just going to kiss her? Not that she didn't want to get kissed by this Greek god, but come on..She's a girl..she had, for many years kept it for her prince charming who would kiss her claiming how much he loves her..and this chor..this bloody stealer wanted to steal her FIRST kiss?? Just like that?? Looser!' She cursed him. Whereas Asad was Angry. Way too angry to think anything. Not with her..not with anwar but with himself..Why on earth did he react this way..There was undeniable desirability he felt for her at that moment. And he could swear it was beyond the physical level..and this made him ever more angrier. He's a monster and he should feel nothing but hatred and abhorrence, but today, he felt human..and he hated it.
But his mind then came up with a reason he thought was true. She deliberately did it. She on purpose wore such kind of outfit and was eyeing him from the beginning.. He was no fool to ignore those blushes she had whenever he saw her. She might be young but was surely not Kid.. How dare she seduce him'!
So as a final point he decided to get back to her on his own way. Zoya farooqui had called it, and she Would pay for it..
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Finally the silence got too much for her and she started to say something when she saw a flicker of victory on Asad's face. That shut her up and she glared back at him. The glaring contest continued for some time till Asad's expression changed to a sly one. He threw his coat and tie on the couch and slowly made his way towards her.
Zoya gulped as he came closer 'What are you doing?' She found herself backed against the red wall. Asad trapped her in the prison of his arms by placing them on either side of her face against the wall and gazed at her dreamy eyes, full lips and high cheek bones. He leaned forward and let his breath caress her butter smooth skin... Zoya shivered.
'So you want to work, huh?'
'Y...Y...yee...ss...yes' she stammered...
Well..now when your dearest brother has left u on my mercy.. I've a perfect job for you'. Zoya stared at him, confused. Wasn't she his secretary..?
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Edited by eshita.kabhi - 11 years ago
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