Thank you Every one for being succha wonderful readers 😊 M really obliged that you all kept my words..
A quick synopsis : Aryan is a CBI cop and is zoya's brother, her only family. After a meeting with 'KHAN' Aryan had to send zoya to him, Reasons, still not known. Khan, is none other than Asad himself who apart from being a mobster, is also a business tycoon. Zoya is a 18 year old jolly natured girl who when reached to khan mansion is fascinated with the building 's architecture and is instantly attracted to asad. She was told by Aryan that she had to work for khan enterprise but later she comes to know that her bhaijaan actually had a deal with asad. She after words, tried to reason why Aryan would do that and decided to stay with asad..and with first opportunity she gets, she would run away.
Asad on other hand is again brutal and cold. and zoya doesn't know asad is a gangster
I hope its clear now. People said they didn't get the plot well, M sorry for that.
Now the part :
ASAD AHMED KHAN..!!(chapter 3. A)
Amidst the smoke of his cigar, stood asad with his perfectly designed jaw clenched in aggravation. The event' that took place back home was surely not acceptable by him. The way his body reacted, was new. This intrude feeling caused the deepest core of his heart shudder. He was livid. Not with zoya, not with anwar but with himself..Angry for not being immune to human feelings. Angry, for letting himself flow with his desires.
Angry for feeling Human and not A Monster. He really needed a break and as if allah heard him and roy called. "Khan, we have got him"
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"I am not an easy man to please." He finally decided to speak. His voice was that of a man, a man in all his glory. The deep, guttural sound erupted from his chest and seared through the room, like that of a bullet's in silence. It was like every other part of his anatomy; it was threateningly intimidating.
His eyes glimmered like a tiger's as it leaped at the deer, finally victorious, filled with ecstasy and his thick, black brows that nestled above, rose in wicked arcs. He relaxed, looming over his prey, enjoying his nervousness.
"I have a wife. I have children. Please give me time. I would do anything, anything. Please," he sounded like a man, sitting at the other end of a bullet and begging for mercy. As he fell down on his knees and clutched khan's coat's edges, Asad saw before him a man who had lost the prissy arrogance of his face, and the sheer confidence he carried with him. His eyes were life-less, luster-less balls of melancholy. Dents nestled beneath the under-curves of his eyes and his lips thinned as if he were trying to cut short his wails of helplessness.
He craned his squat neck and smothered a cry with his dusty-brown sleeve. His callow mannerism almost had Asad's manager fleeing from the room, sure enough of what to come. Asad clasped his hand; it seemed to shrink, in his callous, strong grip, like that of a bird's claw. Asad jerked the hand off, pulling the man up as if he weighed nothing more than a sack of peas.
"I feel at the ends of mercy. Not a pleasant mood to send me in. Give me a good reason and I will let you go. That is of course apart from your family's melodrama. This world has almost too many unwanted, unneeded families, orphans, nobody would care if yours adds to it; especially not me."
Asad let the man go, who stumbled on his feet. He brushed off his coat and craned his head back to stare at the man, who cowered beneath his gaze; hot and penetrating, it left you unsettled, intimidated...speechless.
"I-I will do anything you say. Anything..."
Asad remained as silent as a corpse. Nothing unnerved one's opponent more than silence. It feeds upon their insecurities; it denies them the relief they're searching for. It unsettles them and leaves them fretting, sweating.
"Please. I beg of you. I will do everything you want. I'll double your profits; I'll return all the money with triple interests. Please I beg you." the man cried.
Asad didn't utter a word. Not a muscle moved.
"I will rub your floors clean; I'll wash the ground you walk on. Anything-Anything... Jesus Please!" he was broken. It was time to lurch forward and collect the booty of war; of victory.
Asad lowered. All six inches of muscle and strength flexed in a magnificent artwork brought to life, that of a composed, perfect deity. His roughish mouth arched in the slightest hint of an arrogant smirk. His black balls of eyes, like thick painted coals on fire, burned with the barest of hints of a glimmer and his cleft chin lifted up in a nod.
An autocratic brow rose, his face filling with wicked, wicked intent. Asad lolled back against the mahogany desk.
"I might,"
he trailed off, planting seeds of furious anxiety in the man, who stared at Asad, like he was his God right now. It amused him to no ends as he watched the man kneeled before him, mouth slackened, a quivering jellyfish torn asunder in terror, "might let you continue with your disgusting life, if you do something for me."
"I'll do anything! Anything," the man did not hesitate. There was no question if he would.
"I want you to kill someone," Asad's words bristled off casually, like one would say, I want you to close the window, or make me an omelet. They held no hesitation; there was not a trace of importance in them.
The man, forty-five years of age, all frigid and disheveled, froze. He hesitated, and Khan , did not, ever, entertain hesitations. He refused to accept them.
"Get rid of him Roy," he tossed nonchalantly making a move to turn around when the man barked with urgency, "No! I will, I will. I will do anything you say..Just don't kill me. I have a family back home.."
Asad didn't turn his head back. The family drama had always been into play. Be it a 45 year old man lying at his mercy or be it a CBI officer like Aryan! He chuckled.
"Dr. Drake Sean," Keep your oh I have a family' stage show aside. Asad lifted his portfolio, shuffling through it non-interested, "Aahaan..A cardiologist, impressive!"
he moved forward very carefully now, each word weighing denser than the air, " M sure a small wrong heart transplant' will not be much of an issue for you then!"
"No..Please don't make me kill people..M treated next to God! I give people their lives. I'll do Anything but this please." The poor old man begged on his knees. Feeling as helpless as an insect trapped in a cobweb.
"Then you better stay with your GOD only. Roy, I want him dead in an hour."
Asad said calmly. A calmness which was the predecessor of a storm.
He stood up, flexing his broad arms and turning his back at the man. He shot a look to roy who trotted forwarded on his feet, hurrying, and offered Asad his keys.
Drake stood poised in great discomfort and uncertainty, gawking at the man's back. This man was, if nothing, intimidating, scary, and not to be trifled with. "M ready, Khan. I will" He whispered.
"Strip him off, of his humanity. I want a skilled assassin in next week. If he cannot be that, he has no reason to be at all," Asad shot off, fixing his coat, and ordering his manager without turning to look at the man.
He marched to the door then halted. He turned his finely sculpted face and looked at the man one last time, choosing his words carefully, and speaking with a wicked knowledge of the human brain, "I've not build my empire, showering mercies to people. You'd know better than to trick me," and left.
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Zoya bore into mirror to get a clear vision of her crimsoned cheeks. "Stupid..Idiot..Moron..bloody arrogant sexy ass!" She cursed as she felt her heart leap to her ribs. The butterflies that had always inhabited in the pit of her stomach, started their fly' with mere mention of asad.
"It was indescribable actually. I felt like my heart raced a mile per minute, my toes curled and I could think of nothing but both of us. Omg he was too close man!! His perfect body..his aroma..his..." she talked to herself as she remembered her encounter with him. The butterflies giggled too. "But you were just cursing him a sec. ago Zoya..!!" The butterflies asked. " Haan ..!! He's not my prince charming. How dare he tried kissing!" She defended herself..Damn these butterflies..!! "Oh come on zoya you are blushing! And anyway, he's HOT.." the butterflies retorted.!! "Hey..he NOT hot OK..?" and the next second she felt her stomach growl as the butterflies whined. "Relax creature..!! Fine..he is Hot..but..Arrggh..let it be.. m off to sleep..And you better don't disturb me." Zoya stood up and drank water. The poor butterflies fell silent.
Tried, exhausted and drowsy, too void to follow or understand the recent proceedings Zoya headed towards her new Bedroom.
Anwar had got a glass of milk and placed it on the table. Zoya took the glass and drank it all up in one go.
"Thanks anwar, I couldn't eat with your devil of a SIR staring at me, as if planning to eat ME only than his delicious food! I was so hungry" she said as she sat down on the bed. Anwar smiled at her and left after wishing her good night.
Stretching her back against the bed Zoya relaxed in seconds, still thinking what she got herself into. She thought of calling Aryan and took her cell. But she stopped seeing the time. "He must be sleeping now." She thought. She again felt bad thinking about his decision. He should have trusted her. If there was something wrong, they could deal with it together! But alaas. He decided to keep her away. But she was now ok with it as she knew that there must be some very strong reason behind it. She knew he must be hurting too..
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W.H.O.S.E R.O.O.M???? (Chapter 3.B)
Asad entered his room, and found Zoya, Mesmerized by her presence on his bed. It was as if the bed seemed to invite him. He approached her gently and watched her sleep. She seemed so calm to watch. Her blanket covered a little part of her face that for some reasons,bothered Asad, he bent down to push the blanket back so that he had a clear view and then his eyes fell on her lips. Out of nowhere, not reasoning why and how, he bent down to meet those lips with his.
His breath fanning her face, she felt him close, A shot of musk, his aqua aftershave and him - A divine concoction that her butterflies devoured to be high on. A heavenly cocktail for her butterflies. Her eyes opened for a microsecond only to meet his eyes which were mysterious and contained so many different shades to read. Her mouth felt dry and her pulse raced. His lips which looked ever so invigoratingly delicious, she in the midst of her sleep slightly lifted her lips to his..to cover those millimeter distance left between them when a mosquito bit her so hard that the reality hit her.. "YOU..?"
"What on earth are you doing on my bed?" zoya yelled, bursting her lungs.. Asad however was still in daze with his eyes closed..anticipating the obvious. When nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes and saw zoya standing on his bed with both her hands up in the air. And the OCD hormones stepped into game "YOU..GET DOWN..OF...M.Y B.E.D..!! Right now.."
"what on earth are you doing in my room..??"
Zoya yelled. Dreaming about someone is normal but Hallucinating is CERTAINLY not accepted. She couldn't believe she was actually dreaming with her eyes open! But when his breath was all over her face, she realized that this mr. arrogant-jerk-but-extremely-sexy-khan was here for real and she was no dreaming!! AND this! Was SURELY NOT ACCEPTED.!
"Excuse me? Y.O.U.R Room? Miss farooqui this is MY ROOM!!!"
Asad yelled back. To say he was, for a moment lost in the beauty of this 18 year would not be an understatement. He was indeed attracted to her, His heart accepted.. 'physically though' His mind cleared.
"Allah MiyaaN! Look at this man's audacity!! Ek to you are god knows why trying to kiss me and as if one time was not enough, you came here to try once again! And by the way mr. akdu, you your self had asked me to go to MY room with anwar. And now... When Y.O.U are standing in M.Y room, trying to molest me, instead of saying sorry you are shouting!! Are you for real mr. khan! Let me tell you, I always keep a pepper spray a chilli spray and and..i also know karate! You better stay away if you love your self! Got it..? Huh..!!" With each word, her tone went higher! She really didn't get this damn boss of hers.. His room?? really huh..!
"I D.O N.O.T have any hearing ailment miss farooqui.!! can you please stop shouting! And for heaven's sake this is MY ROOM!"
"Mr. khan! Why did you make your house this big that you yourself keep forgetting the ways!"
"I Do NOT like to get C.U.T ok..? And why did anwar ask you to go to my room?"
"Hadd Hai matlab! Mr. khan anwar asked me to go to the 2nd room on the left 3rd floor pe! Spare the poor soul if you have this bhoolne ki tendency!! And now please, if you could please..let me sleep.."
Asad couldn't take this anymore! With every word she spoke, he was sure she didn't belong to human category! "Zoya! Are you possessed..!!"
"WHAT..?? How dare you..!!" She yelled again!
'god this man is impossible! The creatures down her stomach sighed!
"For the last time miss farooqui, stop shouting.. And lord, this is the RIGHT room and N.O.T The left one!' Asad said exasperatedly! This girl was surely beauty with NO brains!
"Oh.. He he..!!" She smiled sheepishly!
"Haan to theek hai na.. Hota hai!! Big Deal!! I'll shift! There's nothing to fuzz! You could have just told me na that this is your room!" Saying so she took her pillow and duvet and left without giving the last look to asad. And asad..!! Well.. the poor soul stood still, wondering what did just happen!!
"She really said he should have told her that this room was his..? HE SHOULD HAVE TOLD..??"
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2:00 AMZoya woke up startled hearing a loud bang on her door. She, along with the butterflies and moths cursed the man who completely ruined their beauty sleep! With her eyes still closed and the creatures yawning, zoya opened the door..
"I have been knocking since an hour now miss farooqui.." Said asad. Now angrily
"Jesus! What you did is not called knocking mr. khan! Its called banging! You nearly broke the door.. and my head too.." Zoya said, as she yawned with her mouth open wide enough to accommodate anything that would fit in. The butterflies and the moths too nodded with their brows joined together..fuming in anger. 'leave zoya, even we were sleeping you douchebag..' screamed the butterflies!
"Don't tell me you keep changing your room in the middle of the night! or 2 to be precise.!"
Zoya was now scared! There was no way she was going to shift! All the weird happenings of the day has left her with no energy!
"Firstly, I did not have any other choice than to bang as you were not opening! And no, m not changing room.. its just that..."
"Omg mr. khan! Suchha pervert you are! You came to kiss me !!!! Again..??? " She yelled for the Nth time and the butterflies gasped.! And the moths, they were ready with swords. 'you touch her and we'll kill you..'
"What nonsense! Listen, I have absolutely no interest in you and kissing is certainly out of question. You are NOT my taste! Get that thing in your head." 'Liar' his inners screamed but he ignored..
"and I have come to take my pillow and duvet" Said asad, with his forefinger pointing firmly against her.
"You came at 2, to take you damn pillow..??"
'And the duvet too..so please..be quick..i do not have all day.."
"Y.O.U.Are IMPOSSIBLE ...Aarggh!!! " zoya now finally gave up. for the time being although.
"Here..no please..please mr. khan..let me sleep.."
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Edited by eshita.kabhi - 11 years ago
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