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Ch8
Treading carefully...
He held her hand...even if he didn't want to...and he saved her...it was his destiny!!! (ME)
He heard her scream. It was shrill, the voice breaking up by the time it seeped out of the room, but he heard it. He had been extremely focused on the results of what he had managed to accomplish in Zoya's office this morning to have missed it. Mission accomplished, he thought, his efforts had been fruitful. He stood up from his cubicle and pretended to be running out to grab a coffee.Collecting his jacket and his office ID he headed out.He needed to celebrate his ongoing victory and what better way to celebrate than some mid afternoon liaison. Soon he would return back and mourn with everyone.That's the least he could do for what he was to get in return.
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Zoya couldn't contain her scream as she realized who was standing by her door gawking at her in shock.This wasn't happening, this couldn't happen. She almost stumbled off the table where she had seductively placed herself for her husband to encounter.But instead of Rihaan it was Asad standing there, seeing her skimpily clad in her lacy,racy lingerie barely covering her essentials and accentuating every curve of her body.
She burned under his gaze trying to sprint into the bathroom just around the time when Asad snapped out of his shock and turned around quickly wanting to leave.
She was there, shimmying the door knob of the washroom but it didn't open.It was stuck.Damn it had still not been fixed and now she had nowhere to run. She looked around frantically running for cover and just as she approached the back of her sofa Asad opened the door..
NO DON'T she screamed again, sliding down to cover herself from being seen to the people outside.
Please shut the door...she begged making Asad stop in his tracks.
Ms Farooqi I need to go out,pleaded Asad He was still facing the door not daring to look in her direction.This was beyond akward and uncomfortable.
No please Mr Khan don't go...I need you...
WHAT..I think you've lost your mind Ms Farooqi.Firslty you decide to dress inappropriately that too in a work place, and then you invite me in, and what I see..he couldn't finish his words the images of her seductively leaning on the desk with the tiniest of clothing on her were burning gaping holes in his head. He had seen too much in a matter of a few seconds and he knew there was no way of undoing the images of her in that raunchy black lacy lingerie. She was almost naked, the see through net playing mind games with his imagination. It created havoc in his heart and made him want to knock some sense into this female and threaten her not to show him her face again.But he couldn't do that, they worked together.There was no way to avoid her. Damn if it were not for his sister he wouldn't be here in the middle of all this, messing up his sanity and clouding his judgement. She was bad news and he had to stay away from her.That much he was sure of now.
He locked the slightly opened door and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes to compose himself.He was not in a mood to get in another fight with her.He needed peace, Asprin and an office that was miles away from where Zoya lingered.
What do you want Ms Farooqi he asked, the edge of frustration not going unnoticed by Zoya.
Instantly she got angry, but held herself back in time. She needed his help and snapping at him would do the opposite..
Mr Khan...my bathroom door his stuck..Can you please go and open it up for me..she requested gritting her teeth controlling her anger.She was angry at him for being rude but mostly she was angry at herself and her scattered stars for putting her in another akward impressionable situation with this man.It seemed like the universe was conspiring againt her, giving him all that she was to give to her husband.
Why don't I just go out and grab your husband and he can help out with the situation.I am sure this was actually meant for his eyes only...
Asad once again started to open the door but stopped at Zoya's no...
NO DON'T Mr Khan..I uh I don't want him to see me like this...
What Bull...didn't you just do all this for your husband?? Don't tell me that's what you wear in your office...he muttered shaking his head in disbelief.Could this situation get any messier...
Its not like that...and it's none of your business.,Just tell me you'll get that door opened and we can get over with this situation already...
Don't blame me for the situation I knocked before coming in and you said it was ok...he snapped..
Mr Khan I am cold...can you please stop with your ranting and help me out here...My butt is not getting any warmer...she snapped back
For the love of god...he turned trying to contain himself.Carefully he walked towards the washroom door avoiding looking at Zoya.He worked on the knob but it didn't budge.Suddenly his eyes fell on the mirror by his side and he saw a full view of Zoya seated behind the sofa trying to cover herself.But there was too much skin on display and 2 hands were no cover at all..His eyes were on fire by the time he looked away. Damn he muttered, diverting his attention to the knob.
Ms Farooqi please put on some clothes.There are a lot of mirrors in your office and I cant look up without seeing you in them.
Ermm...Uh...mmy clothes are in the bathroom...she answered sheepishly, fidgeting to cover more of her
For F**K's sake...he swore shutting his eyes as he went about taking off his jacket..
Language Mr Khan..Zoya mocked...
Just quit it Ms Farooqi this is not funny...here take my jacket ..he tossed it towards her and she caught it.
She wore it only to smell him on it...It sent a tingle down her spine..Arousing her senses awake..She shivered at the feeling trying to brush it off.But his smell was too pungent too prominent and too potent.It spread through her senses and took over like wild fire. Her latent daydreams rushed thorough her mind like a tsumani, poking her to look at them and compare.He fit the list perfectly. They nagged her, jabbed her in the conciousne but still she denied.Opening that door was not an option neither a choice. It wont be done.
It's done came the response and she jotled back to reality surprised by Asad's uncanny response..
Huh what?? She asked..
Your door is done, now please get in and get dressed,I need to go. He responded with growing frustration.He needed a breather.
Zoya stood up and straightened his Jacket.She was covered till her knees, the sleeves hanging beyond her hands. She hesitantly walked up to the washroom just as Asad turned and started to walk away. They crossed paths without looking at each other, making their way to their respective doors.
They both hesitated,but gave in and started to open their doors,but suddenly Asad stopped. Something inside him made him turn back and run to her.She was just about to step inside the door,when she was grabbed and pulled away. The floor mat slipped and soon she was on the floor her face smacked into a hard,yet very alive surface.
Oww she heard him wince, making her realize she was laying on his chest.She could feel his thumping heart. She tried to get up, but he winced again. The she realized all her body weight was on his right arm and even with the slightest of her movements it seemed like he winced in pain. Quickly she stood up forgetting about the akward position she was in, her hair spread across his face, her thigh exposed on his legs, his hands around his chest and her lips caressing the hollow of his neck.
F**K he swore as he felt the jolt of pain passing through his wrist.He grabbed his writst by his left hand and sat up, his eyes locking with hers.
She had a look of worry and concern. She wasn't angry and that surprised him.He had expected her to explode, given the situation,but instead she was worried about him.
He stood up awkwardly, without the support of his hand and winced again in pain.
What's wrong Mr Khan, are you ok?? Zoya asked Let me see your hand she grabbed his right hand without waiting for his approval.
He resited but she persisted and started to carefully examine his entire arm.
Don't look at me like that Mr Khan, I have a certificate in First aid, so quit whining and let me look at your arm.
I am not whining, I just don't like being fussed about.Oww...he flinched as Zoya finally pressed on his wrist. F**K what's wrong with you woman..That hurt.
Language Mr Khan...she mocked again as she carefully moved her fingers around his wrist feeling it...Her touch was soft, and it made him sigh inwardly.He liked her fussing over him.That thought snapped him back and he pulled his wrist out of her hand and literally crunched up in pain as the pull sent shards of excruciating pain through him
Careful Mr Khan...you seem to have cracked your wrist.Any sudden movements will do exactly that.I think we should take you to the doctor .she offered matter of factly.
Ms Farooqi Please just let me go about my day.I will manage.And please will you go and put on some clothes.Its hard to talk to you when...he didn't have to finish the sentence, Zoya knew what he meant.She looked down only to find the jacket completely open in the front.
Damn she muttered covering herself up and walking towards the washroom once again.And then she stopped.She turned around and spoke.
Why did you run to me and grab me?? On a different day, she would have skinned him alive, but something about the way he pulled her back, something in his touch told her,he had a valid reason.
Oh shoot...he ignored her question and rushed to the washroom.Carefully he went to the wall besides the door and switched off the plug.He bent down and pulled a loose wire that was peeping out of the wall, from the wiring within.
OH...gasped Zoya as she saw the sparks that died down just as he turned off the switch.
WOW I could have been eletricuted..and you saved me...how did you know.
I didn't..I just felt something was going to happen to you and I turned...and I saw this.He lifted the wire he had pulled..
Anyways no harm was done so all good You can go in now and change.I'll get going. With that he finally made his way to the door for good.
Uh...Mr Khan...Zoya called just at the moment his hand opened the door knob.
What now Ms Faroorqi...he snapped..he was in pain and he had no patience left.
Don't snap at me...I just wanted to...well she gritted her teeth...Sorry and thank you were hard for her...but the situation demanded a thank you...
No need to thank me...all good...Now can I go please...
Huh...Oh..uh..Ya...ssure...she was a little stumped at him reading her mind...
Wait she called again
Oh for F**Ks sakes...and please don't mock my words again...You don't want me to lose my cool Ms Farooqi its not a pretty sight when that happens...and if you say Language Mr Khan once more...you'll be sorry...
Whatever...don't threaten me..I just wanted to tell you to go to the doctor ASAP...your wrist is swelling up and you need to get it Xrayed..
He sighed in exasperationg as he didn't bother responding to her, finally walking out of the office and heading to the doctors.
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What happened to Mr khan... Did he get into an accident?? Or a fight??? whispered the staff as Asad walked back into his office with a cast on his right wrist.
More people started to talk as he walked by to Ayaan's cubicle.
Ayaan in my office now..he ordered
Wo bro what happened to you..asked Ayaan as he stood up from the chair in his cubicle.
Ms Farooqi fell on me when I saved her from a live wire..he answered blankly...
What...What what what?? Ayaan was at a loss of words..what did he just say...
Are you deaf Ayaan...I just saved Ms Farooqi from a live wire..and she fell on me and all her weight came on my wrist and here I am with this bloody cast on for 3 weeks for the hairline fractures that she just caused me...so stop pissing me off..
What???What did I just hear?? Rihaan walked by only to overhear their conversation Did you say Zoya got electricutoded...OMG is she ok...what happened to her...he almost panicked...
Chill Rihaan nobody said your wife was dead..she is ok and alive..and busy with being her arrogant angry self...replied Ayaan with pent up frustration.This situation was starting to get out of hand very soon...
I need to see her to believe it...he walked ran up to Zoya's office leaving behind a very pensive Asad and a very disturbed Ayaan.
Even Shahid who sat besides Ayaan overheard the conversation and panicked. This was not good.
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Zoya are you ok??? I just found out what happened from Mr Khan...Rihaan spoke all at once..
Zoya stood up from her desk and walked up to him.She needed a hug bad.The last 2 hours had made her think and realize what had almost happened.She was edgy and spooked and she needed confort. So she covered the distance and grabbed Rihaan for a hug and bluttered everything out just like a wife telling her husband. Rihaan looked around to check if the door was shut before he hesitantly reciprocated to the hug..
There there..he tried pacifying her...Its ok Zoya..you are fine everything is fine...and it could happen to anyone of us...You are alive..he said..gently caressing her hair...trying to calm her...and as for the whole lingerie fiasco...Zoya please don't do all this...you know I don't appreciate it especially in public. I am a simple guy who just wants to be with his wife.I don't like all these fancy efforts to make our marriage work. In time everything will fall into place and we all will be in the place we need to be.So stop trying so much..And its good I was not the one who came into the office...and it was Mr Khan..cos I would have just panicked and left you and that would not work for you.Now let go and lets discuss your trip to Boston.He pulled her out of the hug while Zoya looked at him trying to understand, tring to find something.But all she got was her husband turning into her business associate.
She let go of him and tunred around, taking in a breath and composing herself to her indifferent, uncaring self as she sat on her chair.
Sure lets discuss.Then I can go share the details with Mr Khan and go from there.I only have tomorrow to get everything done and then I'll be gone for the next 5 days. She was all business..her mask opaque and intact.No one could see past it, to see the burst of emotions that were warring within her..No one..she repeated...
Not even Asad?? Questioned her heart...and she flinched...
Rihaan's voice kept her from leaving to meet Asad's thoughts...and they discussed everything but what really mattered...
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He looked at her sister's photo on his laptop, the effervescent, full of life girl, and then he the image of the very same girl wrapped in white with garlands of flowers on her dead body, her face lacking the redness that she usually had, the smile that never left her lips,came to his mind.
A lone tear dared to escape his eyes as he revisited that gruesome night when he received the phone call stating that his sister was found dead in a hotel room, a suicide attempt they claimed.
His world had crumbled into pieces when he heard that.He lost all his sanity as he ran to the airport to get back home.He came a day after and seeing her laying dead in the living room, his mother sitting lifeless around her as her tears continued to fall..he broke even more...His tears came on their own accord and he fell on his knees, holding his sisters hand and trying to shake her awake..He coaxed her, scolded her, and pleaded her to wake up. He bribed her with everything she wanted, a lavish wedding a full fledge designer wardrobe, regular vacations with her to anywhere in the world...everything she would ask of he would get her,the condition, just wake up. But she didn't listen to him for the first time...and she left him and his mother forever, broken, never to be mended.
Soon newspapers filled up with the news of Mr Asad Ahmed Khan's sister's supposed suicide. Reporters, police, friends, family, and even strangers wanted answers, a reason why she did what she did. Asad was losing his mind, his temper and his sanity.He was enraged, he broke camera's, pushed police away and shut himself from the world.He knew her sister would never kill herself. She would never do such a thing. But all the proof stood by her suicide.
It took almost 2 months before the frezy died down.Finally Asad resurfaced and diverted all his energies in his work.He cracked some of the biggest deals, made some of the riskiest decisions and gained monumental success.He gave people something to talk about other than his sister. That battle, he fought in the silences of the night, when he retraced every step of her life.He had been gone from India for a few months and those were the loose strands he needed to tie...A year went by, Asad collected more and more evidence. His wide spread businesses and networking helped him get to a lot of unchartered information. He found out Najma was in love.But she had kept it underwraps.Her friends told him, she was taking it slow, she was worried her relationship would mar her brothers business image.She didn't want that to reach to the media, hence she refrained sharing the details of her relationship with even her best friends. Things were starting to connect...And soon Asad had reason enough to believe, this relationship was the catalyst.
Today he knew, she had been killed...and he knew...who it was...someone very close to her...someone that she had trusted with all her heart...had ...betrayed her..He had used his history with her, against her.
Asad's nostrils flared with avenging rage. He tossed the paper weight onto the wall leaving a dent. The man responsible for his sister...worked with him, right under his nose...and yet he had to wait. He had to wait for him to leave something behind. A trail he could follow, something he could use to get something against him.And until he got that, he had to wait and work with him, patiently.
It was starting...he had acted today.Asad had found him in a situation, and he could see he was nervous.He had miscalculated his step. And to cover that up he had rushed...
Asad could feel it in his bones..His time to strike was pacing closer and closer...but he still had to wait..He had waited 2 years...he could wait 2 more.
He looked out of his office to the cubicles and looked at him, busy in his work, laughing with his co workers doing his job that he was hired to do and yet behind all that facade...he was somebody else. Somebody who had brought Asad here, made him buy this company and made him wait and watch as he worked aways as Asad's loyal employee
Today was a preview of what he could do, and it worried him. His heart contracted at the moment when he remembered grabbing Zoya and saving her. Wether he liked it or not, she was his bait, his key to get to him but he couldn't risk her life to get to him.
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Leaving at the same time Asad and Zoya met each other by the elevators.
Zoya looked at his plastered wrist and felt guilty for some reason...
She wanted to ask him how he felt but refrained.Her ego didn't allow her. She was to steer clear of him.
They descended in silence and made their way to the parking lot.
They nodded in goodbye and started walking to their cars.
Ms Farooqi...Her name made her turn..
Just a piece of advice...Keep your eyes open...and tread carefully...I don't want you to fall...he said cryptically sitting in his Audi and driving away.
Hope you guys liked it..
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Edited by -StarsLinedUp- - 11 years ago
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