Asya SS : Interview * Part one to five* :) - Page 72

I sat down on a chair, after helping Mark, I was damn tired. I closed my heavy eyes to ease the weariness.

"You look breathtaking today Zoya"

I opened my eyes quickly as I remembered his words. How close was he with me at that moment? I sighed. It has already been an hour since we have met. Firstly I was busy n my work and secondly I was scared to meet him. Scared? Of course not scared of him, I was scared of my rushing heart and my uncontrollable behavior.

"Here are the nominations for the best Architect of the year" I heard the announcer on the stage. I quickly put all the works aside and straightened myself.

"Mark, I got to go, guess am tired" I snapped at him hastily.

"Why Zoya baby?" he said coming close.

"Mark can I just go?" I asked in the most flattering tone ever."Please?"

He sighed before nodding in approval.

I smiled and rushed to the venue. "And the award goes to the most popular Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan"

The whole crowd burst into applause. From them stood my hero surrounded by many number of delegates. Some of them were women who were really bothering me, but I brushed it off on the thought of his accomplish. He proceeded to stage and received the award from a bald head guy. Mr. Khan surely is a professional, I could easily tell by his way of conduct. He took the mike and everyone went by silence.

That minute he looked at me, I mean directly at me, into my eyes. I could actually feel his smile through his eyes. I congratulated him with showcasing my beautiful dimples. As if he understood he smiled at me leaving all the previous incident awkwardness behind. My heart did dance on the realization he was actually responding to my silly yet cute gestures.

"First of all I would like to thank the New York Times for believing in me and awarding me with such a prestigious title "He started "I would like to dedicate this award to my deceased father who has worked hard to get me into such a position. If he wasn't there even I wouldn't have been here. Thank you dad!" He completed while looking up. I could feel that something was bothering him, the sadness in his voice told that. I had a strange urge to go and talk to him and shoo away all his unhappiness.

He slowly left the stage and headed to his place. I was about to go to him when my phone vibrated. I hit the call button but couldn't hear anyone's voice due to the noise in the hall. I walked out to catch the person's voice only to realize that it was some irritating advertisers. I walked back into the hall dejectedly; I involuntarily searched for him, who was nowhere to be seen. I soon became restless when I couldn't catch him in any corner of the hall. Where the hell did this guy go? He should know that people are looking for him, I thought while walking to the garden in the most irritated state. But all the irritation turned into concern when I saw him sitting all alone on one of the benches in the garden. He was holding his award with one his hands while the other rested on the bench carelessly. He was staring into nothingness with a gloomy look on his face.

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"People tell that by sharing your feelings you ease up your pain" I said while taking a seat beside him. He looked up at me and our eyes met. This time I didn't let myself drown in them instead gave him reassurance that am there, with him. He looked away.

"What are you doing here Ms. Farooqui?" he asked with the slightest hint of irritation.

"What if I ask you the same question?" I snapped at him while still smiling. He was amused by my behavior.

"Mr. Khan I seriously don't know what's bothering you Mr. Khan, But all I know is that whatever it is you are being troubled a lot. If not me share with anyone else Mr. Khan, trust me you will feel better" I sad placing my hand on his" He looked at me, straight into my eyes. And then at our clutched hands, I dint even dare to move mine neither did he. Still he was hesitating to speak.

"It's okay Mr. Khan, I can understand that am a stranger..."

"I miss my dad Ms. Farooqui" he stated bluntly. He was still looking into nothingness. I understood everything now. Although I didn't know the pain of losing someone but seeing the pain in his eyes made my heart cry. I was able to feel the pain he was experiencing. I pressed his hands, hoping to ease out the pain.

"I have seen him working day and night for earning money" he started." He forgot himself in becoming a successful person and for enrolling me into school. Still he never shied away from love and concern. But today when am successful and admired, he is not there. It just...pains you see"

The look in his eyes clenched my heart; he was fighting to hold his tears. I didn't know what force came upon me that minute, but it made me hug him with the gentlest force I can. I didn't care about the awkwardness I will have to face or his questioning glance, all I wanted was to see him happy.

At first I felt him get shocked with the sudden turn of events but he soon he embraced me. I tightened my hold on his neck, in order to make the best use of this opportunity. He was no less; he reciprocated by pressing me into him. After a good amount of time, I broke our embrace.

"Mr. Khan who said that your Abbu is not with you" I asked while looking into his eyes which were now less grief stricken. "He is always with you Mr. Khan, in your heart, with your happiness and as your blessing. And am sure he would be looking at you from somewhere in this big, with proud heart."He smiled at my words.

"It's again a different story that he will be surely taunting his arrogant son" I laughed. He chuckled at my statement.

"You seriously think am arrogant" he smirked. Tadaa... Back to his normal attitude with his heart fluttering smirks. This man was surely hard to understand.

I pouted and gave an expression as if it was the hardest question in the world."Um... Not totally" I winked. We ended up smiling .

"Coffee Mr. Khan?" I asked after a heart full laugh.

"Now?" he asked while looking at his cool watch.

"It's just 9:00 Mr. Khan. But it's okay if you're not interested" the words made me remember that no matter what he is still a big man.

"No no its fine" he said. "Let's go"

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We settled in a nearby coffee shop. It was cozy yet beautiful in its way. We took a table near the window. Have I ever told I just love it when ever I mention him and me as We'? Well I tell you now; The word "we" just gives so much warmth to my heart that I just never feel like losing it.

A Blondie waitress arrived to our table for the order. But she was doing everything perfectly except for her job. Her eyes were just stuck to the Man before me. Huh? How can she do that? Not only she Zoya anyone can gawk him due to his devilishly handsome looks, I answered myself.

"Ms Claire can you just take our order soon" I said while reading her name from her name plate. She understood the annoyance voice and quickly took the order. He ordered a black coffee while I ordered an overly sweet one. How different we were? Not even our tastes are common.

"Mr. Khan Can I ask you something" I asked while adjusting my sari. He nodded in encouragement.

"You seriously don't have anyone special in your life?" I asked with amusement in my voice. He giggled on the way I asked him.

"No!" he replied while smiling.

"But it's unbelievable you see" I said still thinking over the fact that he had got strong influence on woman. In the mean time our respective coffees came.

"And what makes you think that it's unbelievable" he asked while sipping his coffee.

"You are rich, handsome and quite a good person in nature, all these make you wanted for any girl. But looks like you have not yet got committed to one."

"I didn't get her'"

Oh is all I could say. What could I tell that have a look on me I might have few qualities you desire for? Before I could tell anything else, the Claire girl came. As she arrived she started her open gaping. If I had a chance I just could hit the senses out of her and remind that she is on duty.

"Sir would you like to get anything else?" She said in the sweetest voice a woman can ever make put.

"No thanks" He replied still busy sipping his coffee.

"Sir we have the best pastries in the town" She said while trying to grab his attention. I seriously want to take the hot coffee mug from his hand and empty it on her face.

"I would like to have a Brownie" I ordered in the most arrogant voice. Her face fell with my sudden involvement.

"Yes mam" She finally left that place. I took my hair and pulled it one side. He was sipping his coffee while staring out of the window. My thoughts drifted back to the evening when he said I was looking beautiful. My butterflies did fluttering dance as I remembered. Was he serious?

"Ms. Farooqui, Come and sit this side" He ordered suddenly. He was quite heated up. What happened? I was about to ask but felt not to annoy him more. He was staring above my head. I quietly took the place beside him. I was about to ask him but got interrupted again by the Blondie.

"Here you go mam" she said while placing a plate with a brownie. She was confused upon our close seating arrangement. But soon let it go and left us. I saw the beautiful Brownie in front of me and was about to eat it in the fugliest way possible but remembered that there was a man who had to get impressed by my conduct. I offered him, but he declined cordially.

I ate it within few seconds. I looked at him when he tapped on my shoulders. He pointed out at my lips I brushed that part with my hands but felt nothing. He carefully took the tissue paper and started cleaning the other corner of my mouth. The moment his hands touched my lips, with tissue as the only barrier my heart started beating so fast that am sure at that minute he must have heard it. I closed my eyes in order to stop my fast beating nervous heart. With his every move I had strange feelings arouse in me. My cheeks were no way helping me and were becoming red with the passing minute.

While he was cleaning by mistake a finger of his touched my plump lips and gasped at the contact. I felt a shock pass through my whole body. I dared not to open my eyes, because if I do I would surely drown in his orbs and I didn't want to.

After a minute or two he stopped the sweet torture and I immediately opened my eyes to find his staring out of the window. I composed myself before checking the time, which freaked me out. God it was already 10 p.m.

"Um... Mr. Khan I guess I have to leave now am getting late you see" I explained him while getting up from my seat. He showed no expression on his face, which I took as an approval. I turned to go when I felt a hand grab me. I turned around to find Asad holding my hand.

"Thank you Zoya" he said sincerely while locking our eyes. I showcased him my dimples, before turning away and leaving him behind. I didn't know why this time I didn't have that gloomy feeling of not meeting him again. Somewhere, in my heart I had a feeling that we were going to meet again.

I straightly walked into my car and started it. I was feeling so happy and content that I almost forgot my sleepiness. Now that I am alone and not with the charmer I felt my eyes give up. I drove along the road, but soon weariness clouded my eyes, making them shut. I opened them immediately when I heard a car running towards mine from the opposite direction. I quickly turned the steering wheel in order to avoid the accident but due to my ill fat I ended up hitting a nearby tree. I didn't know what took place after that, I was about to hit the steering wheel before the air bag stopping me and then everything went into pitch darkness.

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I know that i didnt write clearly about a scene,thats because it will be explained in the next part.

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