Asya_Kabhi ss'Mr and Mrs Khan' UPDATE PG 77 BUDDY ME FOR PM - Page 17

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chapter 5

But after 6 or 7 years the fire within them seemed to have lost its spark...

Zoya twirls her knife, watching as Asad pulls up the driveway and parks his car. She had an errand to run tonight, and as much as she knows lying to her husband is the only way to protect him, she really wishes she didn't have to do it so often.

"Good timing," Zoya says when Asad walks in the front door. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes."

Asad mumbles something about needing a drink and heads to the liquor cabinet.

"I got called into work tonight. Some model apparently gained five pounds and the entire line that's supposed to be modeled tomorrow could be at risk if I can't get everything to fit her," says Zoya as she sets the table.

Asad sits down with a rum and coke and looks up at Zoya. "So you'll be out all night then?"

"Oh, probably. Don't wait up for me," Zoya answers.

They eat dinner in silence, the only sounds are the scraping of forks and the clink of their knives cutting through the chicken.

Asad's phone rings towards the end of dinner and he excuses himself from the table. Zoya busies herself with cleaning up the plates and loading the dishwasher, humming to herself as she waits for Asad to return.

"That was the theater," Asad says, reaching for his coat. "There's been a break in, they need me to come down."

"Was anyone hurt?" Zoya asks, closing the dishwasher with her foot.

Asad shakes his head as he does up his coat. "No, but I am the owner so I have to go in. Looks like we'll both be out late."

"Call me when you're on your way," Zoya passes Asad his gloves as he walks by. "I'll either be here or stuck at work until tomorrow afternoon. I might sleep on the couch in my office to catch a few hours. Easier than coming home."

"Okay, see you tomorrow night," Asad says, opening the front door. "I hope your model doesn't mind not breathing."

Zoya laughs softly, waving her hand to excuse Asad. "Let me know what the damage is."

"I will. Have a good night, Zoya," Asad closes the door behind him, and Zoya waits for the start of the engine and the flash of headlights in the window to make her move.

Zoya walks quickly to her bedroom and throws open the closet door, reaching up into one of the boxes and pulling a little. There are two tiny beeps before the closet door flips over to reveal a line of corsets and various 'dangerous' equipments.

She reaches for the black and purple corset, sliding it over her head and zipping it up in the back, pulls on tight, black leather pants and adjusts herself before grabbing the small black bag in the corner and throwing a trench coat over her outfit.

Zoya calls a cab, not wanting to take her own car and risk being recognized by one of her neighbors. She hops in the car and gives the driver the address. He applies her face make-up in the backseat, simple blue eyeliner and cover-up.

The cab pulls up to the curb and Zoya steps out, black leather just above her knee where the trench coat stops. She pays the cab driver extra and asks him to wait, saying she'll only be about ten minutes and will need a ride to work when she's done.

There's an ape of a man waiting outside when she gets to the door, and all he has to do is raise an eyebrow before the door opens and she's let inside. Zoya clears her throat and the man standing at the opposite side of the room drops to his knees immediately. She unzips her bag and pulls out a tiny black object, pushing a button and making a whip pop out of the end.

"I've heard you've been a bad boy," Zoya says. "I think it's time that you be punished."

Zoya walks towards the man, boots thumping on the floor as she gets closer and closer. "Close your eyes."

She pulls a black handkerchief from her pocket, wrapping it around the mans head and tying it at the back. She cracks the whip once, making the man jump.

"You've been a bad, bad boy," Zoya purrs, draping the whip over the man's shoulder. She curls her hand around the mans shoulders and up his neck, thumbs pressing gently before she snaps his neck, "and so you have been punished" she murmured in his ears. She threw the man on the floor and heads over to the door, opens it, closing it quickly behind her.

Zoya smiles at the security guard and shrugs. "He's going to need a little while. He wanted a little bit more than the usual tonight."

The guards eyes widen. Zoya climbs back into the taxi and gives the driver the address to her work. As the driver pulls away and looks over his shoulder to see men start piling out of the building with guns. Zoya turns back to look out the window, slipping on her black leather gloves with a small smile on her face. "bad people are everywhere..."she shrugged to the driver