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Hello my beautiful readers here is next part .since its long part so I decided to break in two..
Part 3-a
While Zoya was busy in thought of her conversation with her Mom.. her affectionate glance slid to where Aisha was sleeping-they really were delicious when they were asleep and Zara was sitting cross egged on the rug crayoning and Saif was..?
Where was Saif??
When had she last seen Saif , or heard his voice..?
Suddenly she stand up and ran to her bedroom that was empty so was her bathroom...
Do you know where Saif is,Zara?
Yes, replied Zara
Zoya fought hard not to scream with frustration. She was abut one heartbeat away from total panc. Where is he, Zara?
He's gone to see the nice man with computer game.
Zoya dropped to her knees beside the child. He's gone to see Ayan she repeated with a note of hope in her voice.
Zara nodded, her attention on the picture she was drawing.' We like Ayan uncle, he's nice.
Come on, Zara, she said turning to the little girl. We'll go and get Saif for his lunch .And then take drowsy Aisha and lifted to her arms.
She was halfway to the door, when there was a loud, imperative knock on the door.
Zoya ran across the room and flung the door wide.
Zoya phoopi..
Saif! To her relief her nephew looked fine..
Thank you , Allah and thank you Ayan! The closer her gaze got to face of the man upon whose strong shlouders her nephew was perched ,the more strained her beaming of smile of gratitude become.
They had to travel a long way to get there, which may have accounted for thr falling-off-a-tall-building suicide dive her stomach went int. At conservative estimate he was six one, with a hard,atheletically lean body under superbly cut suit he wore.the jacket hung open to reveal a washboard-flat belly and lean and snaky hips.
When she had finally worked her way up to his face her exploration stalled and her smile vanished as her gaze locked onto a pair of spectacular midnight eyes.
Of course she knew who he was-only someone who had spent the lastfew years in coma or a convent would not have instantly recognised those dark, classically proportioned feature.six one, with a hard,atheletically lean body under superbly cut suit he wore.the jacket hung open to reveal a washboard-flat belly and lean and snaky hips.
When she had finally worked her way up to his face her exploration stalled and her smile vanished as her gaze locked onto a pair of spectacular midnight eyes.
Of course she knew who he was-only someone who had spent the lastfew years in coma or a convent would not have instantly recognised those dark, classically proportioned feature.
She couldn't think of one reason, but there was a probabily a perfectly simple one, to explain why her nephew was sitting on the shoulders of The World's Most Notorious playboy.one tabloid had stuck him with the title a couple of year's back when it had run the personal story, of a supermodel girlfriend he had dumped.
Suddenly her protective instinct came on full alert.
You're not Ayan! She heard herself exclaim accusingly.
Ayan, with his bold eyes and warm smile was handsome, until she'd met this man and meeting with this man had Zoya rapidly redefining her definitions of predatory and dangerous..
He's Asad uncle! Saif announced importantly.
He's devastating! Please let me not have said that out loud.
Are you all right, saif ? You're not hurt or any thing ?
If she could have reached she would have yanked him down from those broad shoulders , but Aisha was still nested in her arms.
The man turned his head slightly, giving Zoya a view of his perfect profile, and said something to the child that made the little boy laugh and ruffle the man's sleek hair with chubby fingers.
Zoya , who was trying hard to act as if she were totally cool about discovering a billionaire playboy on her doorstep that she was basically dum, envied the child his naturalness.
He turned his head suddenly toward her and Zoya froze..
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