An Offer you Just cant refuse : Asya FF* 27th june 15*chaper 2* - Page 3

Hypocrisy of Life makes laugh and cry

The night had fallen and zoya sat by her window working on her laptop. But it was impossible to work with such chaotic mind. Her thoughts wandered upon mr. kell and his words. He seemed too much keen to make her work on the movie and she certainly smelled something odd. The director had mentioned things that were not-so-very-public and oh she so didn't miss the sarcasm that dripped when he asked about her mother . There was more than the film that the man wanted from her. Obviously. Zoya had no other alternative than to go and ask kell himself. And ,the irony of life was striking hard. Of all the actors that hollwood employed, Kell had to cast asad oppsite her. A mere co-incidence? The pieces were not fitting in. It all looked planned and scripted. The sudden turn that her life took ,was no less than a movie.

But going to the star studios meant seeing Asad with skin and flesh after ten long years. Was she ready for it? Would she ever be ready for meeting Asad after what she did.? What would she even say?

The sound of doorbell broke the chain of her thoughts; she walked up to the drawing room and opened the door. Seeing the needles of the clock, She didn't need to ask who it was.

Ayaan Barged into the house pushing her aside. "Am I seeing the upcoming star?" He said mockingly. "And by the way, thank you for letting us know about your hollywood plans. That was really kind" Zoya rolled her eyes seeing her friend's antiques. Was he surely tweny-five?

"you can quit with your sarcasm Ayaan. I have no plans for Hollywood and you know this. I don't know what exactly is happening. You don't see directors in your office offering you films with the current heartthrob everyday." "Current heartthrob? Asa." Ayaan stopped mid-way. Asad Ahmed khan was a sensitive topic in the house. "Its your choice Zoe." He sighed.

"I wouldn't even have given a second thought before rejecting the offer Ayaan. But, he knows quite a bit about me. My past."

"What do you mean?" His eyes narrowed as the talks took a different direction. Apparently, nobody knew much about her personal life except him and haidar.

"This is the reason I can't avoid meeting Kell. But, Ayaan, Asad. I cant just appear out of the blue and pretend as if nothing happened. I don't have the courage to face him." Zoya shivered as she saw her most feared fear approaching close. Everyday over past ten years she ached to see him in person, but could never gather the courage. The guilt that she wore, wouldn't let her. And today when she was finding no other way of avoiding the obvious, her heart quivered.

"You don't have to face him baby. Just go and talk to the man concerned. Clear your issues and come back. You don't have to act if you don't want to. And seeing the brighter side of this, atleast you'll go somewhere other than your work place."

Beeep-Beep' Her phone flashed a text message.

"Its him again."

"Miss farooqui. I apologise for the change in the schedule. As per the custom, the producer of your debut movie mr. marshell is throwing a welcome party for the entire cast and crew and the shooting schedule will be informed later. You are there by co-cordially invited.

7:00 pm Marshell mansions.

Kell.

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" I don't even know why am I being dressed this nicely when its just the talking that I'll do there" Zoya said coming out in a short length Persian blue dress with her hair done perfectly. "Ayaan. Why did you have to choose this over all other cloths that I had. Don't you think M over dressed for the occasion." She was indeed irritated.

"Finally Some colours. I was so tired of your dull wardrobe zoe. Do you even remember the last time you dressed up properly. And come on now. You are never over dressed for a Star party." He winked. Convincing Zoya for the party was hard. Over the years she had constricted herself within a circle. But Ayaan wanted her to go out . socialise and make new friends. This was not how she was supposed to be living. All gloomy.

"M I presentable?" She turned herself to the mirror " You look beautiful zoya. M so glad that you are going out and having fun a bit." He added.

"I don't categorise it as fun. Its not my thing."

". For heaven's sake relax yourself. You'll have fun don't worry. Imagine you'll be dancing with some hot Actor and be friends with some sexy ladies whom you'll introduce me to later on" He joked around. Trying to prove her that party wasn't a bad idea. But it would be a lie to say that Ayaan himself was not worried about Khan and zoya's most probable meet. But someday or the other this was bound to happen, and zoya needed to be prepared for it. It was though a relief of a moment that it didn't strike her yet about asad's presence in the party as well. After all, he was the lead man.

"And now please, if you could get that scrunch off your face.. You are spoiling your look. And, if it makes you feel any better, if you're really hating it, I'll call you around 9, and all you have to say is: Oh my god! My best friend has just found a treasure chest.!"

Zoya laughed at his comment. He really knew how to cheer her up.

"Happy?" Zoya gave a little smile, and nodded. They both headed outside, and drove off to Marshell's home. You don't have to work hard to find house of a celebrity. Zoya stared out the window, until her eyes wandered on her asad's picture on huge wall; it was the poster of some advertisement. Did she even have the right to call him HER Asad? She sighed.

"We're here Zoya" She heard Ayaan say. She carefully got down the car , handling her dress. "Are you sure Ayaan, I look good?"

She asked giving herself a last touch up. A celebrity party was indeed a task to manage. "zoya. Chill ok.. You look Perfect. Just perfect and now I see the reason why kell wanted you to be his next." He winked. "Ok I get it. Wrong question. By the way. Please be on your call. I may need you sooner than you expect.!" She chuckled. She revised her plan. She would go. Talk to this over enthusiastic meddling man and get over the party thing. This was the best she could thought. Cutting your time would lead to least possibility of meeting anybody. Specially certain someone. And would call Ayaan to pick her up.

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The house was grand. Of-course . You don't expect a flat like hers for a millionaire producer now. Do you? She clutched her handbag and plastered a smile. A fake smile that she had mastered over time.

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"Miss farooqui?" She turned hearing her name. " We are so pleased to have you here." By the look of it, he seemed mr. marshell. He gave her a quick hug "you look gorgeous"

"Its nice to see you too sir" Zoya smiled.

"Come on, let me introduce you to the rest of the guests. The crew still needs to know Kell's new found beauty. I must say He knows his job well. . You're the surprise guest of honour." He pushed open the door, and drew her into a huge shimmering hall full of people.

"There's my co-producer.." He added as they walked towards a woman, standing with her back to them She was tall, and for some apparent reasons looked awfully familiar to zoya. She was wearing a black saree and her hair was left open. Saree in NY was not something very common.

"Mrs. Khan?" Marshell called her and Dilshaad Ahmed Khan turned. Zoya stood rooted to her spot as she saw her past standing a feet away. Take the money and leave my son' her voice reverberated her ears. She was seventeen once again.

Dilshad khan's shoulders stiffened as she saw her guest. "What are you doing here.?" Her tone resembled the calmness of sea before a storm. "Oh. Kell didn't even tell you? She's a part of the film" marshell answered on her behalf.

Dilshaad gave her the coldest smile. "In that case. Welcome to the team." "Thank you" Zoya answered, barely able to pronounce the words properly. She knew this party was a bad idea, not only bad, it was a terrible idea. She wanted to get out of there, this instant but her feet seemed grounded to the floor. Plus, she also needed some answers. She had had to stay. "So, have your time here. M sure this is your first time to such a party" She didn't miss the sarcasm dilshaad's voice held. She was not the lady to change. Zoya looked at her retreating back.

"I really don't get this khan family sometimes." Marshell quoted.

"Hey guys. Do I too get to see my co-star?" Zoya didn't turn around. She didn't need too. She knew who it was.