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Posted: 10 years ago

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chapter 1

I have survived Day Three Post-Asad, and my first day at work. It has been a welcome distraction. The time has flown by in a haze of new faces, work to do, and Mr. Sharad Sood.

Mr. Sharad Sood . . . he smiles down at me, his blue eyes twinkling, as he leans against my desk."Excellent work, Zoe. I think we're going to make a great team." Somehow, I curl my lips upward in a semblance of a smile.

"I'll be off, if that's okay with you," I murmur.

"Of course, it's five thirty. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Sharad."

"Goodnight, Zoe."

Collecting my bag, I shrug and head for the door. Out in the early evening air of Seattle, I take a deep breath. It doesn't begin to fill the void in my chest, a void that's been present since Saturday morning, a painful hollow reminder of my loss. I walk toward the bus stop with my head down, staring at my feet and contemplating being without my beloved Wanda, my old Beetle . . . or the Audi.

I shut the door on that thought immediately. No. Don't think about him. Of course, I can afford a car"a nice, new car. I suspect he has been overgenerous in his payment, and the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, but I dismiss it and try to keep my mind as numb and as blank as possible. I can't think about him. I don't want to start crying again"

not out on the street.

The apartment is empty. I miss Humi, and I imagine her lying on a beach in Barbados sipping a cool cocktail. I turn on the flat-screen television so there's noise to fill the vacuum and provide some semblance of company, but I don't listen or watch. I sit and stare blankly at the brick wall. I am numb. I feel nothing but the pain. How long must I endure this?

The door buzzer startles me from my anguish, and my heart skips a beat. Who could that be? I press the intercom.

"Delivery for Ms. Farooqui." A bored, disembodied voice answers, and disappointment crashes through me. I listlessly make my way downstairs and find a young man noisily chewing gum, holding a large cardboard box, and leaning against the front door. I sign for the package and take it upstairs. The box is huge and surprisingly light. Inside are two dozen long-stemmed, white roses and a card.

Congratulations on your first day at work.

I hope it went well.

And thank you for the glider. That was very thoughtful.

It has pride of place on my desk.

Asad

I stare at the typed card, the hollow in my chest expanding. No doubt, his assistant sent this. Asad probably had very little to do with it. It's too painful to think about. I examine the roses"they are beautiful, and I can't bring myself to throw them in the trash.

Dutifully, I make my way into the kitchen to hunt down a vase.

And so a pattern develops: wake, work, cry, sleep. Well, try to sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright all haunt me. And the music . . . so much music"I cannot bear to hear any music. I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.

I have spoken to no one, not even my mother or Ray. I don't have the capacity for idle talk now. No, I want none of it. I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak. Yes, that's me. I can interact impersonally at work, but that's it. If I talk to Mom, I know I will break even further"and I have nothing left to break.

I am finding it difficult to eat. By Wednesday lunchtime, have a cup of yogurt, and it's the first thing I've eaten since Friday. I am surviving on a newfound tolerance for lattes and Diet Coke. It's the caffeine that keeps me going, but it's making me anxious.

Sharad has started to hover over me, irritating me, asking me personal questions. What does he want? I'm polite, but I need to keep him at arm's length.

I sit and begin trawling through a pile of correspondence addressed to him, and I'm pleased with the distraction of menial work. My e-mail pings, and I quickly check to see who it's from.

Holy shit. An e-mail from Asad. Oh no, not here . . . not at work.

From: Asad Ahmed Khan

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2011 14:05

To: Zoya Farooqui

Dear Zoya

Forgive this intrusion at work. I hope that it's going well. Did you get my flowers?

I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend's show, and I'm sure you've not had time to purchase a car, and it's a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you"should you wish.

Let me know.

Asad Ahmed Khan

CEO, Khan Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Tears swim in my eyes. I hastily leave my desk and bolt to the restroom to escape into one of the stalls. Shayan's show. Crap. I'd forgotten all about it, and I promised him I'd go. Shit, Asad is right; how am I going to get there?

I clutch my forehead. Why hasn't Shayan phoned? Come to think of it"why hasn't anyone phoned? I've been so absentminded, I haven't noticed that my cell phone has been silent.

Shit! I am such an idiot! I still have it on divert to the Blackberry. Holy hell. Asad's been getting my calls"unless he's just thrown the Blackberry away. How did he get my e-mail address?

He knows my shoe size, an e-mail address is hardly going to present him with many problems.

Can I see him again? Could I bear it? Do I want to see him? I close my eyes and tilt my head back as grief and longing lance through me. Of course I do.

Perhaps, perhaps I can tell him I've changed my mind . . . No, no, no. I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me.

Torturous memories flash through my mind"the gliding, holding hands, kissing, the bathtub, his gentleness, his humor, and his dark, brooding, sexy stare. I miss him. It's been five days, five days of agony that has felt like an eternity.

I wrap my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly, holding myself together. I miss him. I really miss him . . . I love him. Simple.

I cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I hadn't walked out, wishing that he could be different, wishing that we were together. How long will this hideous overwhelming feeling last? I am in purgatory.

Zoya Farooqui, you are at work! I must be strong, but I want to go to Shayan's show, and deep down, the masochist in me wants to see Asad. Taking a deep breath, I head back to my desk.

From: Zoya Farooqui

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2011 14:25

To: Asad Ahmed Khan

Hi Asad

Thank you for the flowers; they are lovely. Yes, I would appreciate a lift.

Thank you. Zoya Farooqui
Assistant to Sharad Sood, Commissioning Editor, SIP

Checking my phone, I find that it is still switched to divert. Sharad is in a meeting, so I quickly call Shayan. "Hi, Shayan. It's Zoe."

"Hello, stranger." His tone is so warm and welcoming it's almost enough to push me over the edge again. "I can't talk long. What time should I be there tomorrow for your show?"

"You're still coming?" He sounds excited.

"Yes, of course." I smile my first genuine smile in five days as I picture his broad grin. "Seven thirty."

"See you then. Good-bye, Shayan." "Bye, Zoe."

From: Asad Ahmed Khan

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2011 14:27

To: Zoya Farooqui

Dear Zoya

What time shall I collect you?

Asad Ahmed Khan

CEO, Khan Enterprises Holdings Inc.

From: Zoya Farooqui

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2011 14:32

To: Asad Ahmed Khan

Shayan's show starts at 7:30. What time would you suggest?

Zoya Farooqui

Assistant to Sharad Sood, Commissioning Editor, SIP

From: Asad Ahmed Khan

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2011 14:34

To: Zoya Farooqui

Dear Zoya

Portland is some distance away. I shall collect you at 5:45.

I look forward to seeing you.

Asad Ahmed Khan

CEO, Khan Enterprises Holdings Inc.

From: Zoya Farooqui

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2011 14:38

To: Asad Ahmed Khan

See you then.

Zoya Farooqui

Assistant to Sharad Sood, Commissioning Editor, SIP

Oh my. I'm going to see Asad, and for the first time in five days, my spirits lift a fraction and I allow myself to wonder how he's been.

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sanarujub

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Posted: 10 years ago

#63

well here's to all my impatient readers...
now do comment
enjoy till next update
huggies sana

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muskaan17rocks

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Posted: 10 years ago

#64

Amazing update

Loved their email conversation

Looking forward to the next part and also their meet

Please continue soon 😊

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Afrin

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Posted: 10 years ago

#65

Amazing <3

Waiting for next update

update soon ^_^

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Shaila Banu

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Posted: 10 years ago

#66

Hey sana awesome update👍🏼
But what happen to them😕 continue soon😊

Edited by shailu123 - 10 years ago

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-PizzyLuvAsya-

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Posted: 10 years ago

#67

Awesome update !
Why Zoya is so much confused ?

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Gourav

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Posted: 10 years ago

#68

Awesome & Interesting Update...👏

Just Love It...😊

Every Scene Was Mind-Blowing...👍🏼

Every Scene Was Portrait Beautifully...⭐️

Update Next Part Soon...😃