Requested ASYA (KaBhi) OS: It's for Mrs Khan

Here is a OS requested by the beautiful Faria which was on hold for over a year. Hope you enjoy it lovely and tick it off the list with a smile. Idk why I make everything into a long ass story though, it's never ending! Sorry for the abrupt ending! Much loves <3 (P.S. I think I've forgotten how to write. Excuse le mistakes. Tired as heck!)

Asya (KaBhi) OS: It's for Mrs Khan...

"Mr Khan, your coffee" Zoya knocked on his door and entered without waiting for his reply. She was the only person given permission to do that. She observed him engrossed on his laptop; everything seemed so serious she didn't want to disturb him. She placed the steaming cup of coffee on the table very carefully; the little tap brought him out of his deep thoughts. He moved his eyes from the screen to a nervous Zoya biting her lips. She breathed out while straightening up, he nodded at her.

"Thank you Miss Farooqui" Asad tried not to smile.

"You're very welcome" Zoya tried to force a smile but she was absolutely knackered. She couldn't even pretend she was feeling happy. "Anything else sir?"

"Yes" He replied. He watched her tired eyes flicker, "How about you leave everything and grab yourself a cup of coffee, you really need it more than me" He told her. No he wasn't being nice; he just likes to take care of his employees... employee.

"I'm doing great sir!" She spoke half enthusiastically turning on her heels and walking out. Asad stared at her retreating back feeling bad for making her go through stacks of folders last minute. Being his secretary did not mean that he could bombard her with workloads that are not meant for her, it didn't mean that he has to drag her to every meeting that she doesn't need to attend for his own confidence and it certainly did not mean that she was the only woman in this office he was nice to and couldn't manage his business without. But she was.

His eyes grew small watching some of his employees come towards her with folders in their hands, his open door made it easier for him to scare them away. Asad cleared Zoya's path from the water tank to her room which was right next to his. He went back to his laptop but he couldn't concentrate seeing her state. She had been working every single day this week without a day off because of him, because of his stupid meetings that don't seem to go well without her. He had brought her into the office Sunday morning to help him finish off a project and she too willingly came on his one call. He was to blame for her state. He jerked out of his seat; he will give her the day off. How do you plan on doing that Asad his mind asked him. What about your other employees?

"Miss Farooqui has work pending" Asad told himself as the little attachment from the deepest corner of his heart became dominant momentarily to stop her from going out of his sight. He sat back down on his chair pressing his forehead; he looked to his side to find her leaning against her chair with her eyes closed. She really needs the day off Asad. "What about this meeting?" His fingers played tap dance over the folders on his desk. He tilted his head back trying to get another glimpse of her behind the badly closed blinds, he watched as the gush of air blew in through her open window making the papers on her desk disperse everywhere. Her hair moved over her face making him squirm irritatingly. Asad got up from his seat grabbing a folder from his desk and exited his room. His eyes ran over the nosy office that moved all eyes on him, he glared at them to get back to work playing with the folder in his hands before entering her room. He didn't knock as she would've shot out of her seat in panic. He walked over towards her, admiring her slowly, secretly and shyly. He placed the folder on her desk before leaning against it, his eyes refusing to move off her face. She was breathtakingly beautiful even on her worst days. His eyes went over her slender neck before falling on her lips. Asad tried to stop his thoughts from wandering off, he didn't know why or how but he found his hand reaching towards her to remove the strands of hair from over her face. His hand felt electrocuted as the tips of his finger touched her skin, Zoya's eyes opened wide instantly. Asad shook himself out of his trance and crossed his arms pretending to be angry.

"Sleeping on the job are we Miss Farooqui?" He smirked. Zoya tried to focus on his face.

"Sorry, I didn't realise when I closed my eyes." She yawned in a dazed state. In other circumstances, Asad would have told her off and Zoya would've speeded from one side of her room to another to show him that she was busy. But today, she just stared at him waiting for him to give her the next load of folders. You can do this girl. Her heart motivated her whilst her brain switched off completely. "Can I, I mean is it possible for me to take the day off?" Zoya asked hopefully knowing there was no way she would make it through the day.

"Of course" Asad replied concerned, "NO" He spoke in the next instant. Zoya frowned. Asad stared at her helplessly. No way was he letting her catch the taxi in this tired state.

"Sir, please?" Zoya asked desperately, she would never plead for a day off. She enjoyed working for him no matter how tough it gets or how many times she got scolded. She felt satisfied knowing that, she being his secretary was the most important person in his life, professionally of course. She kept his busy timetables sane; saving him from last minute deals he would not be aware of and taken care of his every need. Sometimes those all-important suit selecting. Though he'll never admit it, he needed her, and only she knew that. She would never take advantage; she was serious about this job. Though those early morning Sunday runs were draining her but she has never complained. This was the first time she was begging for a half day, Asad being Asad didn't know how to give it to her. He wasn't used to this.

"I have a meeting in an hour, why don't you come with me, I'll ask the driver to drop you off and we can discuss those project details for Pune along the way." Asad covered his concern for her with his best excuse. He cared for his employees.

"Do I have to come?" Zoya sulked staring at him with wide eyes to keep herself awake. She has never missed a single meeting that he had attended, it was a ritual for them to enter the meeting together and walk out with smiles on their faces. But right now, the thought of attending another meeting was killing Zoya and it was frustrating Asad that he had to go without her.

"What do you mean?" Asad sounded offended.

"No I mean... that I know..." Zoya blinked at him trying to keep her feet steady, "To Pune" She whispered.

"We're not discussing this, you're coming and it's final" Asad crossed his arms like a child suddenly feeling disturbed at her lack of enthusiasm for his biggest deal in Pune and that too being handled by her. He wasn't going to attend this meeting alone. "Ahem, I mean come on Miss Farooqui, you've worked really hard on this project and I... need you" He looked into her eyes trying not to sound desperate; her calm eyes relaxed his insides. He knew she understood.

"I er, yeah" She nodded. Asad turned around smiling victoriously. Zoya looked at his reflection against the glass wall and shook her head. What would've happened if he smiled in front of me? Stubborn man.

"I'll be waiting in the car" Asad turned around to look at her still self.

"Huh?" Zoya snapped out of her thoughts.

"Sometime today?" Asad tapped his watch, Zoya nodded grabbing her bag and rushing towards him.

"You said waiting' SIR" Zoya whispered with a smirk walking past him.

"I said no such thing" Asad mumbled behind her. "I don't wait for anyone"

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"How was the meeting sir?" Zoya asked holding her phone against her shoulder as she struggled to stir the cake mixture.

"Your naps will ruin my business Miss Farooqui" Asad taunted sipping his bitter coffee.

"That bad eh sir?" Zoya tried to contain her laughter. She was very fond of his stubborn childlike behaviour.

"Laugh as loud as you want, get ready to sign a new contract soon!" Asad smirked.

"Hawww!! What contract?" Zoya paused with her mouth open.

"A contract that binds you to attend every meeting with me" Asad spoke to her thoughtfully. "I thank myself for this genius idea" He leaned back against the sofa.

"I think you're kind of insulting my years of service sir. You want my resignation letter?" Zoya spoke in her most serious tone. Asad spat out his coffee.

"You cannot do this to me. You promised!" Asad's heart sunk.

"Sir, get some sleep. I think you have become immune to jokes. FYI... which means for your information, I do understand your jokes. Try some new ones maybe? And before your horns come out, have a goodnight... congrats for the contract!" Zoya laughed hanging up the phone. Asad stared at his phone and smiled.

Zoya placed her cake in the oven and strolled towards the sofa to watch some TV. She was wide awake after her well-deserved nap but now she was regretting it because she wouldn't be able to sleep all night. She knew Asad would probably torture her tomorrow for abandoning him for his meeting. She broke their ritual despite knowing how much he relies on her for all their meetings. She got up onto her feet and moved towards her bedroom to pack her suitcase for their meeting in Pune.

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"Goodmorninggg beautiful people!" Ayaan walked into the office with a huge, annoying smile plastered on his face. Asad eyed his brother and his enthusiasm this morning but wondered why he hasn't shown the same to his work. Zoya strolled into the office pulling her suitcase behind her yawning and wanting to cry about the morning coming too soon. She ignored the two brothers and marched past them towards her office not wanting to get that urge to punch Ayaan in the face for his stupid jokes this early in the morning.
"Oh hello there party animal!" Ayaan shouted behind her, "I'm guessing you partied hard last night hence all the yawning today" Ayaan smirked, Zoya froze and turned on her heels with the most pissed off look on her face. Asad hit the back of his head hearing his comment. He glared at the workers to get back to work. He shook his head seeing her tread towards Ayaan about to rip him to shreds. He stepped back and watched it unfold in front of him.

"YOU!" Zoya poked his chest, "Shut.up unless you want your head-" She took her hands towards his neck,

"Miss Farooqui, go get your coffee and me one too. Thanks bye" Asad diverted her from killing his brother. Zoya gave him a baffled look before walking off. "You know she has never been a morning person" Asad yanked his brother towards his room. Zoya shut the door behind her and breathed out.

"She's feisty!" Ayaan grinned.

"Don't make me kill you Ayaan!" Asad warned him.

"You got this girl!" Zoya smiled to herself to try and lighten her mood. Her head was hurting as she was wide awake all night regretting napping in the evening. Zoya turned around hearing a knock on the door and opened it to find Asad standing there with two mugs of coffee. Her lips curved into an instant smile. It's the little things that he does as a boss for her. Asad's face mirrored the same watching the glow come back on her face.

"Good morning Miss Farooqui" Asad greeted her walking inside her office and tapping the door close with the back of his foot. He placed the cups on the table before turning around leaning against it, crossing his arms with an "I knew it" and "I told you so" look on his face.

"Good morning sir" Zoya picked her coffee up and drank from it with a loud sigh. She sat on her chair and looked up at Asad. He turned around to face her.

"Normal?"

"Normal" She smiled at him. "Thank you sir."

"Back to work. You packed?" He asked. She nodded a reply. "Paperwork?"

"There are few things that I need to scan off with your signatures before we leave." Zoya replied.

"I'll ask someone to put the suitcase in the car. I'll need you to pop into my office in 10 minutes." Asad walked off with the suitcase feeling satisfied that he managed to turn her mood around. "Ayaan, wait... Do me a favour?"

"What up big bro?" Ayaan grinned.

"Put the suitcase in the car please?"

"Sure thing bro!" Ayaan saluted him, "Anything for hot--- I mean future sister in law" Ayaan ran with the suitcase.

"Ayaaan!" Asad barked at him. He fixed his tie looking around the office feeling embarrassed by his brother's comment.

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Asad held the door open for Zoya to sit inside while he stared at her fussing with her handbag. He coughed to bring her attention towards the open door. She looked up and mouthed a thank you before entering the car. He closed the door shut and walked around to sit inside the car.

"Are you ready?" Asad asked her, he needed her confirmation so that he himself could feel ready.

"Yes sir" She smiled back at him. Asad sat up properly before driving off. Zoya's eyes moved towards his face. She admired him momentarily, how much she has grown fond of him over the years. Being his PA, she was the only one that got to see this softer side of him. No doubt she meets the rougher side every single day but these small moments, where he speaks to her in a soft tone, asking about her, caring for her touched her little heart. Yes, she admired him wholeheartedly. Any other feelings have been suppressed inside her heart, a place where it could never be opened. She was scared of this attachment to him, both professionally and personally which will come to an end one day and she would be alone again. She doesn't know a life beyond Asad Ahmed Khan, he has become the only close thing to a family she has. Yes he is her boss, but he treated his employees like his family. And she was part of this family. His family. Anything else is not possible for her. She knew her limits, so she stopped wishing for anything beyond that limit, she stopped wanting anything beyond her admiration of him.

"What's wrong Miss Farooqui? You're awfully silent today" Asad met her eyes for a moment and managed to get a glimpse beyond the barriers she has put up for herself.

"Thank you for everything sir. I really appreciate it" Zoya spoke with thankfulness.

"Don't tell me this is your speech before you hand me your resignation letter? Let me tell you, I do not accept it!" Asad shook his head. Zoya laughed.

"I will miss your bad jokes sir."

"Can we not talk about this please?" Asad told her.

"I'm not leaving you" Zoya assured him with a smile, "I'm thanking you for everything else, thank you for your support!"

"Thank you to you for keeping my timetable sane, for making my coffee bitter, for attending every meeting with me and for..." Asad thanked her back, "What?" He asked sarcastically seeing her face, "I thought we were thanking each other for everything that we do for each other... no?" Asad laughed. Zoya watched him behave so openly.

"Oh kaayyy" Zoya gave up as she looked out of the window, feeling slightly awkward.

"Ammi asked for you" Asad mentioned suddenly, Zoya looked at him to continue. "She misses you." Zoya's heart melted as Dilshad's concern for her always touched her heart. She was very fond of her. But she maintained her distance from her. Purely for the reason she didn't want to become attached to her. She doesn't have any family, she didn't want to find a mother and then lose her. It's better to crave for something and not have it than to have something only to lose it. No matter how secure Asad made her feel, this professional tie will come to end one day. Nothing lasts forever.

"I miss her too. I miss her warmth" Zoya said with sad smile.

"I know I'm your boss Miss Farooqui, and I know I am an ass most of the time. I cannot believe I just admitted that" Asad glanced at her horrified, "But... Ammi has grown very fond of you over the years. She adores you to bits. She sees glimpses of you during your hectic schedules but she always talks about wanting to spend some time with you. Without you running around trying to get my work done. I never mentioned this before. She will never force you, but can you come meet her once? Please? For me?" Asad did not look at her as the last line came out as a whisper. Zoya breathed in, for me still ringing in her ears.

"I'll visit her once we get back from Pune" Zoya smiled at him. Asad added another promise of hers to his list. "She's like a mother to me. She doesn't need to hesitate to ask me anything. I have known her as long as I have known you sir. She's like family to me" Zoya focused on the road ahead. She wiped away a lone tear escaping her eyes.

"If you ever need me for anything Miss Farooqui, I'm always a call away no matter how grumpy I am" Asad told her feeling the need to mention that all of a sudden. He knew how much the word "family" meant to Zoya.

"You're on dialler one, always sir" Zoya laughed. Asad shook his head. "You're acting a little too nice" She told him. She showed with her fingers, "Just a little too nice"

"You wouldn't have stuck with me for so long if I wasn't nice Miss Farooqui." Asad joked before halting the car to stop. "Shit, it's raining."

"Sir, it's only rain. Just drive a little slower. Why did you stop?"

"I think we have a punctured a tyre" Asad looked at her annoyed. "I think there's a spare tyre in the back"

"Come on, I'll help you" Zoya spoke unsure seeing the rain pour down, she looked at him resting his head back.

"The rain doesn't look too nice though" He glanced at her.

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"Good evening Mr Khan and ma'am" The hotel manager rushed towards a wet Asad and Zoya and nodded at them to greet them. He shook hands with Asad.

"Hi, I know we don't look great." Zoya replied seeing the manager's face. "We have two rooms booked under Mr Khan and Miss Farooqui for the next three days" Zoya rummaged through her bag and handed the envelope over. The manager walked behind the reception and went through the booking details on the computer.

"Quick as you can Faruk, I need to change my clothes" Asad felt uncomfortable in his wet clothes. His eyes went over the people in the lobby. He removed his jacket and placed it over Zoya.

"We only have one suite booked under Mr Khan's name" The manager replied.

"WHAT?" Zoya snapped, she looked at Asad with wide eyes before grabbing the papers off the manager and looking at them. She did not look at the reservation details as Asad had done them on their way from their meeting in Mumbai. Zoya had been busy handling a lot of paperwork and was going crazy so Asad had taken the responsibility to sort everything out for this conference and all the meetings in Pune. She didn't think there was any need to check them when she picked them up from the administration office in the morning. Asad pressed his temples realising he made a mistake with the bookings. He looked at Zoya apologetically knowing that if she had made the same mistake, he would have barked at her. Zoya breathed out trying to keep her calm, she felt cold and sticky.
"Can you arrange another room for me?" Zoya asked patiently while throwing daggers at Asad. They had switched roles today.

"Unfortunately, we are fully booked out due to the conference this weekend." The manager broke the bad news. Zoya closed her eyes and tried to figure something out.

"Miss Farooqui, come on up, we will sort something out" Asad grabbed her arm and almost dragged her away. He snatched the keys off the desk and moved towards the lifts. He wasn't liking the attention Zoya's wet clothes were getting. He felt insecure and over protective of his... employee. Zoya glared at him,

"Sir, what are you doing? Mr Khan, please. We cannot share a room" She whisper yelled at him. Asad pressed the buttons in the lifts and looked at her with stern eyes.

"We will discuss this once we get inside the room" He grunted.

"No, no, we are going to discuss this here. Why didn't you let me book the hotel rooms? Now look, they are fully booked. Where am I going to stay?" Zoya puffed.

"Miss Farooqui, you should have double checked the reservations."

"Oh now, you're blaming me for this mess?"

"I am not blaming you. We will discuss this inside the room" He placed his hand over her shoulder and walked out of the lift. He opened the door and entered their suite.

"I am not staying here. You can stay here. I'm going to find myself somewhere else to stay" Zoya turned around to leave only to have Asad shut the door. She looked at him angrily.

"Not in that state you aren't!" He pointed towards the mirrors; Zoya turned around and looked at her reflection. Zoya's hand went over her white shirt that had stuck to her like second skin revealing more than she wanted anyone to see. She looked away embarrassed. Asad heard a knock on the door. He opened it cautiously to check who it was.

"Suitcase sir." The bellboy passed the suitcase over to Asad before being tipped by him.

"Thanks... wait hold on, where is the other suitcase?" Asad asked confused.

"Sir this was the only one in the boot" Replied the bellboy before going down. Asad closed the door and looked at Zoya. She was stood in the same spot shivering not wanting to look at him. He slowly pulled her shoulder to get her to turn around and look at him.

"Miss Farooqui, your suitcase..." Asad started unsure, Zoya met his eyes. "Your suitcase is not in the boot" Zoya closed her eyes. Her day just went from bad to worse. She walked towards the bed and sat down feeling defeated. First it had to start raining, and then their car broke down. She got soaked helping him change the tyre and then realised she has to share a room with her boss and now her suitcase is nowhere to be found. Great. Just great. Asad brushed his hair back in frustration. Everything is his fault. He took the suitcase into the bathroom and switched to some dry clothes. He walked over towards her and held his kurta in front of her. Zoya looked up at him,

"I have to spend three days in your kurta sir?" Zoya questioned him, sounding sarcastic but she was not intending it to come across so. Asad sighed.

"Okay, calm down. I will arrange for some clothes for you. Change into this before you catch a cold" Asad placed it beside her before walking out of the room. He called Ayaan as soon as he stepped into the lift.

"Ayaan, you idiot! What did you do with Miss Farooqui's suitcase?" He breathed sharply into the phone.

"What do you mean big bro? It's in the boot... well the driver placed it into the boot." Ayaan replied before making weird noises, "Hmmm, wait. I think he put it in my car. Shooot!" He bit his tongue.

"I asked you to do one thing and you got that wrong." Asad spoke harshly.

"Well big bro, call me a genius. You two can-" Ayaan pressed his lips together hearing his brother's heavy breathing over the phone.

"AYAAN YOU-" Asad growled.

"Big bro listen to me. It was a mistake. Just get her something from the shopping mall. Send my apologies to bhabie. And a have a good time" Ayaan spoke in a cheeky tone before hanging up. Asad stared at his phone and then at all the people in the lobby. He marched towards the manager who gulped seeing his angry face.

"Where can I buy ladies clothing? Where is the nearest shopping centre?" Asad demanded. He didn't know what he was going to buy but all he knew was that Zoya needed clothes.

"Sir, if you take the left there, that indoor bridge leads into the shopping centre. You will find everything there" The manager pointed, Asad muttered a thank you before walking off. His eyes went over the huge shopping centre and wondered where to start. The first shop he could see had a "VS" logo written across it. The mannequins on display were empty, well naked you could say, with a few people working to decorate it. Without thinking twice, he pushed the door open and walked straight in before freezing as if someone had shot him with an ice gun. Asad gulped as he tried to keep his eyes open, his surrounding embarrassed him to the core. His eyes went over the now obvious bold writing: Victoria's Secret.. He assumed Victoria's secret was women's clothing, not women's lingerie. Victoria's secret should have remained a secret. Asad closed his eyes wanting to disappear from this place.

"Can I help you sir?" Asad opened his eyes and looked at the pretty lady in front of him. She smiled noticing his innocent shyness being in such a place. Asad's pressed his temples in embarrassment. He swore he could feel someone set fire to his face.
"Shopping first time for your girlfriend? Wife?" She laughed. Asad nodded a yes. He didn't have the courage to tell her anything else. She signalled him to follow her and he did as he was asked realising Zoya might need undergarments considering she was all wet. Now that he has entered the store, might as well get sacrificed and go. Is he really doing this his mind questioned over and over again. For his employee?

"She got wet!" Asad said quickly as she turned around to ask him what he needed or wanted. She paused with her mouth open hearing him speak. She raised her eyebrow in confusion. Asad straightened up realising he was acting like an idiot.

"She got wet? She needs the normal everyday lingerie or...?" Her questioned lingered on his mind. Or what?

"Normal lin... lin... yeah normal" Asad loosened his shirt. He has never ever felt like this before.

"Do you have her size?" She asked him.

"Size?" He replied confused. "What size?" Asad bit his tongue in the next instant realizing what she meant. He felt faint. He looked around himself consciously, he found all the women in the store staring at him. Great. Just great.
"Okay, can you do me a huge favour? Can you ring her and ask her what size she is?" Asad handed his phone to her quickly; she caught it from slipping out of her hand. "And, could you ask her what size she is? Don't tell her I'm here. No wait, could you ring from the store phone. Could you tell her a female staff from the hotel sent for some clothes and just wanted her size? Could you do that? Please?" Asad pleaded. He didn't believe what he was saying. But he just wanted to go along with it and get out of here. Zoya was obviously still an employee his mind reminded him every time he stopped to think about his situation. The lady nodded and walked over to the phone.

"Hello..." She paused looking at him, Asad blinked at her confused for a moment.

"Mrs Khan" His mouth uttered without his consent. He watched as one of the girls dressed in a red and black corset come towards him. Asad acted blind as she danced around him.

"Would you be interested in one of these for your wife?" She pointed towards her little outfit.

"No" He whispered shaking his head and looking up into the sky.

"Hello Mrs Khan, my name is Sophie and I'm calling from Victoria's Secrets. A female staff from your hotel has sent for some clothing along with some lingerie for you. I needed to know your size" She put on her most professional tone of voice. Asad put his hand over his face.

"What, you're calling from where?" Zoya asked surprised. "Ermm, please don't tell me there is a man standing in front of you asking you to ask me my size?" She sounded embarrassed. The lady looked up at Asad confused. Asad shook his head without looking at her.

"No ma'am. A hotel staff sent for these items to be collected" She lied.

"Okay, phew. My chest is..." Asad wanted to plug his ears. "32, I am a cup D, no E. Yes. 32 E." Zoya went on to explain all the sizes whilst Asad played deaf. He looked up hearing the call end.

"Thank you" Asad went tomato red seeing her face.

"It's all for Mrs Khan. She is a lucky woman" The lady winked at him. Asad looked at her with gratitude, she was the only woman that wasn't eyeing him in the store and neither did she make him feel uncomfortable. And in the next moment, he was proved wrong as she held two sets of bras at him. Asad burst into a coughing fit realising she was asking him to pick. He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't even know which direction to look away in fear of seeing sights that would make him faint. She walked around him and went to pack the lingerie for his wife. Wife. His mind hadn't quite registered that phrase. She came back minutes later and handed him a bag. Asad paid for the items and ran out of the shop thanking the woman. He did not look back as he flew out of the store as if he needed oxygen to breathe. He panted once he was outside and looked around the shopping centre. Asad Ahmed Khan brought lingerie for his PA. He paced back towards the way he came back into the hotel and crashed into the manager. He rebounded back and stared at him wide eyed. The manager's eyes met Asad's enraged ones. Asad suddenly felt embarrassed seeing the manager's eyes going over the bag and it was obvious he knew what was in there.

"It's for Mrs Khan" Asad told him before walking off towards the lifts. The manager looked on confused; he didn't ask him who it was for. And when did Miss Farooqui become Mrs Khan he wondered.

"AYAAN, when I get home, you are DEAD!" Asad threatened over the phone. He stared at the door in front of him.

"What up big bro? What did I do now?" Ayaan smirked clearly knowing his situation.

"For getting me stuck in this situation. I can't believe I... I" Asads voice stammered as he did not want to reveal any of this and embarrass himself. And her.

"I I what?" Ayaan copied him, Hope you and Mrs Khan enjoy your stay!" Asad's eyes widened hearing the line go dead. Ayaan did this. This is all Ayaan's fault. He must have changed the bookings. He should have known. But what does he do now? Zoya would still go mad. No Asad, you the boss, go in there. Don't be scared. Show her who's boss.

"Ahem" Asad straightened up as his pep talk gave him some strength. He opened the door and stepped inside closing the door shut with the back of his foot. He froze finding Zoya turn around in his kurta. Her wet curls wrapped her face as she quickly turned to see who it was. Asad's eyes went over her wide kohl lined eyes as she twisted her lips nervously pulling her kurta down to cover the rest of her bare legs and failing miserably. He watched as the water dripped from the tips of her hair soaking the side of the kurta making it stick against her sides. She blinked innocently back at him, being able to see a change in his eyes. She didn't quite understand what they conveyed, but whatever they were, were for her. Asad slowly walked towards her, all sorts of feelings running wildly inside of him, one such feeling burning his insides. Desire. His hand went over cheeks removing the sticky stands of hair. His thumb brushed her cheek softly as Zoya closed her eyes to his touch. Zoya placed her hand on his chest, he dropped the bag he was holding and wrapped his free hand around her waist pushing her closer towards him. Their chests collided against each other. His thumb brushed her lips; Zoya opened her eyes slowly and lifted them to meet his eyes. His eyes screamed raw passion. Her breathing went uneven as all her barriers came crashing down. Her hand moved up his neck as their lips neared each other. And then it hit her. She was his secretary. Zoya pushed him away; Asad broke out of his trance and stared at her shaking her head.

"Zoya... I" Asad whispered putting his hand out to explain; Zoya stepped back and turned around facing the windows. The open window allowed the cool breeze to touch her cheeks and calm her racing her heart. Asad stared at her back as she tried to calm herself down; he was in a similar state. He didn't know what happened to him. He saw her stand there with his kurta on and he lost his senses. What must she be thinking about him? He raked his hair turning around. He buried his face into his hands; how will he explain this to her? He was madly attracted to her, he always has been. She has been his biggest support system over the years; they were together through all the ups and downs. Was Ayaan wrong in teasing him? Zoya did everything for him, she means everything to him. He couldn't imagine a life without her. What kind of relationship is this? He has never given their bond, their attachment a name. They were more than a boss and employee, but they never allowed themselves feel anything more than that.

He turned around as she did, he looked into her teary eyes and he knew. Zoya resided in his heart. Zoya resided in his every breath. Zoya blinked her tears away; Asad rushed towards her and captured her lips with his. She closed her eyes instantly allowing him take every bit of her. His hands wrapped around her pushing her against him, deepening the kiss as his life depended on it. He was so madly and deeply in love with this girl, he himself wasn't aware. Every moment of the kiss, awakened all sorts of desires inside of him. Her heart thumped erratically against his chest, her fingers played up his back before tangling his hair. Her head tilted allowing him to relish every bit of her taste, relish every bit of her touch. Asad pushed Zoya not allowing his lips to part from hers and fell onto the bed...

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Asad groaned as the rays of the morning sun caressed every bit of his skin, making him squirm and turn tangling the bedsheet around him further. His hand swayed beside him, he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times as images of the night before flashed before his eyes. He shot upright and scanned the suite. It took him a few moments to register Zoya was nowhere to be found. He pressed his temples realising he was completely naked. He wrapped the bedsheet around him and ran towards the door. He stopped in his tracks finding a letter on the table. He walked over towards it dreading what bad news were inked for him. He picked the letter up, the familiarity of the handwriting giving him the shivers.

"I'm sorry!" Asad read out. And that's all there was. He turned it over again and again hoping there would be something else written. He sat back against the sofa; he should not have forced himself on her the night before. Why did he let his feelings go out of control? Why did he push her away? He couldn't spend a moment away from her. The thought of her ever leaving the job gave him nightmares. And then this letter. His eyes went over the Victoria's Secret bag with the tag still handing of it; Mrs Khan. He scrunched the letter in his hand and threw it on the floor before storming towards the bathroom to shower. How can she just leave like that? A note? I'm sorry my foot!

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Asad loosened his tie as he parked up. His head felt heavy. The amount of time his mind wondered over the same thing he had lost count. He grabbed the bag from the passenger seat and placed his jacket over it. He grabbed his suitcase from the boot and walked towards the front door of his house. His heart started beating frantically. A melodious laughter kissed his ears and a fresh aroma of his mother's food. He rang the bell suddenly feeling unsure as to whether he had come to the right house. He was greeted by his mother who embraced him tightly.

"You're back so soon. But I'm glad you're back. I missed you" Dilshad kissed his forehead. Asad's focus was elsewhere. He stared towards the kitchen leaving the suitcase at the door and paced towards it. His heart searching for something familiar, something that belonged to him. He froze being greeted by a sight that warmed his heart. Zoya was cooking in the kitchen, his kitchen, where she had entered many times before, but today, today was different. She wasn't his employee, she wasn't his personal secretary, she was just Zoya. A smile adorned his face seeing her shaking her pony tail as she moved back and forth from the worktop to the cooker.

"Phoopie, can you taste this?" Zoya turned around with a small bowl and was taken aback finding Asad stand there. "Mr Khan" She whispered trying not to let the smile from her face disappear. She forced herself to stay smiling for Dilshad's sake. She blinked a few times so that her eyes didn't fill up. Asad found his feet moving towards her before stopping as he came face to face with her. He stepped forward for her to only step back. She let go of the spoon feeling his hand go over hers. She tried not to break eye contact with him, but she did not allow him to see how she felt. Asad took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. He hummed in her appreciation, nodding and smiling. She nodded back at him before walking towards Dilshad so that she could taste the dish.

"You made it better than me. This tastes great" Dilshad blessed her. "Thank you for coming to see me. I really appreciate it." She kissed Zoya's forehead.

"I promised I would come" Zoya smiled sadly. "I'm going to go home. I will see you soon" She kissed Dilshad's cheek. "I love you" She pressed her eyes.

"I love you too" Dilshad pulled her cheek. "Can you not stay a bit longer?"

"I have a lot of work pending, sorry" She held her ear.

"No I understand. You take care." Dilshad sighed watching her leave. She looked over towards Asad who was stood still staring at the door. She grabbed his suitcase and took it inside. Asad rushed out of the door.

"Zoya!!!!!!!" Asad shouted behind her. "Wait, Zoyaaa!!" He pleaded. Zoya carried on walking. "Miss Farooqui, one more step and it won't be good!" He threatened. Zoya stopped. He caught up with her before spinning her around. He dropped the bag he was holding and grabbed her shoulders. "I'm sorry for what?" He questioned her, panting.

"For breaking my promise." She replied staring at the ground.

"Which promise?" He lifted her chin,

"For abandoning you for the meeting and the conference, I know we made a pact and I broke it." She looked up at him, what his eyes conveyed blew her away.

"Then you should also apologise for something else too."

"What?"

"For leaving me alone..."

"I just..."

"You promised me that you won't leave me but you left me alone in that hotel room. You just left me. You said you wouldn't and you left me with a freaking letter" He shook her. "I woke up and you were GONE" He emphasized gone. "How can you do that to me? I freaking love you and I cannot spend a single moment without you. I thought you LEFT me. Like... All those years, we have been together, through everything... And then you decided to leave me just like that" He hugged her tight. Zoya didn't blink. She couldn't react. He loves her. "I love you Miss Farooqui!!" He kissed her neck. He pulled back and cupped her face, his thumb brushing the side of her lips.
"My heart and everyone else already considers you Mrs Khan" He laughed wiping her tears. He moved his eyes towards the bag, Zoya followed his eyes. He lifted the jacket and stared at her with the most innocent look on his face. Her hands went over her mouth, she looked at him with wide eyes realising he was actually standing there taking her size through the cashier girl.

"You went into Victoria's Secrets?" Zoya whispered.

"For my Mrs Khan" Asad smiled kissing her forehead. "Can we sign a permanent contract?" He asked her.

"Yes sir" She nodded placing her head on his chest. "I love you." She closed her eyes as he held her tightly against himself. She was his love.

XOXO