ASYA/Kabhi SS: Bittersweet Revenge Ch.10/Page.14 - Page 2

Thank you for the wonderful comments guys. Posting Part One, Two and Three today! Enjoy, let me know what you think. This story is more than just a revenge story... Ignore any mistakes. Much love <3

Chapter One

"Humeiraaa!!" Zoya stomped inside their flat, closing the door with a bang.

"What happened Zoya?" Humeira walked out of the kitchen fixing her dupatta. Her eyes swayed over the carpet refusing to meet her sister's. She stared at Zoya's converses as the tip of it moved up and down. She gulped.

"Humeira, how many times have I told you not run away like that? What is wrong with you?" Zoya crossed her arms meeting Humeira's eyes. Her lips curved into a smile mirroring Humeira's. "HEY SEXY, YOU LOOKED MUCH BETTER IN JEANS" Zoya yelled chasing Humeira who had covered her ears screaming down the corridor.

"NO NO NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Humeira cried falling onto the bed and looked back at Zoya with a horrified face,

"Humeira, when did you start wearing those kind of jeans?" Zoya fell on top of her sister laughing. Humeira giggled under her.

"He was a pervert! I don't understand why you are always wondering around those areas." Humeira wrapped her arms around Zoya's waist and kissed her cheek. Zoya wiped her cheek and jumped up onto her feet before pulling Humeira up.

"Because I am not afraid of anyone" Zoya brushed her shoulder and walked away from Humeira as she sighed towards her back.

"What did Mark say?" Zoya nibbled on a carrot rummaging through the fridge.

"He wants both of us to go to the conference in New York!" Humeira replied putting her oven gloves on.

"DOUBLE POWER!" They both chanted knowingly. Zoya took in the sweet aroma with closed eyes as Humeira took the cake out of the oven. She ran towards her almost dropping Humeira with the cake.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Humeira defended the cake placing it safely on the counter. She tapped Zoya's hand as it came towards the cake. Zoya pouted sadly rubbing her stomach. Humeira grabbed an icing cone and threw it towards Zoya who caught it on reflex. They both crowded the cake and quietly decorated it occasionally glancing each other a look. Zoya's head snapped towards the ringing noise before rushing towards the living room. Humeira ran behind her with the cake and settled beside a round table. They were aware the cake hasn't cooled down yet but they were running late.

"10,9,8,7, ZOYA! Look this way..." Humeira scolded, "4,3,2,1..."

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOYA!" Humeira clapped,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINSY" Zoya sighed blowing out the candle with Humeira. They both looked at each other with thankfulness. Humeira crawled towards Zoya and slowly wrapped her arms around a reluctant Zoya who tensed finding her hands caging her. Humeira rocked side to side placing her chin on Zoya's shoulder to which Zoya slowly relaxed and breathed out.

"22 years and counting" Humeira whispered,

"16 years of abandonment!" Zoya gave her sister a reality check.

"Stop it you, no we are not abandoned. Uncle is with us" Humeira comforted Zoya.

"And he too abandoned us!" Zoya looked towards a picture of their elderly uncle, who had sheltered the two abandoned children found on the empty streets of Bhopal.

"Not by choice" Humeira replied, "No-one lives forever!" She sighed.

"CAKETIME" Zoya avoided the subject and cut the cake before smearing it all over her innocent sister's face.

"It is for eating" Humeira reprimanded her sister while feeding her cake and kissing her forehead.

"It's YUMM" Zoya made delightful noises as she rummaged through the package Mark had given to Humeira. "Please don't tell me it is another frame of our pictures?" She grumbled shaking the box. "I am tired of looking at two of me"

"Zoya, be grateful! He is the only person in LA who hears your tantrums and still bears two people looking like you and still loves working with you." Humeira explained. "Wait, there are not two of you. I am me, I am an individual" Humeira smiled. Zoya rolled her eyes,

"Miss Simpleton, get one thing clear. You have a face that looks like mine. You cannot be a twin and be an i-n-d-i-v-i-d-u-a-l!" Zoya shook another box near her ears and smiled.

"One thing is for sure... you will always be older than me in every aspect of our lives" Humeira sniffed.

"Why is that? Simpleton, listen we have had this conversation. NOT HAPPENING!" Zoya got onto her knees trying to move away from her sister.

"Because if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be alive right now. We would not have made it this far!" A tear rolled down her eyes. Zoya fisted her hands.

"We are here because of our spectacled uncle! Thank him!" Zoya moved her shoulder feeling Humeira's hand on her. "Anyhoo, bedtime... Let's continue another day! New York is waiting for us" Zoya jumped up onto her feet and whizzed towards her bedroom.

"22 years and look where our lives have brought us. I miss home Zoya, I miss home! A home that disowned us. The memories are fading; I am forgetting every inch of our childhood home; the white mansion, the beautiful rose garden, the veiled walls, those hidden corners, our favourite dining spot, our favourite toys, our bedroom on the top floor and the view overlooking our royal balcony. Our parents dreamed of so many things for us, never have they imagined we would become orphans, that we would not be their little princesses anymore." Humeira leaned against the sofa and closed her eyes.

"I have forgotten Humeira. I do not have a single memory of our families left... that's what frustrates me the most... I cannot remember, I cannot remember the only beautiful memory of our lives" Zoya punched the side of the door. "It is no longer our home because our parents do not reside there any longer..." And suddenly, she felt caged. She looked around her room and their apartment; she felt everything closing in on her. She flew across the passageway and out of the door in seconds, Humeira breathed out allowing her back to bury into the sofa.

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"HELLOOO NEW YORK!" Zoya greeted the familiar city removing her aviators and soaking in the sun as she stepped out of the car. Mark smiled ear to ear hearing her laugh while Humeira yawned in the back of the car wanting to fall back to sleep.

"Please give me the keys Mark, and pick me up" Humeira put her arms towards Mark who shook his head; Zoya wrapped her arm over her shoulder and dragged her inside of the hotel.

"Sameer, give the girls their keys! Conference meeting in 2 hours girls!" Mark tapped his watch going all boss mode, Zoya rolled her eyes. Mark grabbed her arm and met her eyes with his stern ones.

"Yes boss!" Zoya saluted, "And erm, you want to get done for assault?" She looked at him mischievously but her eyes conveyed something else.

"You wouldn't" Sameer joked,

"TRY ME BI-" Humeira covered Zoya's mouth and looked at Mark knowingly, Mark let go of Zoya's arm and hit her head. Zoya blew her mouth rubbing her head as she walked towards the lift.

"Stay away from her! She's not a morning person" Mark warned Sameer who stared towards the girls' backs. "And I'm their boss!" He laughed walking towards the receptionist.
"Hey Sophie, nice to see you! Have the guys arrived? What's the update on Asad's arrival?" Mark inquired.

"When is Hamid coming?" Zoya sat down on the sofa. Humeira shrugged her shoulders.

"Your best buddy is coming with the rest of the lot... I think" Humeira got under the duvet.

"We're twins simpleton, my best friend is your best friend" Zoya smiled annoyingly, Humeira grumbled. She wasn't very fond of Hamid, he was a good friend to Zoya but he was also the bad friend who was her companion in all the trouble she has gotten into all these years. Humeira also feels that he may be in love with Zoya but Zoya doesn't allow anyone to touch her, so it doesn't come as a surprise when she refuses to consider any other possible type of relations. Humeira walked over towards Zoya and put her hand out towards her face, Zoya's eyes darted towards her hand. Humeira watched her flinch before placing her hand on her cheek. Her other hand wrapped over Zoya's shoulder before settling beside her and resting her head on her shoulder. Her stiff shoulders relaxed.

"Let's have some fun!" Humeira whispered. Zoya nodded.

"When will you see him?" Zoya asked.

"During the main party!" Humeira spoke nervously.

"After so long. Where is he staying?"

"Here in New York, got here last week. He had an argument with his dad and flew over. I think his big brother wants to take him back to India with him." Zoya tensed hearing India.

"Don't worry Simpleton, I got your back!" Zoya got up from Humeira's embrace and walked into the shower. Humeira smiled towards Mark who brought the suitcases up.

"Thanks Mark, really appreciate it!"

"Shush, devil will hear ya!" He winked before closing the door.

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"Ayaan, listen to me. Don't be stubborn, tell me where you are?" Asad placed his laptop bag on his shoulder and pulled his suitcase towards the crowd holding his phone against his other shoulder. His eyes fell on a guy with a board with his name; he rushed over and shook his hand before giving him the suitcase. He sat inside the car and relaxed breathing out a sigh.

"You comfortable big bro? Or do you want me to hold on a bit longer?" Ayaan teased from the other side. Asad pressed his temples.

"Ayaan, please! I'm exhausted. It's becoming unbearable. Abbu wants you home. Ammi is worried." Asad closed his eyes.

"Bro, listen to me. Is she okay? Tell her I'm okay. I'm like more than okay" Ayaan laughed.

"Can't you ring her and laugh on the phone for her?" Asad asked,

"She's going to want me home, and I will probs be on the next plane back whilst on the phone to her. I can never say no to her. I have something important to complete. Let me do this big bro, please give me a few days!"

"Why don't you tell me what you want to sort out, let me help you Ayaan" Asad pleaded.

"Unfortunately, I have to use my face to do this!"

"Okay okay, I'm texting you my hotel address. I want you there in the next half an hour! See you soon!"Asad hung up before his baby brother could say anything else.

Chapter Two

"Simpleton, pass me those earrings!!!!!" Zoya shouted from across the room while jumping into her dress. Humeira came running into the room to find her flat on the floor with the dress tangled around her. She kneeled beside her,

"You absolute drama queen. You aint wearing jeans today no matter how much drama you put on. Come on get up!" Humeira dragged Zoya up onto her feet, "As much as I love seeing you in your underwear, I would love that pink dress on you!" She gave her a look Zoya grumbled to.

"I swear Simpleton, I'm going to officially change your birthday to another day!" Zoya threatened.

"That won't change the fact that I was born on the same day as you. Official or not, you're my twin!" Humeira smiled widely.

"ARGHHH!" Zoya groaned loudly. "Give me something else, PUHLEAAASEEE!" Zoya begged staring at the pink gown with disgust. Humeira went over to her suitcase and brought out a box.

"I was just pulling your leg. You don't have to wear that" Humeira raised her eyebrow; Zoya's eyes grew small, annoyed at her sister's not so funny prank. "We're both wearing red though." She said excitedly, Zoya rolled her eyes. Her sister obviously loved being a twin and do what twins do. Zoya always went along with everything Humeira wanted to do, except dressing in princess dresses. Her sister was still holding onto those childhood dreams that were destroyed when they were a child. Their parents aren't alive, and therefore they aren't their princesses anymore. Her sister needed to let go.

"Please tell me, it isn't a ball gown please please?" Zoya closed her eyes. Humeira lifted the box and held the dress in front of her.

"Oi, look!" Zoya opened one eye before slowly opening both of them. She stared at the dress thoughtfully, it was a red body con dress with a mermaid bottom. She nodded at her sister. "Yaaay! Come on, get ready otherwise we will be late for our own birthday party!"

"Why does Mark have to be so extra? He could have just given us the day off, not make us celebrate with all these people!" Zoya grabbed the dress off Humeira and started climbing inside of it.

"Shut up Zoya, Mark is doing this for you." Humeira told her gathering her clothes. "He really appreciates all the effort you have put into his company, and he is thankful to have you. How is he wrong in wanting to celebrate our birthdays with us? Will you stop distancing everyone from you? You know you would run to Mark just on his one call if he needed you. You have done so many times in the past. Stop acting like he doesn't mean anything to us. He is our boss but also a dear friend who has stood by us whenever we needed him."

"No no, Humeira please don't lecture me right now. I don't need this." Zoya zipped her dress and tied all of her hair up into a high bun to keep it out of the way.

"Why are you so bitter?" Humeira asked her. Zoya turned around and looked at her.

"Don't make me fight with you just before our birthday party Simpleton. I am not bitter." Zoya got back to getting ready. "Are you going to do my hair or do you want me to leave it like this?" She stared at her reflection. Humeira made a face.

"You better pray I don't rip your hair out" Humeira breathed out through her nose. Zoya walked towards her and kissed her cheek.

"Better?" Zoya smiled widely showing her teeth. Humeira glared at her rubbing her cheek. They stared at one another before bursting into a fit of laughter.

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"Let's get this party started!" Zoya entered their party hall which had been decorated for the two sisters. Humeira linked her arm with her sisters.

"Beautiful ladies!" Mark winked at them and extended both of his hands out to them. "Happy birthday darlings!" He allowed the girls to link their arms with his and walked into the party.

"Who's idea was it to have masks?" Zoya fixed her black mask that was irritating her.

"Humeira's" Mark replied laughing.

"Thank you for the party Mark" Zoya said suddenly, Mark stopped and stared at her through his mask.

"Humeira, pinch me" He blinked. Zoya punched his arm.

"Stop being overdramatic and let's party" Zoya let go of his arm and cat walked inside to greet the rest of their friends.

"Is she feeling okay?" Mark gawked at Humeira.

"She's her usual self." Humeira smiled watching Zoya grab Hamid's hand and drag him towards the dance floor. Humeira pulled Mark's hand knowing that Zoya was going to do something crazy and she needed to be there to stop it. Mark sensing her turmoil was worried for the same, Zoya is unpredictable sometimes. And her birthday doesn't always end well.

"Ayaan, where on earth are you?" Asad inquired into the phone, placing his hands inside his pocket. He had showered and changed into a casual pair of jeans and black top. Ayaan still hadn't arrived at the hotel. He came down to see if he could grab some food from the restaurant not wanting to eat alone in the hotel room. The lobby seemed chaotic; people were arriving for the conference tomorrow. He walked down the hallway trying to find some peace and quiet.

"Bro, give me half an hour. By the way, I am starving... Grab me some food please?" Ayaan pleaded into the phone, panting.

"Ayaan" Asad closed his eyes, "I'm hungry too, I'll wait for you. Hurry up" He ordered.

"Yes boss" Ayaan laughed hanging up. Asad breathed out heavily, he was absolutely exhausted from the journey and stressing about Ayaan. He was tired of fixing things between his brother and father only for it to break again. Ayaan was too chilled out for his father and his father too strict for Ayaan's liking. Asad was in between them, literally. He found a spot in the middle of the empty hallway and looked out of the large glass windows, the stars sparkled back in his eyes as the moon brightened up the sky outside. He could hear faint music in the background. He decided to head towards where the music was coming from as he had nothing better to do right now. He stopped in front of the entrance of the party and going by the looks of it, it was a masquerade party. His eyes grew small trying to read the names on the poster on the back wall, but it was too far away for him to read properly.

"La la la, it's my birthday" Asad's ear shot towards someone singing towards the dark hallway on the other side. The lights were on faintly, he was wondering what anyone was doing over there. "La la, it's my birthday" He heard someone sing badly, he smiled shaking his head. He was about to walk away when he heard this woman grunt. "Ow ow, it's my birthday" She continued singing, the voice became faint. Asad headed in the direction of the voice to see if everything was okay. He watched as a female dressed in a red dress trailing behind her kick the back exit doors open and stumble through the door. She did not look like she was in the right state of mind and that exit was not for guest use. He sprinted towards the exit to make sure this woman was okay, he would feel guilty if he didn't check.

"It's my birthday" She announced spreading her arms outwards, her steps faltered making his hand stretch forward to grab nothing but the air. He hit his head hearing her laugh nervously before singing again. "Go me, go us. It's our birthday" He watched her attempt to climb up onto a wall but failing.
"Eurgh stupid heels" She grunted, obviously annoyed. She threw her heels off before slowly jumping up; the edge of her bottom reached it before she threw her legs over. He mentally praised her; she just did that in a long dress. His eyes widened as she slowly trying to stand up on the wall. "My birthday, ahhh" She failed to balance herself and fell backwards. Asad rushed forward and caught her petite frame in his arms before spinning with her. He looked down at her in disbelief; his eyes went over her black lace mask before meeting her dark eyes glistening under the stars.
"Oh, hello there" Zoya smiled widely at him. Yes, she was completely wasted.

Chapter Three

"Are you okay there?" Asad asked her softly almost cradling her in his arms while she stared at him with the widest smile he has ever seen on anyone's face.

"I'm greeeaaattt" She poked his nose. He moved his head back.

"You're drunk" Asad told her.

"No I'm not!" She pouted and shook her head side to side. She had the cutest expression her face that forced him to smile.

"Yes, you're drunk. Are you staying in this hotel? I'll drop you off" He was about to put her down but she shook her in a no furiously before throwing her head back feeling dizzy.

"I.am.not.drunk" She fussed with the mask as it irritated her. He placed her on the ground but grabbed her arm watching her lose her balance. "It's my birthday" She smiled poking his chest. "My birthday" She tapped her chest. He admired her head to toe; she looked strikingly beautiful in the red dress.

"You should be careful how much you drink, birthday is not an excuse to lose your control" He advised her. She shook her head again.

"I do not drink!" She poked his cheek, "There was a dimple there." Asad held her finger from attacking his face.

"You don't drink?" He questioned her unsure as to whether he would get proper answers from her.

"Nope" She made popping noises.

"Don't tell me you get drunk drinking juices?" He laughed, she moved her finger from his grip while his other hand held onto her arm as she swung in his hold.

"Two lime juices" She held two fingers at him. "Two" Asad moved his head back again as she tried to poke his nose. He looked around the dark garden; there was no one else in sight. This girl was totally out of it, he wanted to drop her back off at the party assuming it was her party but then seeing her state, he didn't really think he should.

"Lime juice?" He creased his forehead.

"Yupp, Simpleton won't let me drink anything else. She makes me be good. Nope, I don't drink, just juice" She pouted, her eyes sparkling. This girl was too cute for his liking. If she only drank juice, how is she so wasted? His head snapped towards a noise behind him, he thought he saw a dark figure near the door.

"You think someone spiked your drink?" He asked her, going all detective mode.

"It's my birthday" She smiled. He rolled his eyes, who was he even questioning. She had no idea what was happening. If her drink was spiked, it wasn't really safe for her to be left at the party.

"Where are you staying?" He held her fidgeting hand. She brought her face closer to his and smiled, his breathing got stuck taking in the scent of her perfume. She brought her face to his chest and breathed in.

"You smell good" She smirked at him, Asad tried not to react to her compliment.

"Where are you staying?" He repeated holding both of her arms and making her face him. She pointed up.

"Up there" She said with wide eyes. Asad looked up into the sky and then the building.

"What floor?"

"Ermm, errr 4" She showed him four fingers and then shook her head confused. Her forehead creased, her lips turned into a frown. He was resisting the urge to caress her forehead to relax her. "6^th floor" She nodded.

"You sure?"

"Yup, it's my birthday" She smiled. He shook his head trying to support her into the building but seeing her walking in zigzag motions made him realise that it would not work. He lifted her up into his arms and then realised her heels were on the floor when she started swinging her bare feet in his arms. He put her down.

"Wait here" He instructed, she nodded obediently. He turned around to pick up the heels.

"Yaaay!" Asad turned around to find her on the bench getting ready to launch herself off it. His eyes widened rushing towards her, her hands spread out both ways. He hesitated for a moment before placing both of his hands on her waist; he shivered feeling a shot of goose bumps all over his body.

"Come on" He lifted her off the bench, she pretended to cry. He placed her back on the bench. "What?" She spread her hands out and closed her eyes for her to catch him. Asad ran his hands over his face, what was he doing here? He caught her as she launched forward, he swung her before cradling her in his arms and walking inside. He tilted his head back to have a look outside to see if anyone was there.
"Who gave you the drink?" Asad tried to make conversation with her.

"Lime juice" She hummed to a song as they neared the party. "My birthday" She blinked up at him. He headed straight for the lifts trying to avoid seeing anyone especially Ayaan as he would not hear the end of it.
"Do I know you?" She creased her forehead examining his face. "I don't know you" She shook her head. Asad rolled his eyes, now she realises.

"No, you don't know me." He told her.

"Simpleton will shout at me" Zoya started crying, Asad pressed his lips to contain his laughter. This girl was a cuteness bomb in a dress. Her smile had a spark to it and her cries pulls at your heartstrings. He exited the lift trying to hush her. Who was this Simpleton?

"No-one will shout at you. It's your birthday" He tried to calm her down, he watched her slowly sniff controlling her tears before her eyes turned wide. And then he regret reminding her that it was her birthday.

"It's my birthday. Do you want to celebrate with me?" She asked him innocently with her big almond shaped eyes. Asad admired them before running his eyes over her red lips. He tore his gaze away trying to focus on finding her room.

"What number?" He asked her.

"Uhmmm" She placed her hand under her chin thinking before pointing straight. "That one!" Asad followed her directions to realise she was pointing at the fire exit door. He hit his head against the wall while she stared him. "Ohhh... it's not that one" She shook her head.

"Obviously not. Come on tell me, which room are you staying in?" Asad tried not to sound too frustrated. This girl was driving him insane.

"It's that one, 626" She nodded and then pinched her neck. "Promise" Asad resisted the urge to pull her cheeks. "But, I don't have the keys" Her hands went over her mouth. Asad looked up at the ceiling; someone help me.

"Where is the key?" His voice was calm; there was no point of losing it with her. She was not in the right frame of mind. He put her down on the floor to think about what he should do. She started running off as soon as he put her down. He grunted pacing behind her.
"Stop, wait." Asad called behind her, he didn't even know her name. He looked around the floor consciously when she started singing again. He was so tempted to record her behaviour and show it to her when she becomes sober. She looked back at him with a naughty grin on her face, he was regretting whatever was about to come after that. She pushed through the exit doors and started running up the stairs making all sorts of noises. He was scared she would trip on the stairs. This girl is going to kill herself and him today. He ran behind her and caught her shoulder before lifting her over his shoulder and carrying her into his room on the 7^th floor. He entered one of the two rooms in his suite and placed her on the bed as she fought with him. He put his finger to his lips to shut her up. She frowned at him.

"I feel sick!" She pretended to puke; Asad ran towards the bin and grabbed it with both hands bringing it back to her. And in the next instant, the room was filled with her pained grunts as she poured everything out of her into the bin. Asad pressed his temples before reaching forward and holding her hair back. He awkwardly caressed her back wondering what on earth was happening.

"Are you okay?" He helped her lay her head back on the pillow.

"No" She cried. Asad grabbed a towel from the bedside table and wiped her mouth. He looked at the red lipstick stains on the towel and sighed. He reached forward and tried to unhook the mask finding it irritating her. He took a deep breath removing it and admiring her facial structure. This girl was beyond beautiful. Her cheekbones, her eyes, her lips... her facial structure was perfect. He watched her sleepy eyes slowly close before snapping open again. She shot upright.
"It's my birthday" She smiled brightly. Asad covered his face with his hand before looking at her through the spaces between his fingers as she squinted her eyes to see what he was doing. He nodded.

"I know, happy birthday" He smiled back at her.

"Thank you" She flicked her hair and flopped back on the bed. He watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep. He covered her with the duvet and stood upright. He has a girl sleeping in his suite.

"Damn your humanity Asad" He walked over towards the window and closed the curtains. He looked over at his phone. "Hey Ayaan, coming down now." He breathed into his phone, raking his hair with his fingers, his eyes going over the girl sleeping peacefully a few metres away from him.

Zoya groaned trying to open her eyes. Her head felt like someone had hit it with a hammer and then left her to reel from the pain. She opened her eyes but then shut it again.

"OWW SHIT" She held her head before forcefully opening her eyes again. She sat up; her eyes instantly went over the red dress from the night before. She then looked at the room she was sleeping in; this was definitely not her room. She doesn't remember when the party ended or how on earth she got here. She quickly examined herself under the duvet and sighed a breath of relief.
"Shit, Simpleton is going to kill me." She held her head and swung her legs towards the edge of the bed. She found a glass of lime water and a pack of tablets on the bedside table with a note. She grabbed the note with both of her hands and read it quickly. This should cure your hangover.
"Hangover? What bull, I don't drink!" She grunted holding her head again. She grabbed the glass and gulped it down before shivering and spitting with the tangy aftertaste.
"Thanks Mark" Zoya saluted towards the glass and jumped up. She found her heels in the corner of the room. She rushed towards them and grabbed it. She held her dress and almost jumped towards the door. Her eyes ran over the suite, there was another bedroom on the other side. "Where have you brought me Mark?" Zoya bit the side of her lips not knowing where she was. She opened the door to have a look at the number and then closed it. It has an automatic lock so she didn't have to worry about locking it from the outside. She rushed for the stairs, taking them two at a time and knocked on her door. She closed her eyes feeling the gush of draught when the door opened. She peeked with one eye, there was no one there. She ran inside and kicked it close.

"Sorry Simpleton, I dunno what happened-" She froze finding Humeira pointing at her angrily.

"Shower, get ready and join me at the conference. I am leaving now. Hurry" She tapped her watch and walked out of the room. Zoya stomped her feet before pressing her forehead.

"Damn you headache!" She ran towards the bathroom stripping herself naked on the way.

"Shit, shit shit" Zoya clutched onto the folders under her arm trying to adjust her feet into the converses as she skipped towards the great hall for the conference of the year. She wanted to cry as half of her hair was still soaking wet tied into a messy bun because she didn't know what else to do with it. She wore an emerald green midi dress that was fitted against her body with long sleeves bringing out her figure. Her sister would be proud of her. But then to top it off, she had worn her converses. She did not give a damn if everyone is suited and booted in there. She did wear a pair of oval studs if that counts and her sister's favourite red lipstick so that she did not look like she had a "hangover" that she was still trying to find the root cause of. She took a deep breath and pushed the doors open before freezing. Half of the idiots in the conference hall that fitted more than 600 people turned around to look at her. She wanted to faint. She cursed them under her breath.

"Concentrate on the speaker you idiots" She muttered under her breath faking a smile to whoever was still looking at her. Asad was one of them. He watched as she held onto the folders for dear life in her flustered state while her other hand pulled at her ear apologising to her team who were waiting for her. She scurried through the tables like she was in a maze. He tilted his head to look at her but she was covered by another female who was scolding her. She hugged her with a smile on her face before sitting down next to Mark. Asad smirked wondering whether she remembered anything from the night before, he turned around and concentrated on the speaker. This should be interesting.

Amaaazing story so far...I'm loving it!
What will happen to Humeira...?
Zoya is seeking revenge for her...

I loved drunk Zoya...she was amusing...
Asad was sweet...but she thought it was Mark who put her to bed...
And who spiked her drink...?

Can't wait to read on!

Thank you for three amazing updates! xxx

But why does Zoya want revenge?

Interesting start...still confused with the revenge part and all but it will unfold in due time so I shall wait :-)

Really very amazing start

That is just awesome and so amazing..
zoya was so fun when she's drunk..
asad is as always such a cutie and a gentleman. .
loved the concept and a great start..
looking forward to read more..
if possible do pm me plsss..
thank you..:)
And I'm glad you decided on writing kuch toh log kahenge..:)

Interesting Update Mojo..
So Zoya & Humeira are twins...and are also princess but have been dethroned by someone...
B'day party and the Sister's moment before it was good...
But Now I wonder...what kind of Revenge she wants from Asad's family...as i assume from prologue...
Humeira is certainly not going to be their in future updates i guess...
what happened their , with whom & how..?
Continue soon.