AsYa FF - The Intern #2: Ch 24 & 25 Pg 105 - Page 31

Zoya left for work before anyone had got up, after what had or hadn't happened last night she was left with an awkward feeling, she couldn't bring herself to face him just yet.

Asad felt a pinch in the pit of his stomach when he realized that Zoya had left, he knew it was because of last night. Skipping breakfast Asad went straight to work, walking into her office he saw her missing from her desk but her things were still there.

Asad walked into his own office and called for his PA 'Yes Sir' Can you please make sure everything is in place for tonight, and I want a reminder to go out to everyone about finishing work on time...also can you set up a meeting with me and Miss Farooqui for half ten' 'of course sir'. After a few minutes Suzy came back 'Sir, Miss Farooqui is fully booked until this afternoon, she has three back to back meetings' 'Ok...not to worry, I will see her later'.

Asad felt anxious, he wasn't sure what to do, did he leave her be and just speak to her tonight or should he go and speak to now.

Zoya had managed to keep her mind occupied with the work she had to do, everyone was on a high as they looked forward to the party.

Keeping themselves away they managed to last the day. Zoya dumped her back on the table and made her way to her room. She felt exhausted, the last thing she wanted to do was party. Picking up her towel she turned around to walk towards the shower when she saw a box on her bed. Zoya picked up the gift box, all the label said was Happy New Year. Zoya opened it and found a deep red gown that was delicately decorated with silver 'Ya Allah...this is...' Zoya couldn't stop smiling, it was so beautiful. Holding it by the shoulders she put it against her and looked in the mirror, she didn't need to guess who it was from she knew, it was from Asad, only he had taste like this.

Zoya picked up her phone and text him, despite everything that had happened, she was still very grateful

I absolutely love it, thank you so much'

Asad saw her text and sighed in relief

I am glad you do, see you soon'

By the time Annie made it home with Zack it was nearly six in the evening. Zoya was still not ready as she waited for Annie; it was more fun when they got ready together.

Both Zoya and Annie looked like super models; there really were no words to describe them. They both stood tall in their high heels, and figure hugging gowns. Zack wrapped his arms around Annie's waist and leant in to give her a kiss. Zoya started to giggle and then looked away 'Zack you have no shame' Annie said 'maybe not, but that is not my fault, you look irresistible'.

'Where is Bhaijaan?' 'He is getting ready...no, I lied he is there' Zack said pointing behind them. Zoya felt her heart jump, she slowly turned around to face him, Asad and Zoya were totally blown away. He stood looking every bit perfect in his grey Armani suit and white shirt, which he left open at the collar and she looked exquisite, like a true Arab princess.

Feeling the heat of his intense gaze, Zoya lowered her eyes. Her heart kept jumping as he stepped closer to her 'Subhan'Allah' he whispered making her blush 'Bhaijaan can we go now?' Zack said 'Yes...lets go'

Asad couldn't keep his eyes off of her, all he wanted to do was envelope her into his arms and never let go of her.

Zoya had never seen so many people, the venue was surrounded by flash cars, people in the most stunning outfits, and a whole group of media taking pictures. Zoya stepped out of the car with Annie feeling like a star, a very nervous star.

Asad was immediately surrounded as he walked in, Zoya always knew his importance and the position he held but how she saw people respond to him today left her in awe, it was as if she felt proud for him.

Whilst Asad and Zack went around meeting and greeting people Annie and Zoya took a back seat to enjoy the party. The music, the food, the atmosphere was faultless, to say everything was beyond perfect would still be an understatement.

It wasn't long before the clock was set to strike twelve. Annie had finally managed to find Asad 'Bhaijaan, its nearly time...ask Zoya for a dance' 'where is she?' 'Over there standing with Zack' 'come lets go'.

Annie went and stood next to Zack 'how about a dance?' Zack started to grin 'how about yes' Annie started to giggle, she was just about to walk off when she looked at Asad and winked at him.

Asad looked at Zoya 'would you like to dance?' he asked, Zoya had an inkling that he would ask but it still made her inside flutter 'yes' she simple said. Asad held his hand out in front of her which she took without any hesitations.

Walking onto the enormous dance floor Asad stood in front of her, at the same time a photographer came 'Mr Khan, may I?' he asked holding his camera up. Asad turned around and smiled 'of course' standing next to Zoya he let the man take a few pictures.

Zoya felt uncomfortable, as soon as he left she looked up at him 'he won't publish it, I promise' he said understanding exactly what was going on in her head 'now...can I please have my dance?' Zoya held her hand out which he took; he slowly wrapped his other hand around her tiny waist and pulled her in closer. With merely a few inches between them Zoya started to lose herself in his presence, his smell, his hold, everything about him captured every part of her.