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Originally posted by: iluvasya

Really interesting chapter Shailu
Asad throwing tanveer out... 👏 loved that scene
I hate that witch do much
Can't wait for AsYa to meet again 😳

hey pai thanks yaar 🤗
Me too hate her 😆

liked it

Originally posted by: ashlesha2

liked it

bookmarked

will read the 2nd [art ;ater

thanks ash😊

Originally posted by: Kanwal4salman

shail i want upadate..

on the way bebz😉

Chapter 4

Zoya stretched out her tired limbs. Pearl did the same, and she stroked her cat's back. "It's time to get up again. I've got the early shift this time. I'm in at nine." She stayed in bed, stroking her cat, thinking about work. The job was not the worst one she'd had. Before she worked as a sales assistant at Dreams, she'd worked in a bar, then at a diner. All the jobs had men in different states of drink. She hated working with alcohol.

Her parents had been killed by a drunk driver when she was fourteen. With no other family she had been sent into foster care. She'd been lucky as an elderly couple took her in for the last years of their life. They lived for six months after she graduated high school, and then both were killed by an infection.

That was five years ago. She didn't go to college and preferred to work. Even though she graduated she'd never really enjoyed school. There was always something missing from her life. The past five years had been lonely, but she had her cat.

There were no men in her life or boyfriends. She didn't like being around members of the opposite sex. They always made her nervous. All of her life, even when her parents were alive, she'd avoided being around men. After getting bullied over her weight when she was younger, she'd learned to keep a lot of things to herself.

"I better get up for work before they give my job to someone else." She stroked Pearl one last time then got up. She did her business in the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her hands, and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

Before she headed out, she made herself some toast and coffee at the same time she quickly set Pearl some food out. In no time she was back out the door and walking toward the jewelry store. There were times she felt like all she did was work.

She did enjoy taking long walks in the park, but getting the time and the weather together was hard. Lydia was already opening up the shop by the time she arrived.

"Hey, I didn't think you were going to make it inside."

"I made it. I'm here." She followed her friend inside, and they locked the door. The shop wasn't due to open for another thirty minutes.

"No problems getting home safely last night?" Lydia asked.

"No problems. You really should stop worrying about me. I'm going to be fine. More than fine." She entered the back room, put the kettle on, and set down her jacket and bag. "What about you?"

"I got home within ten minutes. I was so tired. I think it's time I started looking for another job. This one is starting to take its toll."

"Why?" Zoya asked.

"The late nights and early mornings. I'm not a fan of working nights. I never have been. I'm thinking of putting my resignation in. I've just got to find another job before I leave."

Zoya was disappointed. She liked Lydia, and they worked well together.

"What about you?" Lydia asked.

"What about me?"

"Are you going to be giving in your notice?"

Shaking her head, she didn't look up from stewing the tea. "I like it here. I'm not leaving anytime soon."

"Honey, there are far better jobs out there for us. Don't you hate working late and then having to come in early the next morning?"

They divided their shift with two other women who ran the shop. Both of them alternated working days.

"I don't mind. I've got nowhere else to go." Zoya shrugged but offered Lydia a smile.

"Fine. When I leave I'll keep in touch, okay?"

Zoya nodded even though she knew it wasn't going to be the truth. No one kept in touch once they left the old job behind.

"I'm going to go and open the shop." She left Lydia alone to open up the blinds so customers knew they were open. They were in the middle of the city, and they had so many different customers to entertain. There was a red emergency panic button underneath the till that went straight to the police. In her year of working she hadn't pressed it once.

Lydia spoke to her about the future. After the third time, Zoya tuned out of the conversation concentrating on everything but what she had to say. By lunch time she was happy with the silence when Lydia went out to lunch with her current boyfriend. She didn't ask for introductions and didn't pay any attention as they left the shop. Sitting behind the desk, she took bites of her sandwich while waiting for customers to enter the store.

There were times when there were long lulls in activity. Not everyone wanted a ring or a gift.

With her lunch finished, she headed toward the back to place her containers in her bag. The bell went, and she turned only to pause when she saw the man from last night.

He closed the door and started looking around the space. When he spotted her, he stopped.

"Hello, Zoya."

How did he remember her name?

"Can I help you?" she asked, rubbing her hands together. Walking behind the counter, she stared at him. He was dressed in a suit again, and she noted his knuckles were still badly bruised. "Did your lady friend not like the bracelet?"

"I imagine my lady friend is pawning that bracelet to get what she can."

There was no response for her to say.

"Erm, okay. Do you need anything else?" she asked.

"My name's Asad."

What was going on?

His black hair was pushed off his face, but his eyes were still as dark as last night. All of her warning bells were going off like crazy, telling her to stay away from him.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I don't know."

He kept staring at her. She started to move toward the panic button. Asad was scaring her.

His gaze followed the movement of her hand. He reached out and stopped her from touching the panic button.

"Don't," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're scaring me."

"I want to get to know you."

"I don't."

His fingers banded around her wrists, and she gazed down to see his slightly tanned flesh against her pale skin.

"Can't I convince you?" he asked.

"I don't know you." Why didn't she shoot him down? Why did she believe that he wasn't going to hurt her? None of her reactions toward him made any sense.

"Then let me get to know you."

He wasn't hurting her. His grip was firm yet not painful. The heat from his body was making her warm inside.

Licking her lips, she glanced down at his touch then back up at him. "Could you please let me go?"

"Don't touch the panic button and I will."

"Okay."

She'd agree to anything if he'd just let her go so she could think. His touch shouldn't do this to her. Having no control over her reactions unnerved her.

Asad released her hand. Keeping her palms on the counter in front of her she stared at him.

"Have you heard of the club Ecstasy?"

"Yes." She'd heard of it and hated it. Why name a club after a drug? In the back of her mind, she knew the word was also used for something else, too, but she wanted to see the negative more than the positive. It was almost as if he was begging for the cops to come charging down his door.

"I own it." He reached into his pocket and handed her the card. "Come on Friday night. The drinks will be on me."

"If I come to this club will you stop arriving here?" she asked.

He nodded.

Maybe by the time Friday came he would have forgotten all about her. Do you want him to forget about you?

His attention was nice, flattering even, but he scared her. The suit he wore told one story while the bruises on his knuckles told another. She didn't know which story to believe about him and would rather have nothing to do with him.

"Friday?"

She nodded again.

"No, I need you to say you're coming."

"Why?"

"Because I know you'll keep your word and not go against it."

Staring at the card, shame filled her. "You don't know me."

"I know enough about people. Come to the club and I promise to leave you alone." Over his shoulder she saw Lydia enter the store. Her friend paused when she saw Asad. "I'll go for now. You don't come Friday, then I'll come back."

"You're threatening me."

"I'm hoping you'll see it as a determination to get to know one another."

"I don't want to get to know you." The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them.

"I hope you're wrong. Give me a chance." He stepped back, and within seconds he was gone.

Staring at where he stood, she gazed down at the card.

"Wow, Zoya. What did he want this time?" Lydia joined her behind the counter.

"He wants me to go to his club." She handed the card over to her friend.

Lydia took the card and whistled. "I love this place. It's a little shady, but they've got great service and drinks there. Are you going?"

"I don't know."

"Why not?"

"It's not really my scene."

"I'll go with you. Darren will come with us. That way we've got some protection." Lydia handed her back the card.

"I don't know. I'm not really into the club scene."

"From what you told me, Zoya, you're not into any scene. You've not got much of a choice. He wants to get to know you, and at least this is a public place."

Seeing Lydia's point, she pocketed the card. Part of her was overjoyed about his attention while the sane part of her knew it was a mistake. There was something off about Asad, but she just didn't know what.

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Amazing update

Originally posted by: azsumay

Jaldi karo sha

kardiya di😉

Sha unres after namaz

Lovely update
Friday night meeting its interesting
Zoya is loving d attention from him but is scared too hona bhi chahiye
Wish someone wanted to know me like this 😆
Continue sooon very soon