THE DARK SHADOWS (REPOST) CHAPTER 1-2 : ASYA FF

Hello readers. 😳

This is Eshita <3 Author of THE DARK SHADOWS.

Sorry for my disappearance. Actually i had lost the password of my previous account and hence had to make a new one.

I am back now 😆 And m way too keen to finish off what i started.
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here's a synopsis.

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Being a dark story, use of language will not be appropriate for some readers, It will have sexual exploitation and violence after the turning point .

CHARACTER SKETCH

AAK : A mobster...yes..that's what they call him...Amongst top members of wanted list' of Scotland yard's.. A callous, merciless and cold blooded 27 years old monster disguised as human... Chief of DEAD-TRAP group of violence'... and is remote from any sort of human feelings and a complete terrorism aficionado...Hates remembering his life prior to this one.. Maintains a silent conduct with everyone including his fellow mates..He is Now working on the biggest operation of the DEAD TRAP group and is the mastermind behind it... But as they say, life takes unwanted abrupt turns...and the same happens with him...



Asad Ahmed Khan : A 27 year old business tycoon ; CEO of khan enterprise and currently residing in U.K. He's a ruthless Business man, and a workaholic. He's a man of few words.

Zoya Farooqui : A mirror image of what you call a perfect girl..'...Fragility and tenderness portray her the best... Her features reflect innocence and the shine on her face resembles the brightness of morning sun...Her babyish green eyes as delicate as a water drop and her smile as beautiful as a pearl woven strand... Her simplicity is her biggest asset accompanied by a vivacious nature and a golden heart... She's 18 years old fresher in Harvard university... She lead a simple yet beautiful life with her brother Aryan (her only family) till her bhaijaan decided, to make her join khan Enterprise as Asad ahmed khan's secretary...


Aryan Siddiqui : A senior officer in Scotland yard...And officer in charge for mission encounter' (Operation to arrest members of dead trap)...


This story is about choices,chances,and changes...
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes..one should not always expect positivity from our life... ,sorrow and pain is a part..or i should say an integral part...But during this bad phase of life,people start pushing themselves more towards darkness and eventually end up being the biggest enemy of their own...what they dont realise is life always gives a second chance,called TOMORROW...so never give up...


PROLOGUE

"R u sure..i mean, she's just 18 Khan..!!" Came a voice...A dusky man got down from a black Mercedes benz to open the door for the boss. Seeing such a young carefree and gay girl, unaware of the forthcoming disaster enjoying her life to its fullest, He felt bad for her. He had never approved his boss's callous and merciless nature but he was helpless. No one, ABSOLUTELY no one ever dared to question his decisions. . Every single soul in UK shuddered hearing his name..his name, a synonym of terror...In-fact He was indeed a name..just a name as no one except for the people in this entire world had seen his face..He was a name for rivalry in underground, and a name at the top in the list of most wanted' of Scotland yard... As the dark clouds evaded the sky, strong winds spread his aroma in the atmosphere...Coming out of his car in a black suit, khan spoke "You speak when you are asked to, ROY..and suggestions on deaf ears are wasteful.. aren't they?" Taking out his cigar, he took a good look at the girl. She was undeniably beautiful. Her juvenile pretty face replicated her innocence. She was indeed full of life. Some thing was there in this girl which made AAK gaze her.
"But khan.."
"No ifs and buts..life isn't a merry go around..destiny has something in store for every one..and its her ill luck that her fate has chosen me' for her...And its time for her to comprehend this fact...She's my trump card Roy..the most priced possession of Aryan...she's his biggest weakness...we'll use his this little secret... This is the time when he'll be paying for his deeds.."
An evil grin came across his lips. He was wicked. "You are going to use her? How could you? She's too young to..." but before roy could continue, khan's blood boiled with rage..

"One more word and you are dead..M I clear..?" His eyes shot draggers.. Roy gulped in fear and nodded..how he wished he could save that little girl from this heartless monstrous man...but he had a family back home, this man was capable of doing anything to them if he disobeyed him.. "I asked you to get every single information... Start..m all ears.." Khan wore his glasses and giving a last glance towards her, he sat inside the car.. Roy too sat on the driver seat and took hold of the wheels.. Praying for the umpteenth time, asking for forgiveness' from the almighty for one more sin..he started.. "Her name is Zoya..Zoya siddiqui..1st year in Howards university and the only family of Aryan...A tough nut to crack...we have to be careful.."

Of course remembers this and has been waiting

THE BEGINNING

As the darkness invaded the sky, commotion of the chaotic NEW YORK CITY came to an end for the day. Good nights were exchanged and people retired to their homes. Children sprang from their houses for their sundown games and women out there tightened the strap of their apron for the evening supper. The roads showed immense tumults and night clubs were all set for yet another blast. Amidst all this hush push, a feminine build with a petite frame tiptoed towards her house dreading the wrath of the only fatherly figure in her life. Her phone flashed fifteen missed calls and 10 voice mails. BOY! She was dead! Her heart pumped as massively as if it would explode anytime soon!! Her body perspired like never before! She could feel the tiny drops of her sweat making its way from the left brow to the chin..Zoya farooqui could see her end! Her brother Aryan could be worst than the hitler when it comes to breaking the not-to-be-broken- laws'. Well barring the looks of course! He didn't have those little weird looking moustaches above his lips! Instead, He was one of the most eligible FBI bachelors of the town with his perfectly toned body and officer attitude! He was indeed the best brother for zoya..but his impatient and short tempered nature, thanks to his profession, always pissed her. And today, when she was 2 hours late from her dead line, she knew she was gone! Not even the best of her puppy faces could save her! Chanting some prayers for her safety' for the umpteenth time, she at last pressed the bell.

Her eyes completely shut,body entirely ready to take in the fury and mind working on the ways of apologizing. She finally heard the sound of rotating knobs. She opened one of her eyes to check the level of danger she was in. She saw Aryan standing at the door waiting for her to come in with a smile. Wait, WHAT?? A smile??

Man, did her anxiety make her insane? Was she hallucinating? Zoya blinked once..twice..and..thrice..! the smile didn't go but! She wasn't dreaming! He WAS actually smiling at her! Her hearbeat finally relaxed a bit.. But her brain was still not completely OK with the sudden change' in his behaviour.. Was it the silence before the storm? She tried to read the smile and look at the face behind it. But no, the smile was genuine. Boy! Her stars were bright today!

"Planning to come in?" She heard him finally speaking. She nodded and came in. Feeling guilty for being so late. May be he was too angry to even shout at her.

"Bhaijaan, wo act. I lost the track of time while playing badminton and..." Zoya tried to reason why she was late! Her badminton championship was approaching and her coach was giving her hard time. And today he squeezed every drop of blood from her body. But before she could continue Aryan spoke

"Your snacks is ready. Get fresh and have it.." He turned to move towards the kitchen avoiding any further conversation. Zoya could feel some thing was wrong. Was he that silent kind of angry? Would he not even shout at her?

"Bhaijaan I m sorry.." She bowed her head down in shame. She couldn't see her brother annoyed. But why was he being so bizarre today. It wasn't the first time she was late! It was actually the 8th time in this month!

"Bhaijaan please na! Shout at me or do whatever you want but Please don't ignore me.I promise i wont be late next time!" She said "

Zoya, you said the same thing last time..."Aryan sighed.. "i know i am being too strict on you but I get scared zoya.. I can bear anything but losing you..You know this right.. My work not only makes my life hazardous but also people who are linked with me get affected.. And i m afraid, if anything happened to you, What would i do.." Zoya looked up. She understood what he tried to convey her. They have lost a lot in their life and they were the only support for each other. Aryan had been a pillar for her through out and she, well she had been an emotional support for him. She was just 3 and Aryan was 10 when their parents were killed brutally in a terrorist attack. She was too young to remember anything but her brother did. She had seen him working very hard to meet their daily ends. She had seen him breaking down at nights when she used to ask him about her ammi and abbu..Aryaan snubbed his childhood and worked day and night so that they could uphold a life. He had to earn money for his and her studies. He made sure that zoya was not deprived of basic needs. He had promised their parents on their death bed that he would take care of her and he undoubtedly did. There were times when zoya's child brain would demand something after being fascinated from the things her friends had and aryan would sell his clothes to get her those. She was no less than a daughter to him. He adored her like anything and He loved her more than his own life.And for zoya..Aryan was more like a father than brother. She never felt the need of any parental presence as Aryan was always there. However he himself did feel the void. Zoya respected him till no extent for being the sole reason of her existence. And today when for the first time her brother told her about his fears she realized that may be its time for her to grow up..Not because she felt indebted but because she had comprehended the fact that it was her turn to be play her part of being a good sister.

"You don't need to worry about it bhaijaan. When i have you, nothing can happen to me. And i promise it wont happen next time"Saying so, Zoya hugged him..and when she felt him hug her back, she relaxed.

Aryan knew zoya's trust on him was unwavering and this was what he was afraid of. What if he failed her trust.. and something happened to her. Even the thought of her getting hurt shuddered him. And After today's meeting his fears were amplified. Till zoya was with him,her life was at stake..and he knew that he' was right. If anyone who could keep her safe was only him. For her safety, Aryan had to do this. But his heart couldn't trust the fiend with his baby sister. He was capable of doing anything. Aryan, you have no other choice. You have to do this' he could again hear his brain which was ranting the same thing since the time he got to know that some one was after zoya's life. He had keep her away from him, for her own sake.

"Zoe,baby u remember, once u told me about doing a part time job?" He asked her, breaking the hug. "Yes bhaijaan, I m looking for it since ages!" She said.

"Well your search is now over" Aryan spoke. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest. For the first time in his 25 years of life he lied to her.

"Really? OMG! I cant believe it! Bhaijaan you are the best! Where is it? When m i supposed to join?" He saw her jumping in enthusiasm and her twinkling eyes made his spirit sink in guilt. Seeing the innocence her eyes simulated ,he thought of backing off. He couldn't do this to her. How could he kill her this innocence with his own bare hands. But again his mind triggered and her safety came into picture. The foremost thing right now was to protect her..and he would do it. Even if it meant destroying her impeccability. "Calm down baby girl. Its a secretary job...for ASAD AHEMED KHAN.."

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To say zoya was excited would surely be an understatement! She was on 9th cloud!Her excessively exhausted body was now all energized and her extremely traumatised brain was ecstatic. She had been looking for a job since the day she stepped out from her school life. After clearing her junior school with a remarkable performance, all she wanted was to support her brother financially. Not that they were monetarily frail,rather,aryan's hardwork had paid him back and they ,at this point of time could buy every possible thing, but because she now wanted him to loosen up a bit and give a break to his frantic life. She had seen how Aryan had snubbed his not only childhood but also the youth age', as they say , for her. It was her turn now to do her part. But little did she know that life is never about what you want or decide. Its all pre planned. The eternal power up there plays his own game and we humans are nothing but mere his players. Zoya was way too drifted from the reality. The job which she thought as her first step was the beginning of her doom. But at the moment, she was pretty keyed up for the job.

"Bhaijaan who exactly is Asad Ahemed Khan?" She twitched her nose as her mind registered how weighty the name was...She tugged Aryan's shoulder for some response when he stood rooted to his spot. Aryan had never hated himself this much, despite the fact that his intensions weren't bad his heart despised him to push his own sister into the mouth of danger. But what else could he do? That was the only way to keep her protected. He couldn't hide, he couldn't tell. What was he supposed to say? That her brother, who she trusted the most, was deliberately shoving her into the darkness. But he had to. So keeping the catastrophic thoughts which were misted up in his mind, aside, he smiled.

"he's one of the most successful businessman in the state baby.But you need to promise me one thing..you are NOT going to tell any one where you are going or with whom you are going to work. Specially Asad's name." However, aryan didn't lie completely. Asad Ahmed khan was indeed a businessman. The AAK INDUSTRIES were the most affluent industries in the entire world. And no one except for 3 officers in the department knew What did AAK stand for. THE MAN' had a diamond like perfection. Be it business or crime.

"So i m going to assist him? Bhaijaan Thank you so much!" Zoya couldn't believe her luck! She had always wanted to go into business unlike her brother.

"Zoe, I'll drop you there within 2 hrs. U get ready. OK..?" Aryan said.

"What? Two hours? Bhaijaan its 6! This is the time when offices get closed." Zoya found it..FUNNY..!

"Yeah i know, But your boss wants to meet you, so get ready..and zoe, i want you to be in your best behaviour ok? No pranks and absolutely no mischief!"

"Chillax bro! I'll just go and get ready!" Zoya ran to her room and shut the door! She took her cell and dialled the most dialled no'.

"AYAAN KHAN! Guess what! I need to tell you something Amazing!! You wont believe.."

"Hold on girl! First tell me was bhaijaan angry? My nails just lived their last moments thinking of him!"

"That's what m telling you na. Bhaijaan didn't even say a word! I mean Yes, He was angry but he had a better reason to not shout at me! I got a JOB !"

"Omg! You got a job?where? Wao cady! Congrats!" "Which poor company has taken the risk to appoint THE ZOYA FARROOQUI?"


"AYAAN KHAN, Just remember i m going to kill you the next moment i see you! By the way I m going to join AAK industries,." "You ought to be kidding me!!"

"NOPE! I swear!"

" You are one little lucky chick man! So when is your joining?"

"Well, i know it is hilarious but its after 2 hours!"

"What..? .all the best zoe and tc."'

"Thanks man" Disconnecting the call , zoya was confused. Ayaan didnt react hearing about the joining date? Why was everyone so adamant on being so weird today. First bhaijaan and then ayaan!

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BANG...!!
shot down..!!

The ferocious sound of the gun cut through as sharp as a knife...The road was completely filled with deafening silence and the air intoxicated with vicious murder... His mind took a single second to realize that nothing mattered anymore...His deep breaths were the only tune that reached his ears.. his eyes fixated at his killer while the pain seemed to disappear as his heart gave up and brain stopped analyzing.. and then peacefully as ever, he fell.. It was all over... His murderous brown eyes scanned every inch of the now-dead-body..He knelt down and traced the wound of his target... Blood oozed out of his temple...his face pale and the body laid motionless...His vicious gaze reflected immense pleasure... and brain..well..it was now satisfied...,

"Rest in peace JAY KHANNA..!! "

his throat voiced, accompanied by a smirk on his lips which mirrored the darkness of his heart... He stood up, tucking in his gun under his belt with no remorse..no guilty in his agenda...He signalled peter to take the matter in his hands now...his job was done...
He walked out of the remote building with a divine power trapped in him...The immense clot that clouded his better judgment surfaced as his face glowed with satisfaction...Death..hurt..pain..these very words brought no fear in him...He walked on the empty roads with a pride for being the most dreadful creature on this earth...
A pat at the back brought him back from his twisted thoughts...He turned his head towards the direction...


"MISSION ACOMPLISHED.." Said roy. He could see the rage in the eyes of his master. He knew this was coming. Jay khanna had himself brought his death. He got to know about the murky deeds.
The deep voice uttered walking towards their respected motorbikes to which Asad replied "Not yet..we have a long way to go..but for now..yeah...step one...done.." "Khan, How are we going to deal with Aryan. You know he's the best in the department!" Roy asked and asad smirked. "Dont worry roy..Zoya is on her way" saying so, he zoomed off.


"Well Mr.farooqui I think you are in a bit of a mess!" Aryan looked at Asad as he grinned at him .Seeing him looking so smug sitting in his leather black chair..this young millionaire monster was ruthless "I don't know why you are doing this .please don't do this to zoya. You have a brawl with me..please spare her.."
"I have heard this all before..I seriously get bored hearing this stuff!!" Aryan looked at the biggest criminal of the state not caring about anyone but himself as he picked up the glass paperweight spinning it on the desk.. He had no family(well till now no one knew about it) and power meant everything to him.He knew asad was enjoying seeing him all helpless. "You know the deal Aryan,you'll help me with my mission and I'll not hurt your dear little sister!" Asad ahmed khan was crystal clear with his words. "I cant do this! I cant betray my own country!" Aryan shouted. He was vulnerable. "Psht..I thought u could do anything for your sister.But I guess I was wrong I guess..Ok then..zoya wont be reaching home after her college gets over.."And he got up from the chair to leave..But he heard aryan calling him back..asad couldn't help but grin at his cunningness... "wait..m..m ready...please let zoya go..don't hurt her.."Aryan pleaded...He couldn't see zoya hurt. His mind which was in quandary a moment before, refused to think anything when he heard him about killing zoya..No..He would die before seeing zoya hurt... "Hey, you are back in your senses! I thought your job has caused you a -loss- of- brain.." Asad spoke and smiled deceitfully. "I'll do exactly what you want me to do, I wont tell the force about your whereabouts and plans..just don't..please..dont do anything to zoya.." Aryan pleaded. All he wanted right now was to keep zoya away from this cruel creature. "Well well well officer.! M glad u agreed. But u see, I have one more condition..till our mission gets over, Zoya will be staying with me!" "What? NO! You said you would let zoya go! I m helping you..aint i..then why you need zoya..." To say Aryan was scared would be an understatement. He was torn between his duty towards his profession and sister. "You know officer, I don't trust you guys...even you are ready to help me, I need assurance..so till my work is done, zoya will be with me...And take my words, I'll return her back without a scar. So its up to you...you want her killed or you want her to be with me.!!!"

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UNFORESEEN TURN

The driver screeched the car breaks and the car stopped near a huge mansion located at the other end of the city. As far as she could recollect, the outer view of the house resembled those magnificent brown building of hogwards. The enormous golden gate had golden carving KHAN: PARADISE'...

"Paradise indeed" She murmured to herself..Zoya however for a moment let her fascinated mind take a break and went inside the house..

. "good morning mam.." Said a man..dressed in a black tuxedo.. A butler' she supposed... She too smiled in response..

"good morning...mmm...I have an interview with mr. khan..where can I find him..?" Zoya inquired.. She quickly scanned the room and was awed with the beauty of the architecture...He certainly has a great taste..

"Sir is waiting for you in the meeting hall mam..you are miss zoya farooqui I suppose.." The man..butler, to be more precise said...and She nodded... "jane..please show mam her way.." The old man called an average looking young lady and asked her to take zoya along..

"Stop stop stop you idiot..!! Will you stop drumming like an idiot.." Zoya ticked off her heart..She was annoyed with her continuous erratic heartbeats... It seemed as if given a chance, her heart would come out and pump!!

"Mam!!" jane shrugged her "I'll take your leave mam... the room is on the next right turn... Good night.." Jane spoke in a low volume..smiled and left..

Zoya slowly took small steps and entered tiger's territory. "Common zoya!! There's nothing to get scared..this aint the first time you up for an interview.. Breath deep and relax.." She ordered herself. Adjusting her professional business grey coloured suits perfectly.. Looking at her reflection for one last time..she knocked the door but found it ajar.. "come in.." Came a voice...
Zoya entered the room and witnessed the most extravagant surrounding she has ever seen in her life. The room had those ancient architecture touch with beautiful primeval carvings on all four walls.. The floor was covered in lush cream carpet and a glass centre table was enhancing the beauty.. She looked around at the black leather couches and 50 inch plasma TV on the wall with a large, elegant bookcase at another wall.. But what caught her attention was the weird combination of room colour.. there was nothing jolly in that..rather.. a dull mishmash of black grey bear a resemblance a haunted place she once saw in discovery haunted nights'..!! seriously? Black and grey! What's wrong with his colour senses..' she thought... As she wandered her eyes..she found another door which she thought was a way to a balcony..Zoya quickly moved towards it and tried opening..but the damn door was too adamant to open... Ok..no worries zoya..one step..no wait..three steps back..run..and push this door..' she mumbled... and to execute her plan, she moved backward..held her breath..and ran towards the door with her eyes closed...But instead of receiving immense pain on her shoulder, which she anticipated, she found herself half way in the air with a strong muscular pair of hands around her waist holding her protectively. She looked at the owner' of those hands and her breath once again got stuck!! Is he a greek god!' her hands as if they somehow managed to have their own brain travelled all the way to his face..his handsome face!! But her hands stopped in the mid way when he himself brought his fingers to remove those ever falling flicks from her face. Her heart, which for a moment had stopped beating, once again was back in action and started beating with all its might. Zoya feared that it would surely break her ribcage now. zoya..relax..this is one of your teenage hormonal -hot-guy-presence-reactions..get a grip..breath in-breath out' but one thing that bothered her was.. this wasn't a guy! He was indeed a grown up man! With such broad muscular chest, almost 5'11 inch height and slight beard on his striking face and..and omg his fragrance! His scent was surely driving her crazy causing her goose bumps for god knows what damn reason... Her body was for sure not in mood to listen her commands so she decided to free herself... Unwillingly though..
So he's just gonna stand,hold and look at her? Cant he see those flushing cheeks of her..idiot..'she cursed him..Zoya tried to free herself once again but her stupid heel was still stuck in the rug... Oh god why me?' Somehow she twisted her body around and slipped out her feet from both stilettos. She stood in her boss's room in bare feet with her heel still stuck in the wretched rug. And to make it even better, her boss.. was still staring at her as if she didn't belong on planet earth. Life wasn't fair...!!
"Good morning sir." Zoya licked her parched lips. "Sorry about that rug. I'll bring you a new one. Promise." She blabbered on. Oh god why did I need to say that? The damn rug looks expensive..stupid hormones'
"Interesting." He raised his eye brows and Zoya stifled the urge to run out of the door and screw the interview. No way in hell she's getting this job now. "If your antics are over then can we start the interview?"
"Huh? Interview?" and here she thought he was going to kick her out of the door. He moved and signaled her to follow him towards the couch. "You're not housekeeping are you?"
"No no. I am Zoya farooqui sir..." And she crossed her fingers behind her back praying that the name doesn't ring any bells.. she really didn't want to get this job just because she's a farooqui..' "And?"
"I..I..meant I am here for interview." And she quickly sat down in front of his plush leather chair. He gave a barely perceived nod and his face was still devoid of any expressions. Gee a small smile wouldn't kill. He was dressed in black dress suit, his hair cut short and slightly gelled up. And he looked breath takingly hot with a dark aura of danger around him. Asad was staring straight into her eyes and she was shifting uncomfortably on her chair. For some reasons, his stare was causing something in the pit of her stomach..like the entire butterfly population has shifted their home there! She gulped under his gaze and tried looking normal. Then slowly he brought his hand towards her cheeks and touched it ever so lightly causing zoya to jump in nervousness..
The lid of voice box snapped shut in zoya's throat. "Aaahh." Was all she could gag out.
"Relax..there's nothing to be scared off." Asad said.'god..is he for real? Here, I m seeing the world's most happening creature with such heavenly looks for the first time and he's saying there's nothing to get nervous??' she muttered
"Yes? Why are you standing?" he barely raised a brow as he leaned back in his plush leather chair with a hint of smirk hovering over his mouth. "Sit back down. The interview hasn't even started yet." And he went back to checking her file with his classic blank expressions again. There was so many things Zoya wanted to say and so many ways Zoya wanted to hit him that she stood there twitching in her place making tight fists to stop herself from jumping across and smacking him.. She herself didn't know what was the root of her so much anger..All her girly reactions for him flew out of the window. A moment before he stared her as if she was the most fascinating thing god ever created and the other sec. a complete blank expression enclosed his face!
"I get a feeling that you want to say something but having trouble to communicate." He said calmly while still turning pages of her resume..She could think of ten things she wanted to scream at his face but her mouth was still unable to form words. Then he looked at up and all her breath left her in a big huff. "Is that true Zoya?" "Mr Khan-" "Yes I understand that's my name. Now will you please take a seat so we can continue with the interview miss farooqui?"
She should have left then man... Left her most expensive stilettos on his damn rug and legged it... There was something so powerfully attractive in the way he said her name like he was rolling it off his tongue, that she lost all control of her body and slumped down on the chair in a daze. He gave her a barely perceived nod as his lips twitched a bit. "Finally." He murmured to himself and switched back to his business mode. "So..No past experience?"
She cleared her throat and answered, "Yes sir..i have just cleared my high school and this is my first year in college..but If I get this job..i promise not to let you down.." He folded his arms and leaned leisurely back in his chair again. He suddenly looked more hot and intimidating... OH god zoya..for heaven's sake...get a grip!! And Be still my heart!' Zoya gritted her teeth.. He gave her a knowing nod and closed her file. "I could ask you all those typical interview questions but looking at your comfidence, I am quite impressed..." He said getting up and zoya just looked up wondering what is coming up. "Since I quite urgently need a secretary, I'll make you a job offer here. Miss Zoya farooqui, the job is yours if you want to take." She opened her mouth to say something but was so shocked that nothing came out. What? Just like that he'll give her the job? She had a fleeting thought at the back of her mind to refuse the job proposal as Just imagining being with THE ASAD AHMED KHAN day and night made her heart race so fast. But then Asad came around the table and stood over her looking so strikingly handsome that all rational thoughts left her mind and all she could think of what it would feel like to be kissed by him ? To lose herself completely under his spell that she wouldn't even remember her last name if someone asked that time.. ZOYA! Stop it..'
"So..are we done with interview sir?" She asked... "Mmm yes..." He touched the bridge of his nose and moved closer to her..again.. But this time zoya took her cell and moved away.. "Hey hey hey...who do you think you are calling?"
"My chauffer sir..i should be going..i'll join from the morning.." She said and dialed the number but he came forward and took her cell.. "Mr khan..What the.." She screamed but when his dark pitch black eyes looked intently at her with anger'? she quietly looked down and mumbled the left F*** word'
"So do you know why you are here?" hearing the slight chuckle in his voice she smiled looking at him.
"I'm here to help you run the household and assist in you're office work I just graduated and.." "Spare me the details.. I see you're brother have not informed you that the great aryan farooqui sold you to me for a price..." She looked at him stunned as he moved closer to her and placed the backhand of his finger down her face as she moved back gasping not believing him shaking her head in disbelief.. "You are having a problem sir..we just now finished an interview and u have appointed me as your secretary..didnt you sir..?" Zoya now panicked and her tears threatened to spill up any moment..though she didn't doubt her brother as she was sure he would never ever do this to her...
"I think you don't trust your new boss..here..Read for you're self.. He must have told you that he'll come to pick u by 8..and my dear is half past 9... I will be going doing stair for Dinner and I want you to join me soon.." he placed the letter in her hand and he head for the door smiling..
"By the way.. you will come down stairs to join me and I will see you in 30 minutes.. washroom, is through that door" he said firmly closing the door behind him...
Zoya felt her head dizzy and her hand shivered..Her heart again started beating furiously but this time for a different reason. However she decided to read the letter..because ayaan indeed didn't come to pick her up..neither did the chauffer.. With her trembling hands and tearful eyes..zoya opened the letter..
'Dear Mr Khan As Agreed, I am giving you Zoya.. my sister she will now be your responsibility and I hope you will be gentle with her as she knows nothing about our agreement... According to the fix' you will let me work for this case and help me with arrest of criminals... May the lord forgive me for this Sin..I am sorry my child I had no other choice..
Aryan Farooqui..'


Feeling the tears running down her face she slumped on the floor heart broken...



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With the onset of autumn, storm clouded zoya's life. The nature bemoaned in her dismay and the wind whispered her suffering. Under the hazardous thunder, sat zoya, holding the letter firmly...trying to scrutinize what just happened...
As the clouds refused to hold up the vapor, rain dribbled down..and her eyes soon following it, shed the tears. Feeling of being betrayed by the only family, was too much to take for an eighteen year old. Although some where deep down her heart was still reluctant to accept this, but her mind was obstinate to believe what her eyes witnessed. That handwriting was very much familiar to her. She knew it was Aryan only who wrote the letter...Fisting her hands tightly, she broke down..once again...

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An hour had passed and zoya didn't budge from her spot. She was drained out..both mentally and physically. Her eyes were now desiccated and no more tears came out as numbness overpowered all her senses..The clock struck 10 and zoya got out of her trace. All her thinking abilities were long gone. She didn't want to feel anything..But for a moment her emotional part of the brain took a break and the rational part realized that her love and respect for her bhaijaan was way too much strong to doubt any of his deeds. There must be some very brawny reason behind this. He had been her everything! Be it her family, her best friend, or..her father... If she was hurt by this, then surely bhaijaan would have been much more hurt...She was his little angel after all..wasnt she..? It must had been the toughest decisions for him as well... She knew what she had to do..She'll run away...!! Yes..!! She'll run...She couldn't stay with this specimen who defined perfection..!!So gearing her self up..zoya went to freshen up..with new energy... ... Little did she know what destiny had in store for her..


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Zoya was getting nervous now. The man in front of her had not spoken for the last 5 min and had just stared at his laptop. She was desperate to know what exactly he was thinking... The minute she entered the dining room, his eyes never left her..He was indeed an epitome of excellence... Will you for heaven's sake stop beating like a mad..Dear heart..?' She cursed her ever so increasing beat...But she couldn't help..Asad ahmed khan, who was now in his informals with just one black Tshirt which was perfectly enhancing his well toned body and grey three forths made him look killing. Breath in-breath out..zoya, breath in-breath out..Concentrate..Yeah..concentr...OMFG..HE Has SIX PACKS..!!' She gasped as her eyes eyed' him..

"Will you please stop staring me Miss Farooqui" Asad exclaimed..He had been observing her from quite a time..her eyes were missing the shine it had few hours back..She must had cried.. but Asad felt awkward when she was openly checking him out...! Not that, it's the first time but there was this tingling sensation he felt at the pit of his stomach when zoya's eyes were piercing through his body. THIS was surely new for him..Something he never experienced before...But before he could go into details of this intruder feeling, he heard zoya mumbling..
one-two-three-four-five-SIX-SEVEN..? no no...once again..one-two-three-four-five-six..and there's the seventh one.. Allah miya.. Is it a new fashion which I didn't know..!' Zoya couldn't help but do a quick go-through-all-magazine pages- exercise.. This is not possible..!! How come its seven..!! I don't remember I've read anywhere about this new trend..!!' She mumbled..Her eyes once again stabbing his torso!

"Miss farooqui.." No reply.. "Miss farooqui.." Still..no rpl... "ZOYA"!!!! Asad now yelled, bringing back zoya from her gaze..!!
"What are you doing..? Do I look like a teen aged guy on whom you can drool on..?

"Allah miya what's wrong with you mr. khan!!! SEVEN..?? ReallY?"

"Miss farooqui..What seven.." Asad sighed..He was now losing it..!! Here, he was having a tough time to hold himself under her unbreakable shameless stare and she was talking something shit.. seven'!!

"Mr. khan where did you find about this new thing! I mean..'I' THE ZOYA FAROOQUI didn't know about it..You know, I m the fashion DIVA..!! N even then I don't know..No wait...I think, its your fault..You don't have a fashion and health sense..!!" Zoya spoke in terrorized tone...man..Her image was on stake.. !!

"Miss farooqui... tell what seven you are talking about before I start hating this damn number only!"

"Allah Miya..!! Your Packs mr. khan!! You've got SEVEN packs? Six kam pad gaye the kya! Or was eighth really tough to get?"

Asad couldn't help but roll his eyes in the weirdest of manner. This good for nothing girl wasted his 7 min. for his 7 ABS..?? How could she..!! Its his damn choice..he can have any number of abs he wants...so what if its 7..Wait..WHAT..?? 7..?? SEVEN..?? Terror suddenly enveloped his body as his mind registered her words. On its own accord, his eyes moved towards his abs.. One..Two..Three..Four..Five..Six...S.E.V.E.N...'His heartbeat raced as the Eighth one was indeed missing! The hands then came into action and tried feeling them..and finally he got his breath back when the eight Aab was found..Finally! Now it was time to show This fanatical girl How perfect Set of Abs he had..
Asad slowly moved towards her and took her hand into his. But the moment their skin touched, A sensational feeling crept. Zoya, for the umpteenth time, cursed her hormones for reacting frantically. Allah Miya what's wrong with me! No..What's wrong with these stupid hormones!'Her heart, Once again was all set to rip her ribcage. .. And for asad.. For the first time in his whole life he felt shivers running down his spine, he felt jammed at his spot..A mere touch of hers created havoc inside him. He looked up and was at once drawn into those beautiful brown eyes. The surroundings went blank with just two of them staring at each other Intently. For the first time, his eyes did not blink, he was mesmerized beyond limits at the view in front of him..This eighteen year old girl provoke feelings inside him which he never knew existed.
Just after his this little discovery, For the first time he felt his heartbeat stopping, for the first time he felt hot burning sensations invading his body and brutally affecting it..The second he laid his eyes on her his control vanished, his mind stopped working and the demons inside him shouted at their peaks to tear her clothes apart and claim her right there, hard and harder.. He felt over ruled, never had he felt so strong so desperate and in need..He saw the most beautiful and angelic girl in front of him...The girl who left him stunned to no limits. He eyed her body right from her head to her toe.. Her perfect desirable curvy body made him think twice if this was even possible to have such a beauty.. Her each and every curve was pulling him like a magnet. Zoya finally looked away feeling uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. His eyes creating inexpressible feelings inside her. Asad licked his lips to stop himself and Her too short hot pants and overly large Tshirt, lining her perfect body and exposing her milky flawlessly shaped legs were not helping either. He felt an uncontrollable storm raging in his body. It wanted to come out and wildly fulfill his every desire. His brain had stopped working long ago; he once again led his eyes to her face. Her soft jaw line her tempting rosy red lips, Shining with gloss, perfectly shaped and utterly soft and juicy telling him to kiss her fiercely. She was utmost beautiful and sexy, her hot body warmed him up to no limits. For the first time he felt so weak and vulnerable, he felt he was a drug addict and she was his only drug he needed right now, he felt dizzy and in need.
Zoya didn't know what to do or feel. She so desperately wanted to move away but it seemed as if her legs had its own mind who completely refused to move. The duo was so much into the moment that they forgot that their hands were still entangled. She thought There was this unspoken attraction which held them.. Her realization made her blush a little and a small smile crept on her lips...
When he saw the beautiful smile playing , he got it then and there.. He wanted her, he wanted her badly and insanely. He wanted to touch her feel her, he wanted to redden her skin with his teeth, he wanted to claim her lips badly, he wanted to drag her to the corner and make love to her like no one had ever made to someone so hard and wild. Not able to control himself any more, He pulled her more into him. Their noses were now touching and lips were inches apart. Asad was slowly closing the distance and zoya, anticipating her first ever kiss parted her trembling lips, Ignoring the wild heart. They moved closer...and closer...and...
"Sir.. the food is..." the servant entered the whole and was dead on his track after witnessing a almost kiss' position of his boss and the new young girl. Zoya jumped away from him and hell, all her RBCs rushed to her cheeks making her flush.. Asad however was brought back to reality and hated the new feeling that was born today. The old stone face was back and he too moved back.


"We'll be coming in a min. anwar..leave.." Asad ordered and the cutler went away.

Neither asad nor zoya said anything. Zoya was still in daze and didn't know how to react. Was he..Was he just going to kiss her? Not that she didn't want to get kissed by this Greek god, but come on..She's a girl..she had, for many years kept it for her prince charming who would kiss her claiming how much he loves her..and this chor..this bloody stealer wanted to steal her FIRST kiss?? Just like that?? Looser!' She cursed him. Whereas Asad was Angry. Way too angry to think anything. Not with her..not with anwar but with himself..Why on earth did he react this way..There was undeniable desirability he felt for her at that moment. And he could swear it was beyond the physical level..and this made him ever more angrier. He's a monster and he should feel nothing but hatred and abhorrence, but today, he felt human..and he hated it.

But his mind then came up with a reason he thought was true. She deliberately did it. She on purpose wore such kind of outfit and was eyeing him from the beginning.. He was no fool to ignore those blushes she had whenever he saw her. She might be young but was surely not Kid.. How dare she seduce him'!



So as a final point he decided to get back to her on his own way. Zoya farooqui had called it, and she Would pay for it..
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Finally the silence got too much for her and she started to say something when she saw a flicker of victory on Asad's face. That shut her up and she glared back at him. The glaring contest continued for some time till Asad's expression changed to a sly one. He threw his coat and tie on the couch and slowly made his way towards her.
Zoya gulped as he came closer 'What are you doing?' She found herself backed against the red wall. Asad trapped her in the prison of his arms by placing them on either side of her face against the wall and gazed at her dreamy eyes, full lips and high cheek bones. He leaned forward and let his breath caress her butter smooth skin... Zoya shivered.
'So you want to work, huh?'
'Y...Y...yee...ss...yes' she stammered...
Well..now when your dearest brother has left u on my mercy.. I've a perfect job for you'. Zoya stared at him, confused. Wasn't she his secretary..?

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