Zoya
How dare he? How could he just behave like that to me? How?
My head was pounding from the moment I came out of Abrar's cabin. His damn attitude pissed me off.
I, the Zoya Ali, who never pleaded or requested to anyone, who never cared what people thought about me, who never explained to anyone literally requested to him. And what the heck had he done with me? Showed his stupid attitude!
I grabbed the vase from the desk and clutched it tight, closing my eyes to absorb whatever he said to me.
We had nothing between us!
Wow!
That was another gift from Mr. Abrar Zafar to me. He made it clear that he was still sticking to his ex. And I was nothing to him. I let out deep sighs before opening my eyes again. My nerves stopped shaking, my heartbeats went normal as I felt immense sadness filling inside me more than anger.
"Liar!" I gritted my teeth and looked aside at the curtain, he was on the opposite side. "Such a liar you are!"
Zoya"What?", I blurted out when Kiara told me Abrar's demand.I couldn't believe it. He might be out of his mind to expect this from me. I would go to him and request him to join the lunch. If everything was normal, I would do that. But after that heated argument, he wanted me to do this! He would have to apologize."Y-yes, ma'am", Kiara mumbled, dropping her head."What did you say?", I asked."I said I would tell you""Really?", I shrugged. "Couldn't you say that I can't come?""Ma'am, now he's my senior too. How can I—", she strived to say."Shut up. You're good for nothing", I groaned. "Leave now"She stammered and turned around. "Sorry, ma'am""Leave", I groaned.The next moment, she rushed out of the cabin. I was strolling inside the cabin t reduce the anger and my phone was buzzing continuously.I grabbed the landline and called up Abrar. I could hear his tel
ZoyaMy head felt like a big pressure cooker that could blast right away. He walked past me out of the cabin."Arrggghhh", I felt like attacking him but I had no other way left."Zoya, we are getting late", he screamed from outside. I gritted my teeth and wished he could be there in between my teeth and I could munch him off."Coming", I screamed back."I'll see you at home, Mr. Zafar. Just wait", shrugging, I came out of the cabin. He was standing there, pulling a wry smile on his face.As I walked towards him, he locked my arm with his one. I said nothing and we left for the restaurant.*"Here they come", abbu beamed as we reached the massive table of the restaurant. Apart from abbu, Kaiser and Irtaza there were a few staff from Kaiser's company and a few from ours like Sahani, Kaif, and Rony."Good afternoon", I faked a smile and shot a glare to Abrar. He looked at me, rolling his eyes in confusion."What happ
ZoyaHis smile was always the evil one."Abbu, how can I? I mean it's such an old project. I know nothing about it yet. Let me handle the new project", I said."That's not a problem. Abrar knows about it well. He can guide you", abbu said. "And it'll be really good if you both work on the same project. You can discuss it anytime"I didn't know that Abrar was working on the same thing. Besides, it seemed to be good if I stayed with him while Irtaza would be there.I looked at Abrar. He seemed to be convinced with what abbu said and shook his head."I think Mr. Ali is giving me chances to give you proper coaching and class schedule", Abrar whispered while giggling.The topic which kept torturing me the whole day, now making me laugh. I chuckled at him."I think the student is now willing to take the course", he winked at me."And the student hopes that the teacher won't be too much grumpy", I rolled my eyes at him.
Abrar"Zoya is looking so calm after coming back home. Did you say something to her?", dadi looked at me with her suspicious eyes, making me feel like a culprit. I got clueless and rolled my eyes, unable to say something."What? Tell me. See, she is really upset", dadi said, looking at Zoya from the kitchen counter. She was arranging the table for dinner.I paused for a moment while looking at her. Her eyes met mine abruptly for a while, then she immediately drove them away. I wondered if any of my actions offended her. I didn't want to hurt her sentiments, nor I did anything wrong. Then what exactly affected her so much?"Will you tell me?", dadi shrugged next to me while filling the bowl with curry and then handing it to me."Nothing, dadi. Just argued", I said and I knew dadi would not try to ask about the matter."If it's only an argument from both sides then it's fine. But I hope you didn't do anything one-sided that hurt
AbrarHer words confused me. I remained standing there like a statue, unable to understand what she exactly meant. I tried to repeat her words as her reactions flashed into my mind.She said it affected her because it didn't feel bad? What the heck was that? Zoya and her twisted words! When I was assured that I started knowing her well, she made sure that I stumbled upon the fact that she was impossible to understand.I glanced at her for once. She was not sleeping. Though she was not facing me, I could say she was still awake."Good night, Zoya", I grumbled and walked towards my couch, expecting her to reply to me. But she didn't.I pulled on my quilt and looked at her."And please decide if you want to say things clearly to me. I can't crack riddles after a hectic day", my voice was harsh. She didn't say anything as I expected."Isn't not replying to someone after repeated questions a bad manner?", she spoke after a while."Y
AbrarZoya was never a sensitive girl but I could sense she was holding back her tears too. She had many things unwrapped inside her that I didn't know. However, I always knew that there was another Zoya hidden inside her whom I still didn't know."Are you missing your ammi too? You can call her up", I said when I listened to her broken voice."Nothing like that. And I never cried missing my ammi. I cried missing her last time when I was twelve. That was the last time", she said."You were in—""America", she said before I could speak. "Eight years in America. Six years in Delhi. Far away from them. I'm kinda habitual to stay alone"I never felt like she was out of the country for such a long time. Her behavior never felt that way. She was always like the desi girl."What's in Delhi? I mean you finished your studies in America if I'm not wrong", I asked curiously because it was something that I was totally unaware of. "Sorry if
Abrar "You didn't tell me anything about it", I clamored in surprise. "I would do it after a few months", she glared at me. "So, it would take time to tell you. No?" "Yeah", I sniffed. "Now, if this truth comes out, I'm afraid that they may try to drag this matter again", she was tensed. I could sense her tension from the moment Irtaza showed up. At that moment, I wanted to remind her that once I told her she would have to pay a big price for this lie. However, she was too tensed. I didn't want to blame her more. She knew she invited this for herself. "Don't worry. We'll tackle the situation well", I smiled at her. Our eyes met and a smile of relief came across her face too. "I thought you would bash me because I was the one to start this", she muttered. "You started this lie alone but we lived this lie together. Even it ends, it will end with us", I told her. We kept staring at each other for a while. "
Zoya"What happened? Scared?", he asked with the same creepy smirk on his face which used to piss me off. I clenched my fists while gawking at him."I'm not scared of anyone if you literally know a little bit of me, Irtaza. If you're here to utter this nonsense, you better get lost. I'm not interested in dragging the past", I shrugged off, looking straight into his eyes."Nor do I, Zoya. I don't want to. But what to do? You're not easy to forget?", he bit his lower lip then licked them, staring at me. Leaning back to his chair, he looked at the ceiling when I was trying my best not to lose it."I'm not easy to forget or my rejection was not easy to forget. Ego!", I blurted out. He hated me. I knew he hated me, my attitude, my personality. Everything. There was no chance that he would still be stuck there because he liked me."As if you don't have an ego, Zoya Ali, ops! Now, it's Mrs. Zoya Zafar. Sounds so— I mean, gosh! You could be Mrs. Zoya