"Asad! Dude eat your breakfast before you leave man!" Rashid hollered from the kitchen to a cranky Asad, who had come to visit his father in Manhattan.
"Dad can you please stop talking like that?" He asked scratching his head.
"Like what?"
"Like Ayaan!" Asad said yawning. He hated it when people talked like that. He came up to the tall kitchen island and sat on a barstool.
"Asad, you...do know what today is right?" Rashid asked, suddenly looking solemn.
"What?" Asad said curtly, taking a bite of his cold omlette and realizing where the topic was heading.
"Asad don't pretend." Rashid questioned sternly.
"I know." Asad hissed and shoved the plate to the floor, startling Rashid. He pressed the bridge of his nose and walked away. "I'm sorry." He muttered before picking up his briefcase and heading out the door.
Rashid stared at the wooden door of the huge apartment that Asad had bought him, somehow it never seemed as homely as their house in Bhopal. That of course, was when Dilshad was...
He shook his head and went back to the kitchen.
* * *
"No! Please no Abbu please..." She begged.
"You'll get what you deserve you dirty mongrel!" He whispered in a voice that sent chills down her spine. She saw him wiping a whiplash.
"Please no..." She cried and thrashed around her legs.
"You had the guts to tell your Ammi what you saw? Well, now I'm going to make sure you never do that again!" He said coldly and hit the whiplash against the floor. Threatening her.
"Yes! Because she deserves to know! She's your-" Her words were drowned in a scream from her own mouth. She looked at her arm and saw a huge gash cutting across it. The sight of the gash invoked an unknown kind of anger in her.
"YOU KNOW WHAT? SCREW YOU!" She screeched before doubling over in pain as she felt another gash form across her back.
"You dare speak to me in such a manner?"
*Crack!*
"Don't you have any manners?"
*Crack!*
"You are a shame to the family!"
*CRACK!*
"I'M NOT!" Zoya yelled and sat up, sweating. She looked around frantically, and calmed down as she realized she was in her apartment. Safe. In New York. Zoya looked at her alarm clock and buried her face in her hands,
3 AM. How ironic.
Round and round we go...
Zoya sighed and fell back to sleep. It felt like a mere 5 minutes when-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"OH COME ON!" She huffed and jumped off her comfy bed. Her oh so comfy bed! She quickly stomped off to the bathroom and freshened up, getting ready to face the day. She took a quick shower and set her hair. She contemplated on her outfit, as always and decided to leave it on Mitch whenever he arrives.
Soon, the smell of scrambled eggs filled the apartment as she served herself the scrumptious meal. Just as she was about to take her first bite, the doorbell rang.
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Lost Without You (AsYa)
RomanceAsad and Zoya couldn't be more different, he is known for being quite the ladiesman, she is just looking for someone to rely on. He's a self-made millionaire, she's a rising graphic designer and digital artist. But somehow, through the most random c...
