Broken

A Sweet Encounter

"Ya Allah.. ab humara kya hoga? " Zoya was at peak with her anxiety level. The fear she had right now was real. She was pacing up and down in the room since last one hour muttering things that didnt make any sense to Noor, who was watching her appi getting restless.
"Appi , hua kya? Aap kuch batayengi?" Noor asked for the third time.
"Kuch nahi."
Noor jumped in front of Zoya blocking her way. She held her shoulders and tried to calm her down.
"APPI..SHANT! HUA KYA?"
"Noor.. woh kal hum aur Arshad.." Zoya began to talk.
"Wow Appi! Aap mili Arshad se.. kya kaha unhone? Aapne kya kaha?" Noor asked in an excited tone obviously unaware that Arshad hadnt yet proposed Zoya.
"Kaisi baatein kar rahi hai aap? Hum roz hi Arshad se milte hai. Jo roz baatein hoti hai, wahi huyi." Zoya was surprised at Noor's reaction.
Noor realised that she had almost ruined Arshad's surprise but it was not her fault really.
"Nii Appi, woh aise hi.. aap bataiye aap kyu tension mein hai?" She asked trying to deviate from the topic.
Normally Zoya would have tried to figure out what was Noor saying but she had a bigger problem to deal with right now. So she saved that thought for later.
"Woh kal hum Sahir ke office gaye the.. raat mein..kisi kaam se. Waha Arshad bhi aa gaye the. Waha humara pendant gir gaya." Zoya said with fear evident in her voice.
"Haan toh jaa kar le lijeye na. Isme itna darne waali konsi baat hai?"
Noor said casually.
"Noor woh Sahir Azeem Chaudhary hai. Agar unko pata chal gaya na toh woh hume goli maarenge. Fir zinda karenge.. fir dobara goli marenge." Zoya said .
Noor started laughing.
"Aapko itne serious situation mein hasi aa rahi hai?" Zoya said with anger and surprise.
"Sorry Appi.. woh hum kya kare.. aapki kismat bhi na. Poori duniya mein aapko job mili bhi toh unke yaha jinse aapka nikaah hone wala tha. Aur ab aap bilkul unki biwi ki tarah baatein kar rahi hai jinko darr hai ki unka shauhar unki chori na pakad le." Noor said.
"That's not funny Noor. Woh humare boss hai. " Zoya was now all serious. Noor sensed the sudden tension and changed the topic.
"Accha theek hai Appi. I am sorry. Ab aap bataiye.. aap karne kya waali hai?" Noor asked.
"Hmm.. pendant toh laana hoga." Zoya said thoughtfully.
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Praying to God before meeting Sahir has been a regular thing for Zoya. After that little loosing self control incident, she was already tensed to face him. She had no idea what justification, she will give for her inappropriate behaviour and now she had another thing to worry about. If Sahir finds out that she entered his office without permission, he will be furious. Not even Linda is allowed inside his cabin without his permission. Gathering courage she stepped out of the cab only to get her foot immersed in mud. It had been raining for few days and this kind of scenario was common all over the city.
"Oh crap.! Aaj ka din hi kharab hai." She was now really annoyed. Her new shoes was now all covered with mud. She looked like an annoyed teenage girl who was quite frustrated with everything around.
She was wearing a blue colour top paired with black jeans. Anybody who looked at her would predict that she was in her mid twenties and went to college. Her hair was  tied in a high pony tail.
She was trying to get mud off her shoes by rubbing it on the mat just outside the entrance of the building.
Just then a black mercedes parked outside the entrance and Sahir stepped out of it. He was about to enter the gate when he noticed Zoya. A smile formed on his lips.
"Great day haan?" Sahir said in a teasing tone.
Zoya easily recognized that voice.
"Ohh damn! This is not the place and time." She thought to herself. She slowly moved her gaze from her shoes to his face. He was giving one of the brightest smile. Something rarely expected of him.
"Thank God! Hitler is in good mood today" Zoya said in an inaudible tone.
"Sorry?"
"Nahi.. kuch nahi. " she still wasnt so sure of what to speak. Sahir's reaction that day was disturbing.
"So.. Is it clean now?" Sahir asked playfully. Zoya was now a little relaxed. Maybe that topic is never coming up and for good.
"Yes. Itni badi company chalate hai. Kamse kam office building ke bahar toh yeh mitti nahi honi chaiye thi." Zoya said complaining.
"Zoya. Baarish mein poore Lucknow mein aisa hi hota hai. " Sahir passed her 'I can do nothing about it ' look.
"ya ya whatever."
"So shall we go inside now? Paper work needs to be completed. Right? Sahir asked.
"Yes sir." Zoya was not sure whether she should call him by his name or not.
Though Sahir noticed it and perhaps he knew the reason of it, he chose to ignore it.
They entered the lift together. It was just two of them in the lift. Sahir finally spoke.
"Zoya.. that day.. "
"Sahir. I know. I am really sorry about it . I dont know hume kya ho gaya tha." Zoya interupted him.
"Nahi.. mai keh raha tha.. uss din hum dinner pe nahi jaa paaye the. So if you are free tonight. We can plan for it. Celebration is due. Right? And Sahir Azeem Chaudhary kuch bhi Adhoora nii rehne deta." Sahir said in a calm tone.
Zoya was shocked. She felt stupid for bringing it up. She gently nodded.
"Its 8 pm sharp today. I will pick you up." Sahir said.
"Ok" she replied.
After a moment of silence, Sahir spoke again.
"Waise Zoya.. uss din tumhari galti nahi thi. I am really hot and handsome. Anybody could have lost control." He winked at her. Just then the lift door opened and Sahir walked out leaving Zoya all shocked. It will take time for Zoya to get used to these mood swings of Sahir. She slowly got out of the lift and followed Sahir to the cabin.
"Ok so I have read these papers. Where I have to sign?" Sahir asked Zoya.
However, Zoya's gaze was searching for her pendant around.
"Zoya?"
"Yes sir." Zoya instantly looked at Sahir.
"Where should I sign?" Sahir repeated his question.
"Here." She pointed with her index finger.
"Mil gaya!" Zoya blurted out loud as soon as she saw her pendant near Sahir's feet.
It startled Sahir.
"Kon mil gaya.?" Sahir said with panic. He was about to look down .
"Sahir.. I mean Sir.. you know.. " Zoya fumbled. She should not let Sahir look down.
Sahir looked at her with a confused look. She slowly got up from her chair and started walking towards him.
"Sir.. you were right.. I lost control that day.. but not my fault you see." Zoya said in a slow, seducing tone as she approached Sahir with her gaze occassionally wandering to the pendant.
"Zoya.. what are you saying?" Sahir was now more confused than ever.
"You know.. SIR. You are so.. " Zoya was now facing Sahir. Sahir gulped a huge lump in his throat. For the first time ever he was really nervous.
"You are so.." Zoya looked at the pendant which now within her reach.
"You are so..RESPECTABLE that I feel like touching your feet." She said quickly and bent down.
Sahir jumped and quickly took two steps back.
"What the hell Zoya? Kar kya rahi ho tum?" Sahir said almost shouting.
Zoya stood up in a moment. She would never in her wildest dreams thought, she would ever do that. That too with Sahir.
She clenched pendant in her fist. She was really embarrassed but she had no other option.
"ZOYA.. MAI TUMHE ITNA BUDHA LAGTA HUN?" Sahir said almost as if his ego was hurt. Two days back this woman wanted to kiss him and now she was touching his feets. He was really confused.
"Sorry.. Sorry.. I dont know hume kya ho gaya hai aajkal." She said and turned to rush out of the cabin .Accidently, she again hit the table that was now shifted away from the door. All thanks to Zoya Siddiqui. The vase as usual fell and broke again.
"Zoya! " Sahir face palmed.
"Sorry.. Sorry Sir.." Zoya was now wishing for the ground to burst open and swallow her.
"Its 3rd one this month. You know I thought it was a joke but now I feel you really can ruin me. Cmon, I am not keeping any more vases in my cabin." Sahir said in a sarcastic tone.
Zoya wanted to run away as fast as possible.
"Zoya.. 8 baje." Sahir shouted from behind as she left the cabin.
She got out of the office and clutched the pendant to her chest.
"Aaj toh hum baal baal bache." She sighed.
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Zoya was on her way back home. It had nearly been 3 hours since she had left Saiyaara's office. Before returning to her apartment, she thought of meeting her Abbu and Ammi.
While she was lost in her thoughts looking out of the car's window, she spotted something.
"Stop..stop." she commanded the driver.
It was slightly raining. It was around 5 pm.
She spotted a familiar face in a group of young boys playing football. It was Sahir. The sleeves of his white shirt was rolled up. His black tie was now all loose and his shirt was not tucked anymore. It was a shabby apperance a total contrast to his impeccable office look yet he looked as charismatic as ever. His hair was now all wet in rain. He resembled the Greek God. It was impossible to put in words how amazing he looked and the rarest part was he was smiling and ocassionally laughing. For the first time, Zoya felt that he was living not just surviving. She got closer to have a better look.
"Sahir bhaiya.. paas ." A young boy in his teens shouted.
Sahir passed him the ball and he shot the ball straight in the nets.
"GOAL" Sahir was all excited.
He went and hugged few boys who were in his team.  A wide smile grazed Zoya's lips.
Not really sure when it happened, maybe when Sahir took care of her for the first time or maybe when they were parting ways. Maybe it was when she first met him at Saiyaara or maybe when they were talking under the sky. Maybe it was this very moment when she saw him play in rain but she was sure of one thing. No matter how much she tried to deny. Her brain had lost the battle. For she knew in her heart that she was in love. Zoya Siddiqui was in love with Sahir Azeem Chaudhary.
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Hello. So here is a quick update.
I am happy how this chapter has come out. I enjoyed writing it. I hope you like it too.
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Shivja❤