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Author’s P. O. V.Zoya bite her lip as she stood up from the chair looking outside; “what are these two even talking about? It's been 5 minutes,” She huffed as she looked at the door to Yash’s office again.It was not even see-through, she had no idea what was going on in there; after what felt like hours of waiting she heard the door open; Zoya heard the clicks of heels on the floor as she managed to pull off a small smile on her face.“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Rachel said as she took a seat in front of Zoya.“It's okay,” Zoya said in a polite tone as she looked at her.“So let’s start by making you understand Mr. Kapoor’s schedule,” Rachel said as she opened something on the tab.“First of all, the time of office is 8 am, Yash is never late so try not to do that,” Rachel said as Zoya nodded.“12 o clock is his lunch timing, 4 pm snack, checking the legal documents for any sort of loopholes as that is your expertise, meeting and all will be fixed by me and you need to accompan
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Author’s P. O. V.Zoya picked her things from the desk as she got up and shut down the laptop; being Yash Kapoor’s assistant meant running in heels. She was tired from such a long day and the sedatives the nurse gave her to reduce the pain were not helping either.“Ms. Zoya?” Yash knocked on the door of her cabin as Zoya looked up; her nervousness was at its peak, and she could not afford to show her face to him.“Yes sir?” she asked in a polite but professional tone as she straightened her back.“What’s your ride to your home? Do you own any vehicle?” Yash asked.“Umm no?” Zoya was confused.“Alright, my driver will drop you off today, a new vehicle will be provided to you within this week,” Yash said as Zoya’s eyes widened; she was supposed to keep a low profile, but Yash’s driver dropping her will mean too much attention.“Sir, I’ll call a cab,” Zoya was hesitant to be in the same space as him after how rudely he spoke to her today, for god’s sake she was just asking a question.“T
Thirst stop me
Author’s P. O. V.“And inhale…”Sherlin took a deep breath along with all the other Yoga students.“Exhale, slowly and steady… once again, inhale from the left nostril and exhale from right,” She said as she stopped Kabir who was doing it all wrong once again.“Nia, take over please,” She said to the other teacher who was in the garden with her. Sherlin walked through the line of students; Kabir was in the last line; she looked at him once before she walked away.Sherlin splashed water on her face as she opened her eyes only to find Kabir leaning against the door; looking at her through the mirror.“Why did you call me here?” He asked as he put his hands in his pocket; his posture giving off such an annoying impression, Shelrin was already irritated with him.“What the fuck were you doing out there?” She asked as she threw the towel on the floor in anger. Kabir raised his eyebrow at her as he walked near her.“What the fuck did I do exactly?” he whispered against her skin taking the sl
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Author’s P. O. V.“Oh hell, how did this happen?” Rachel gasped as soon as her eyes fell on Zoya’s swollen head that had a bandage wrapped around it; She was going to touch it but Zoya stepped back, and with huge difficulty, she stitched her wound.Touching it can make her bleed and that is the last thing she wants.Yash was hearing all of this; his eyes fell on Zoya who was wearing beige pants and a black turtle neck top; “Yash…” Rachel acknowledged his presence as Zoya turned around to look at Yash; once again he was in white clothes.“Di, Zoya,” Yash stood in front of them as he looked at her; she had makeup on white half of her face was covered with a cloth.“You did not tell me how did this happen?” Rachel asked as Yash looked at her too.“Umm… I slipped in the bathroom last night,” Zoya lowered her eyes; she wanted to make it seem like she was embarrassed about it.“Oh that happens,” Rachel laughed it off but Yash observed her for a second; he knew she was lying, something in hi
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Author’s P. O. V.“Give us the money,” a man said all of sudden catching Zoya’s hand as she was just about to open the door of the house,“Money, we know you have it,” two more came as she clenched her purse close to her chest; she could not afford to give off something that was in her purse; one thing she always kept with her.“Stnach her purse!” the first one said to the others as The other two held her held; Zoya managed to bite on the arm of the guy before she tried to run but was pulled back by her head; The stitch on her forehead hurt as soon as they pulled her hair.“How much of a valuable thing is in that purse that you are trying to fight us beautiful,” The second guy said as he pulled out a knife from his pocket.“Stay the fuck away from me,” Zoya was about to hit the guy where the sun does not shine when she saw Kabir at a distance dressed in disguise as a rickshaw wala.Before she could compute anything else, the guy who was trying to steal her purse was snatched away like
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Author’s P. O. V.“Zoya, my lunch,” Yash said to Zoya who was busy taking a call; Rachel was not in the office so Yash had to adjust with Zoya; surprisingly to him, she was working very efficiently as if she had been doing this for years.“Yes, sir,” She said as she kept the phone on the desk and wrote something on her notepad before she walked out to get his lunch; she greeted the few fellow guys she often grabbed files from. Everyone was surprised to like her so easily.She went to the cafeteria and asked for Yash’s lunch. “Jimmy?” She called the guy who was assigned to make Yash’s lunch every day, lunch in his meaning means only boiling vegetables for Mr. Kapoor.“there’s a lot of rush today, do you mind if I pack them myself today?” Zoya asked as Jimmy looked at her; he trusted her and now that she was Yash’s assistant it makes sense.And besides, he can use some help in the rush hour.“There is a white casserole, in which everything is, the basket and plates are packed right besi
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Author's P. O. V.Kabir was not at peace, not when he saw Yash holding Zoya like that. That was not what he wanted, he wanted to create a topic in Yash's life.He wanted him to confuse his late wife and Zoya but never in his life he thought he would see the true anger in his eyes for someone he did not even know for a whole week.She was new in his life and he was giving it away to her.For her.Later that evening those guys came to Kabir outside of the house they mishandled Zoya." Why did you not tell us he was her husband?" The guy asked once Kabir put a bundle of money in his hand."Wait what?" Kabir was surprised."What? What, that guy trashed us, the only kind of anger seen in husbands for their wives, the wives they love," the guy said as Kabir stood motionless."Love?" Kabir's response was still out of shock."Yes," the guy said before he walked away.Kabir clenched his fist before he looked at his phone, it was Sherlin."Mujhe milna hai tumse, Abhi," Sherlin said over the pho
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Author’s P. O. V.The intercom rang as Zoya slide out of her chair and walked to Yash’s cabin; “yes sir?” She asked as she touched the cover over her face; she needed to ensure everything was fine.“Check this document, I have signed this and…” He looked at her for a second as she picked the file from his table.“Make me a coffee, please,” He said as his hands went to his head to press it a little; She bite the inside of her cheek; she knew he was having a bad headache from the last few days but never once she saw him taking medicine.“Coming right up,” She said as she walked out of his cabin; Yash watched her walking towards the small kitchen the floor has for him.Zoya pulled her hair up in a bun before adding the pencil in her hands to it to make it stick to its place; once she was done; she made coffee like she was used to; sprinkling a little bit of coffee power at last before she took the coffee to Yash’s cabin.Yash looked up only to find her pencil in her bun before she kept t
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