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This is a story about a odd couple who met by luck. Asad Khan, who will Negotiate his love and compare with his class.

Zoya Faruki, who’s aim is to negotiate her life for the one she Love…

Negotiation is a classic tale about two person’s love that never meant to be yet there is love. it’s based on slavery of those Indian women who is sold in market at a negotiation price, but one man, name Asad khan, who happens to fall for the wrong girl at the Wrong time…

come and join me to find how Asad saves his love & he ends up Negotiating at the same time.
suppressed between love, dilemma and dignity… how will they win?

Negotiation Part 4

hay, i have allot of mistake, i really do apologias… hope you all love it.

Chapter 4 21/4

Zoya walked across the great marble hall with a long black broom, polishing the floor, leaving no mark to complain. She watched Asad as he hurriedly walked in, without noticing walking across the stair and disappearing along the balcony. She looked up with curiosity and fear. The eyes without zoya’s acknowledgement looked up every now and than, anticipating when he might walk down the long stair and start his boring lecture.

However, why the long line in clocks ticked faster when she is with him. That concern Zoya. Seeing that man boils her body. Her glimpse was caught by nun other than her master’s mother. She came back from the charity event, well that’s what she hard before she left with her son.

‘what are you looking at my dear?’ dilsad asked, staring at the same place where Zoya must have been staring.
‘oh-I-‘ now Zoya surly couldn’t say, how her heart fears her master. She lives in pain and fear when he may come and tear her apart. ‘I was thinking of cleaning the stair!’ she lied. ‘it looks dirty!’ she looked down on the floor, shamed with her lye.
Dilsad looked confusingly at the polished stair. ‘it’s very clean. I think you have done a splendid job.’ dilsad starred around the room. ‘actually I have never saw my manor this clean before. Must say you work efficiently!’ dilsad gave out a comfortable smile towards Zoya which made her blush.

For the first time in two days there was glimpse of smile on her face. ‘mashalla, you do look beautiful with smile.’

Zoya blushed further. ‘your work is very efficient!’

‘thank you!’

‘so dear, tell me more about you. Where you used to live before?’

Zoya bit her tongue, with a deep thought about what to explain. Where her son have found her & where she exactly came from.

‘with my uncle!’ Zoya slowly whispered. The face became pale without any warning. The memory of abusive days with her so called uncle, those burning mark, reworked memory that she thought was long dead. Zoya looked way to inhale gush of air to remove the burning pain that still frightens the souls out of her body.

‘so what happen after that?’ Dilsad looked at her changing color of her white pale skin. Something worried her from deep and she could guess with her agony which was fighting to surface. Dilsad questioned her self wondering was questioning her further with that delicate worry on her face was correct way to push her to answer.

‘than…’ Zoya took a shy relief. No matter how much she may deny, the fact, the truth is, the devil, the devil son of this innocent lady’s walked in to her life like an angel and brought her for god knows for how many dark nights. ‘than, your….’ Zoya looked back at those innocent eyes. Was it correct to suggest that his son him self visit such low and disgusting place where, it’s a market, market to sell and buy innocent Virgin girls like her. Was it correct to whisper out such words.

Zoya’s face innocently smiles and looked way. ‘my uncle threw me out & your son picked me up!’.


Dilsad decided not to question any further. Zoya slowly drift of as she somehow had little free time from her work, she walked out in the long garden. Her mind had nothing to look forward to. She was almost lost in a dark sea. She had dream once, dream to be someone, to be independent, that seemed like a dream now. She have a sister who she doubt if she have managed to survive under that roof of torture.

However her worrying heart can not ignore the fact how much she is missing her little sister. How is she? How she will be handling hungry tummy? What if they bring her sister at the same place after few years? What if they success to sell her off.

Zoya couldn’t take the thought any longer. She suppressed her hand over her ear so no noise would penetrate from her mind. She closed her eyes in fear of seeing something that she will not able to bare. The noise of those screaming girls started to haunt her but the most haunting noise was the feeling her little sister getting abused by those man.

‘no! No… NOOO!’ Zoya screamed as she landed on her knee. She must do something, because this fear was only growing like a cactus in her vain. The guilt of saving her sister were killing her.

Zoya slowly opens her eyes to witness nothing els than green vegetation that laid in front of her. The reality strikes back. She is a mere servant in an unknown town. What can she do? She have no education, no knowledge about this brutal worlds, no help, than what can she do? She only have hope, hope to save her sister soon before it’s too late.

The night came quick. As she walked pass the long dark metal gate, their was two new guards. Zoya took a shy relief. She hated that two old guards. However her natural defense looked back at her cloth she was wearing. It was normal servant cloths. Nothing special. So they will sure know she is the new servant in the house.

Zoya walked in to the Khan kitchen to help prepare the family dinner. Mrs poppet was humming as usual, Zoya tried her best to help to prepare english dishes. It looked Extremely odd to her. The weird shape pasta was alien. She observed mrs poppet than took the rapper, twisting and turning, trying to read English.
‘what is this?’ Zoya pulled a face. Her eyes observing mrs poppet as she poured hard pasta in the bowel.
‘pasta my dear!’ mrs poppet gave her a random look. Now who wouldn’t know what is pasta.
‘is it something to eat?’ Zoya tried to look up in the hot pan with full of pasta and water as it boiled.
‘oh my…. Don’t you know what pasta is?’ mrs poppet gave Zoya a shocking expression.
‘no! No I don’t! What pas-ta is!’
Zoya had little hard time pronouncing the name. All her life she was brought up with one day old white rice, that to minimal. It tasted horrible, she and her sister had to put salt in to taste any decent.
‘well, you should know the name now along with english Rost and high class Indian dish. This is Mr Khan favorite. Actually his brother and his sister. ‘
Mrs poppet happily smiled as she prepares for other things.

Zoya observed mrs poppet and took whatever not her brain could Handel. The recipe had huge amount of points that was impossible for her brain to catch. Therefore she decided to remember only first few.

She flowed mrs poppet out to the grand dining room. It was a pretty room with wild painting, variety. Nothing like Zoya have experienced before in her life. She was found by the huge painting. The room gave out a complete different feeling. For a moment she Completely for got her presence . One painting that captured her eyes was a picture of a sunset at far distance in-between meanders of river. The vivid red color slowly transferred in to orange than to shady yellow. Zoya inhaled as the photo came closer and closer to her light brown eyes. The wonder of every detail fascinated her heart to eyes to the toe. The mind was so engulfed in the scenery that her mind completely for got to place the dish she was holding on her hand.

‘darling, put the bowl down here….. Zoya!’

Mrs poppers voice brought Zoya back to her reality. She blinked few times before looking at mrs poppet and her hand. She was tapping on the million dollars marble table.

Zoya mumbled. The brain did not fancy coming out of the beautiful painting. The mind searched for words to provide explanation for this rude action.  ‘I am sorry! I am sorry… I..’ her heart panicked. A sudden fear grow without any warning.

‘it’s ok!’ mrs poppet nodes in a comforting way. All the new servant becomes amazed when they entered this room at this time of the evening.’

‘this time?’ Zoya question with little innocent tone.

‘when you come tomorrow morning, you will understand why.’

Zoya gave her little word a thought. It was true, this painting did not look the same when she came earlier this morning. Than why it was so different now? Her thought was distracted as the two member of Khan walked in. It was no other than Mr Khan, her savior and his poor Mom. They had different shining cloths not what they wore earlier today. Mr Asad Khan had black shirt with black trouser. His golden color watch was giving his full body a different shape. He softly brought his hand forward and than like a gentleman took the chair out for his mom to sit.

Zoya moved back with mrs poppet and few other servant who joined with them. They stood in a line, barely visible for either Khan.

Everyone had no or minimal smile on there face, Zoya flowed the same criteria. After fraction of minute when mrs poppet realized that Khan’s were happy with the dinner that was served, mrs poppet slowly left the dinning room, ordering Zoya to flow.

Zoya looked back once at the new evening Khan.


Posted by on May 3, 2013 in Negotiation


negotiation part 3

Chapter 3 20/4

Asad silently slides in to his long meditation. Closing the eyes, no noise, his body laid comfortably in the bath, hidden by the thick layer of foam. The wet black hair glittered as the light above changed its color from red to dim blue, small mild music was playing without out any concern, relaxing his muscle further.

Hours passed, Asad had no intention to get up, the smell contributed to the sexiness. He gently glides up, the water started to run off from his silky skin. He hissed. The body wanted to be lost in that world of comfort again. The ungrateful mind ignored the pleads of the body, and he walked in to the shower, rinsing the left over soap off. He looked up at the shower, twisting his neck with closed eyes, drinking few droplet from the rapid water, than spines around to let the water do its trick. He suppressed his arm against the glass on his either side pushing the hard strong bicep, to clean him further.


Dilsad wondered around the manor, she remembered the girl who Asad have brought last night. The name-, she looked around to think her name again. ‘ah, Zoya!’ she smiled. Dilsad took her seat on one of the big cream leather sofa and called one of her servant to call Zoya.

In no time Zoya stood outside of the big brown gate again. Wondering why she have called. Before her shaky hand could pick its self up to knock on the door, one of the servant that she have not met yet, opens the door. A man in his early or late 60s. Zoya half smiled. His wrinkle face had different reaction. There were no presence of welcome or kindness, almost he was a robot standing in front of her.

‘ma-m called me!’ Zoya mumbled. ‘the mam I saw last night!’ she spoke in a worry manner. The thought of Asad was still playing in her mind.

‘I know!’ the man snaps in his deep voice. ‘I did not ask. Now come in. Our lady do not have whole day to wait for you.’ the voice were highly rude.

Zoya did not reply, instead she looked down in fear and stepped in to the house. Somewhere she had this ideas in her head that maybe it was Asad. Trying to trick her!

‘come in Zoya!’ the Dilsad spoke in her sweet voice.

Zoya almost escaped with sudden noise of the lady. She was about to shake the soul out of her body. Zoya walked there quietly, exchanging quick glimpse now and than. She stood few foot way from the lady of the house. Her hand neatly locked in one another, like the other maid.

‘how you finding our Khan mansion?’ Mrs Khan questioned. ‘we treat our servant like our gust. We don’t call our servant, we have named them our worker and each one of you is very much special to us.’ she smiled. ‘I hope you finding everything very comfortable here!’

Zoya slowly nodes.

‘I don’t know if you have special work, however I am sure you will have plenty to do.’

The old man who was standing almost silently at the back steps forward, and looks at Mrs Khan. ‘Our other maid is not here today, she can start with cleaning cloths!’

Dilsad smiled and looked at Zoya. ‘every room have special basket zoya, this is my butler,’ she points at the old man with her eyes. ‘Mr kunnal. He will show you around.’

Zoya nodes silently. The butler starts walking, telling Zoya to flow. She slowly walked behind him, walking up the long stair case. He opens one of the big wooden door out of many, talking her in. A sudden fear woke inside Zoya, she being alone with any men created fear inside her heart. Zoya kept near to the door, at least she can run!

‘look!’ the man finally spoke. He points at a long brown wooden basket, just next to the bathroom. ‘every room have this type of basket, you have to collect what’s in them and take it downstair, I will show you after this where are all the washing machines. So remember all the cloths out of this types of basket!’ Zoya nodes silently, and walks behind him out of the room, along the long stair case to the kitchen. He travels through another few door, it took sometime for zoya to realize which door is what.

They eventually came in to a room, where more than 6 washing machine, dryer laid across. There was another lady already present and doing her work efficiently.

‘she is Mrs Poppet!’ the man spoke. ‘she will show you how to work with this machine!’ the man finished and without another word he walked out.

Mrs poppet walked to her with a big smile. ‘now, Asad baby must be home today, I saw his car few hours back, his dirty cloths usually around the bathroom, he is so busy, he barely have any time to do anything, but he does not lik his room dirty, so if you fetch his cloths fast, I would be great full & make sure you do not touch anything. He does not like anyone touching his staff, and if you do make sure they are exactly how they were!’ Poppet finish without a single breath. She is a big lady, fatter than what Zoya have encountered so far. Middle aged again. Maybe 50 or 60. Zoya starred at the lady, who was double the size of her.

‘what’s your name my dear?’ she suddenly questions.


‘you do look very young. I wonder where on earth Asad baby have found you. He does come home with some unusual girls.’ she spoke while ironing cloths.

Zoya again took her words in wrong way, her life always have been filled with surprised and danger, now in a family where the man of the house brings in girls after girls, that’s no surprise.

‘I am 17!’ she spoke quietly. Mrs poppet instantly stops at her spot. ‘oh my, how could they?’ Zoya looked at the ladies disgusting face. ‘what type of parents do you have. This age you should be out with your friends. Not working to feed them. This is disgracefully!’ she finished with an annoying tone, going back to ironing. ‘anyway, baby’s room is the 5th door on the right. Now chop-chip go and fetch the cloths.’

Zoya in confusion and in worry walks out. she stood silently before talking the first step around this strange house. A tour of torment perhaps.

Zoya held the stair for support, a part of curious mind was wondering why they are sending her in to his room out of 100s? She looked down back along the vast hall that laid below. ‘right’ she mumbles. Some reason Zoya looked at either side to make sure someone was there if she screams, but in her dismay there was no one around this big manor. She slowly stepped forward, little by little, passing and counting the door, she stopped right in front, hesitating to push the door open. She slowly looked at either side of the balcony, still she have encountered with no one.
Eventually her body slowly pushed the door walking in the big golden room. Her eyes scanned the room in great hurry, almost missing the big wooden box that laid beside the white marble door. She rushed towards it almost forgetting what the butler have mentioned earlier on, Asad’s cloths are always in bathroom. Her hand opens without any second thought only to realize its empty. Zoya looked around the bathroom again, without any delay she walked in to the bathroom. It’s true the cloths were hanging on the rack. She slowly walks in, without looking who might be in the bathroom, who might be standing right behind her.

‘if I can remember correctly’ the deep voice spoke in lazy tone, right behind zoya’s ear. ‘you named me as disgraceful. Buying you for my pleasure & far as I remember I did not invite you to be here, standing in front of a stranger who barely have cloths to cover his modesty.’

Zoya dropped Asads cloths on the floor, scattered around there foot. She spines around without thinking, landing against the wide chest of Asads.

Her breathing increased rapidly without any delay, taking steps back with each look. Her frightening eyes gave Asad an unwanted desire.

‘so this was your plan?’ Zoya disgustingly spoke. Keeping her self up under her shaky body. ‘you disgust me. A man like you what els could I expect?’ Asad did not stop, instead took step along with hers, pushing her against the wall. ‘modesty you talk about,’ Zoya mocked. ‘a modesty to arrange your worker to send a helpless girl to your bathroom in a state where its easy for you’ she looked way in disgust. ‘easy-‘. His silence was giving her another wrong indication.

Asad slowly charged at her, staring curiously at this girl. Servant. ‘you have very big dream I see!’ he spoke while taking a rob from the side. ‘I owe no one an explanation however your low thought reflects your image. There is a saying no matter how much you polish a steel you can not turn it in to silver. I see the same fate for you.’ Asad takes a towel from the side, drying his wet hair.

‘you came to fetch my cloths if I am not wrong. I see no reason of you wasting your time here, or are you one of those who looks comfort between work and finds lame excuse to cover.’ he walked in front of the mirror, taking few toiletry from the side.

Zoya turns around, seeing something on his body at least. ‘you call this lame excuse?’ she whispered. Her fear almost vanished seeing him walking way, forgetting this man have brought her for some reason. ‘yes, sure perhaps, it maybe a lame excuse for you, but not for me.’

‘that’s a very big words from a girl who was nearly sold to some Arab men’s. I am surprised with your attitude, perhaps it’s this attitude that brought you in to that place.’ he spoke with humor.

He looked at Zoyas reflection, tears was threatening to build up, however she was trying to control, control enough to show she was trembling under his words.
‘you don’t know anything about me!’ she screamed.

‘I never saw a shameless girl like you before. You are still standing. What are you planning? Planning to see me naked, or waiting for me to lay you on my bed?’

Zoya ran out without looking back twice, a man of arrogant, rich and powerful who posses every power to control her.

She wipes her tears off, walking down the stair, taking two at a time. It almost looked like a small girl running to her mama. Zoya came back to the room, where mrs poppet was standing, one basket of cloths neatly folded in piles.

‘oh-my!’ mrs poppet looked at Zoyas red eyes. ‘I hope Asad baby have not scolded you.’ Zoya rubbed her eyes to take the excess water off however it left a red mark under her eyes. ‘I am so sorry, oh how could I, I should have warned you. Oh I am so sorry my dear!’

‘warn’ Zoya murmured. Her mind have played enough games, those words from mouth of that man was enough to tear her soul apart.

‘yes, he does poses a high temper, what can I say. He is like that. Oh this is going on since his young age. Uff this boy!- but you don’t take it in heart. He is like that. I am sure with time you will learn to ignore that cruel man.’ she smiles.

Zoya hides her self between the door and wall. Hiding way the reason behind this baby Asad of Mrs poppet brought her for. How can she possibly say? Who would believe her.

‘did you eat anything?’ mrs poppet suddenly spoke again. ‘you probably have been working since morning. Come’ mrs poppet finished ironing the last one. Tucking her scuff back, neatly than walked out of the room. They were straight in to the kitchen. zoya wondered if this was alright.

‘you see we are not allowed to eat here. This is specially for the family and there higher gust, however mrs Khan have let me to use anything as I please and as you are under my supervision I am sure one or two loaf of bread wont do any harm.’ she blurbed in her high peach voice while preparing two plates for them.  ‘don’t you talk? What’s your name?’ mrs poppet suddenly realized. She have forgot this girls name, or have she even ask.

‘Zoya!’ she murdered.

‘you are not much of a talker! Are you Zoya. Last girl I had with me, uff , ya allah she can talk. She maybe had those one of the computer fixed in her mouth, but she left all of a sudden.’ she spoke sadly.

Zoya came by with the comforting words of the lady. ‘why she left all of a sudden?’ she questioned curiously. Her tense was there, she must be the replacing girl to please this man.

‘oh I don’t know. She was blabbing some nonsense for past few days. You know how busy I am, so could never catches what’s the hitch. Than one day, Asad baby came and took her way.’

Zoyas eyes widens. Is mrs poppet this naive to believe the baby Asad is this innocent. They must be playing little innocent in front of her to fall in the net they are laying.

She silently took the plate and ate without any complain.


Posted by on April 22, 2013 in Negotiation


Negotiation Chapter 2

The throbbing pain of fear around her small boney thigh left the trembling leg to lose the balance for fraction of second, she did not complain nor wanted to think through each matter.

“excuse me?”

Asad question looking at her light brown eyes. It twinkled not with tears of surprise or happiness but twinkled with the torment. Her face was perfect mirror image of the thumping heart. Clearly hearable in the silent of the near midnight.
She drank saliva one after another. The cool hauling breeze came no use to satisfy the heat of the burning skin.

“what do you want from me?”
She repeats her fear full blunt sentence, somewhere expecting no words in return, but action of those big muscular muscle, patiently waiting to be thrown way with some touch, clasping, tripping on the hard concrete floor that laid beneath her bare foot.
It’s cold, chill wind passed through her each toe, they twitched, fighting to shuffle to gather the little warmth from the surrounding.

“you are in shock! This is the servant quarter. You will be staying here from today on!”

He understood exactly what those each word hinted towards. She may think what ever. It did not concern him to be honest he barely cares.

The door opens with a surprising shocking old face. A elderly man, with so much facial wrinkle that the eyes barely visible. Zoya shrieked. Taking few shaky step back.

“who is this, are you Zoya? The girl who just arrived few hours back?”

As zoya observed the man, asad left. The noise of the door, slum shut brought Zoya back to the reality. She spines her head to look at the man’s black car, but instead only few leafs circling on the ground.

The old man who stood by the door spoke in a old corky voice. Even in his attempt of shouting, the voice wasn’t loud enough to here from one foot way.


A uncomfortable smile along with barely hearable voice came out of Zoyas lips. Her throbbing pink cheek gave out another image of fear.

“come in my dear. I have arranged a place for you tonight, maybe twomoro morning we will be able to find you some permanent place.”

Zoya smiled again, stepping in as the man moved few slow step back. It was an ordinary small cottage. No fancy designee, not anything like she have experienced in the big mention next door. Each direction of the close 4 Walls 4 White door laid prominently.
She spines around then looks back at the small man. Stood few feet way.

“you have to make some space on the floor for tonight, I do apologias but there are no extra room. It’s such a short notice as well. You know, is rare for Mr Khan to bring any new staff. My family have been here for past 40 years.”

He sounded pleasant, reasonable and a cheery man. Scratching his head now and then to remember the last word he spat out of that teeth-less mouth.

“it’s fine, I will be perfectly happy. There are nothing that I should complain about, I have a safe roof, protecting me from rain. A spread protecting my skin.”

It was more of a straight question to this man, who she wanted a confirmation that this is safe. Safe for her to live under.

“you don’t worry. This is one of the safest place. In- fact, I have 2 grand daughter who should also be your age.”

He looked at Zoya in concern, trying to guess the age.  She looked very young to be homeless, Extremely young.

“how old are you my dear?”


“oh dear, you are a very young girl. I am glad that my old boy mr Khan have found you. He may look hard, but I tell you a little secret, there is a soft man inside him. A man of principal. A man of dignity.”

Zoya took in his word as a guild line to assume, to create an image. She knew everything yet so little about this man. A disgusting thought was still lingering somewhere deep within, she suppressed for the night. Sleeping.


Asad stepped in his dark dam dull room. The door slides open with an incredible noise. The silent. It wasn’t an ordinary noise, a noise of his torment heart. The wall was empty with no painting, no picture. He always preferred this silent and specially after an petrifying evening. He felt good in heart, a lightly feeling that was missing for several years. Saving a innocent girl from so many goons, it must be special. Can he call him self a good person?  Or is she any better with him!

A mockery smile appeared. No! He loosens the bow tie slightly, opening the top few button roughly to breath in some fresh air. The curtain was floating with the summer cool breeze. The satisfaction, a untold emotion evoked within. A feeling of touched, feeling of comfort in a limit felt out of ordinary.
Asad neatly placed the dirty cloths in washing basket, than  taking some clean cloths out of the wardrobe to wear.
He rests him self on a long arm chair near the window with a view of the servant quarter and above the forest.
He gazed upon the forest for few fraction of second before drifting in to sleep.


“how old are you? Have you finished school? Can you read this number plate? Do you know what type of car is this?”

Numerous question woke Asad up from his deep sleep. His room didn’t exist far from the lively servant quarter. He slowly lets the sunlight reach the pupil, little by little so the morning hedache won’t touch him from the little sleep he had last night. A fuzzy light picture of three dots started to be come visible, then slowly it came in focus. It’s a birds side view. Zoya along with two other grand child of there servant. He refuge to call the other two as his servant, they don’t work for him neither there family. 2 simple girl with a big dream. They deserves respects. Studying in school, top in there every class surly does not deserve this low treatment.
He sits up, taking a good look at the three girls, it reminded him of his school days, long time back now, how he used to use the excuse and misuse the right of a senior student an bullied the younger kids.
Asad smiled, “good old days” he mumbled through the pink lips. He ignored the young adults, sitting up, taking the towel from the side and made his way towards the bathroom.


“I don’t. I am sorry. Due to money, I and my sister never been able to reach any higher class then year 6!”

She looks down. The night have given her enough time to acknowledge the fear and learn to suppress. Even though the little she knew about this small family but they looked safe and nice.

“oh- my! This is bad.” one sister called tanny replied while the younger Molly who recently about to finish her year 8 was in deep thought.

“do you think we can maybe teach her and then start her schooling again. It will cost nothing I am sure, papa can easily afford this.” tanny suggested, looking at Zoyas shocking face.

“I am sure it will be perfectly alright. I see no reason of refusal. She does not have to work for the Khan, we don’t!”
Molly adds which did not satisfied tanny.

“don’t you think, we are giving Zoya falls hope, can you please control those big words of yours, Mr Khan have brought her, and let him decide what’s best for his servant.”

The word servant did not bother Zoya, not at all, actually to be precise having a job here, under such a big expensive family, she could earn more then a man who have finished there education and working.

“I am sure mr Khan won’t be disappointed with our idea. She can work here as a part time and study at the same time.’

It’s an unusual day. Zoya’s long night and the tormenting day have went by wondering what is going through that confusing mind of that man. No matter how much that uncle, the servant of Mr Khan would say, the thought still very much wake that he have brought her for a reason. She looked down with plead, than outside through the balcony as she cleaned in diamond standard. Leaving no mark for mr Khan to complained. She have hard many things about that man, well enough since last night when she first entered through that big prison gates of his. Zoya looked around, wondering what’s the hitch, as she observed at far corner of the big Mattel gate, the two guards looked worried. She haven’t seen the saviour, or her other half of the mind would like to suggest- her owner. since mid- night, The time he have left her in this good man’s hand.

She stepped out in her bare foot, heading towards the big long gate, wondering whats the matter!

‘is everything alright?’ she looked at the two guards with her big brown eyes. ‘I have noticed your worried face from far. That’s why I was just wondering. I hope you didn’t mind.’ Zoya half smiled.

‘who are you?’ the two guards looked at her in confusion. Observing her top to bottom. ‘it’s choty mam’s cloths! But dirty!’ they looked back at her small pretty face. ‘oh my god! You stealer!’

One of the guard charged straight towards her, holding the duppata, snatching it way in speed of light. As a defend, Zoya crossed her hand over her self, hiding her feminine parts.

‘oh-my’ she spines around in fear, was the night about to repeat all over again? Was mr Khan on his way to rescue! ‘what are you doing?’ the build up tears Crowley down from her eyes, landing on her soft milky hand. ‘please-‘ she pleads. ‘I am no thief. I came here last night. Mr Khan have brought me.’ she cried. Hoping there may be someone with soft heart to return her cloths.

‘liar!’ one of the guards shouts back. I know you girls very well. You leave in a chal, don’t you! You little thief, you deserve to walk around naked!’ he spoke in furious tone and holds her dress. He was just about to pull when a strong hand stopped the guards at its place.

Zoya shuts the thin layer of her skin above her eyes, wishing everything was a nightmare, and any moment now her body will be moved by someone to wake up. She drank the dry saliva around her moist mouth, shivering in fear, however, 1 second turned in to two than ten, nothing moved. Not even her hair. She slowly opens her eyes only to see Mr Khan standing with furious face to the guards. They mumbled.

He was holding Zoyas shall, tightly in between his fist.

‘I never knew I pay you to rape any passing women on my door step!’ he spat the words at the guards. The fear emerged at there face faster than there body could whisper out any words. The guards slowly stepped back, drinking the saliva, wondering what’s next.

‘get back TO WORK!’ he almost screamed the last few words, which did not fail to scream through Zoya’s body.

‘we-w-r s–o-r…’ they could barely make out any words.

Asad holds Zoya’s arm, and walks across the long floor to the garden. She observed Asad’s furious eyes. Her mind crawled at those forbidden nights he may have brought her for. Zoya’s breathing increased with his each pressure of the small nail that dug in to her milky skin. His one hand dragged her duppata while another forcing her close to him. The heat gave her another wrong feeling.

‘LET GO OFF ME!’ she snaps her hand way from him! Zoya’s eyes widens in fear, shimmering with the burning sun. she took few step back. Keeping a little safe distance.

‘what?’ Asad replies without an delay. Curious, and shocked with her high voice.

‘I know you, you are like those men! Otherwise why would you spend so much money on me? But let me remind you- MR Khan!’ Zoya spoke in a shaky voice, with her shaky tone, ‘I won’t give in this easily! Young! Vargine!’ Zoya took few more step backwards, ‘a hot topic amongst your friend maybe, but let me remind you, I no slave.  Not to be smothered by that sinful body of yours!’
Her red boiling eyes observed the tall buffed man wearing black suit, in disgust. She rubbed her hand in order to soothe the pain while controlling the tears.

Asad looked back at her highly toxic face in disbelieve. ‘I can lay millions of girls like you- without asking! Don’t be a fool! And I see you have many unpleasant thought about my image already. I thought you would have guessed yesterday, I saved your life!’ Asad spoke with no emotion, degrading her at the same time titling him self as the savior.

‘I- am sorry s-I-r’ Zoya spoke in mockery tone. ‘how can I forget I am your rightly own slave. Of course you have all the right to imagine your self as my god. My lord! But that’s not mean I am the girl to please you at the dark hour!’  she suppressed her hands over her exposed chest again. Covering from his hungry eyes.

Asad gave the girl a new name in his mind. She had some courage to talk back to Asad Khan. ‘that tongue is fighting back at the wrong place and wrong time. Yesterday was your perfect opportunity!’ Asad spines around, throwing the scuff on  the floor near her bare foot. ‘a low girl like you could never reach my bed! You should take that perception out of your mind.’ Asad indicated his words towards how poor she is while Zoya took his words in wrong direction again.

He walked off without looking back twice, Zoya observed the perfect back of the despicable man.  The leg almost gave way, she would have trembled under her own weight if she had to endure that man even little longer, talking about how he would use her, why he have brought her.


Asad walked with furious mind, ignoring the presence of his ma. He barely cared! That’s what he repeats to him self, however his unconscious mind questioned him back, why he did not say clearly the purpose behind saving her! There were no negotiation running through his vain! It’s simple! It’s

Dilsad stood beside the door. In his anger he completely forgot to acknowledge his ma’s presence, maybe few knocks to.

‘I wish to be left alone!’ he spines his head sideway, showing his half unpleasant face. ‘please ma, i wish to be left alone.’ he repeats, sitting on his long arm chair, taking his tiered foot off the ground and resting on the foot tool. The head leaned back without any delay, closing the tiring eyes, that seemed it was hungry for some rest since last night.

‘you have been working again!’ Dilsad, ignored the Khans plead and stepped in to his long room. ‘I wonder when you will understand. Don’t you think you are not that young Asad any more, filled with enthusiasm of doing great in business. I think you have achieved enough in this 27 years of your life.’ Dilsad finished her sentence, standing right behind Asad, resting her soft hand over his smooth forehead. Gently providing pressure and slow message. ‘the Khan’s boys have always failed to sow the love towards me. I have a feeling you my boy, traveling at the same direction.’ she teased.

‘your over dramatic words do not amuses me ma. If I am not up to your standard than with disappointment I have to suggest maybe, you are lacking behind of understanding the Khan’s.’ Asad replied with tiring voice and closed eyes.

‘you are just like your dad.’ she smiled while nodding her head. ‘I hard Ayan will be visiting us in couple of days!’

‘you have hard correct!’ Asad pules him self up, unbuttoning his shirt to take a shower. ‘next week if I am not wrong. He is top to bottom useless, I am sure he will have plenty of times for your words. After all I found you two at the same level.’ Asad mocked while standing up, walking to his wardrobe and than in to the bathroom.

‘now, I guess this age is to listen to your son suggesting how useless this old lady perhaps be. I know you all waiting for me to go, way from you all forever.’ she spoke in over dramatic tone.

‘I did not suggest that ma. You misinterpreting my words. Am I forbidden to create little joke for our mere amusement?’ Asad shouts from other side.

‘this old mom shall leave you here and look for comfort in her daughter who have possessed the sweet voice of her mother, unlike the little devils!’ she smiled and walked out, locking the door.


Posted by on April 19, 2013 in Negotiation

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