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INDEX :
Chapter One: Page 1 (Below)
Chapter Two: Page 2
Chapter Three: Page 3
Chapter Four: Page 4
Chapter Five: Page 6
Chapter Six: Page 9
Chapter Seven: Page 13
Chapter Eight: Page 18
Chapter Nine: Page 21
Chapter Ten: Page 26
Chapter Eleven: Page 33Chapter Twelve: Page 40
Chapter Thirteen: Page 47
Chapter Fourteen: Page 55
Chapter Fifteen: Page 63
Chapter Sixteen: Page 71
Chapter Seventeen: Page 80
Chapter Eighteen: Page 94
Chapter Nineteen: Page 100
Chapter Twenty: Page 111
Chapter Twenty One: Page 123
Chapter Twenty Two: Page 135
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CHAPTER ONE :
It was dark. Very dark. He wanted to get out of here. He tried to move but he could'nt. He shouted for help but no one came. No one. He started crying. He was screaming but no one came to help him. He could hear someone laughing on him.
Who was that ? Who is laughing on his conditon ?
Restlessly he tried to change his side due to which he came out of his dream. He was sweating from head to toe. He tried to look here and there. It was dark. He switched on side lamp. But it wasn't enough for him. He was scared of dark. He turned on all the lights in the room. It wasn't dark anymore. He wasn't scared anymore but suffocation was killing him. He opened the window in his room.
He wasn't in any dark place but in a very beautiful country of Europe. Yes, he was in Italy. In his hotelroom.
As years have passed by. He couldn't sleep at night. He was suffering from insomnia. He was wrong that he was no more scared of these dreams. He was scared as much as he was 10 years back. He came back on his bed and turned on the TV. He couldn't understand anything in Italian but he wanted to feel someone's presence. Like many other nights, this night was also supposed to be like this.
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He was normal in the morning like nothing happened last night. He was ready to go to office.He took a perfume and spread it on himself. No one could ever think that this man who was looking perfect hates himself and whole world. No one could ever think that ASAD AHMED KHAN keeps suicidal temperament.
He left his room to his office. He was working in a multi national company in Doha. He was sent here for some work.He never tried to make friends anywhere. He was highly proffessional.
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It was five o'clock in the evening. He told the driver that he will go to hotel by his own. He was walking on his way when he checked on his map that whether he was on right way or wrong. He was hungry. He saw a pizzeria at the end of the street. He went inside and tried to place his order in English but the person inside the counter couldn't get him. So after 15 minutes of struggle he thought he should leave.
'Can I help you?' He heard a girl's voice coming from his backside. He looked at her. She was looking at him and smiling. He nodded his head in yes. He was about to tell her what kind of pizza he wants but before that she placed his order which means she was listening to him from last 15 minutes.
'He is apologizing for this inconvenience.' She was translating Italian into English for him now.
'its ok.' He said without further discussion.
'I have placed your order. I was sitting here and listening to your conversation.' She pointed out towards a table.
'Thanks' He said formally trying to finish the conversation.
'There is no meat in your pizza nor wine.' She was smiling showing her cute dimples this time.
'Yes. Thanks again.' He said it this time in a serious tone.
'My pleasure. You should pay your bill. Your pizza will take 5 to 10 minutes. Lets just sit down till then ?' He was thinking to sit down somewhere when she said this.
'Come. . . .sit' He was hopeless. She just helped him so without further thinking he sat down with her.
'Next time whenever you are placing an order just keep these words in your mind. Strutto for pork and vino for vine. You don't want these in your pizza so say senza strutto vino' She was smiling again.
Why is she smiling again and again without any reason ? He thought. Waiter served his order so he started eating quietly.
'Italian is not so tough. You must be knowing many words like espresso, gelato, pasta, pizza cafe, paparazzi?' This time she was talking while eating. He was rubbing his fingers on his head thinking how can a person talk so much and moreover while eating?
'Yes' He said. The only way he could get rid of her was to finish his pizza and go.
'You know what ? You are actually at right place. This place is really old, I am coming here from very young age and I love there pizza. Oh ! I am here sitting with you and I haven't told you my name even. My name is ZOYA FAROOQUI. ' She was looking at him as if asking his name.
'ASAD AHMED KHAN'
'Are you a tourist ? '
'No. I am here for some official work.' He wasn't interested in her or her questions. So he stood up after keeping fork and knife on the plate.
'Thank you so much Miss Farooqui that you helped me. I have to leave for some work.' He tried to keep a smile on his face.
'Ciao. Mr Khan.' If he can be that much formal then I can also call him from his last name. She thought.
He was back to his hotel room working on his project. He was having black and bitter coffee to concentrate on his work.
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