ZOYA'S POV:

"Okay, enough of discussions. now let's go for the Ice-cream Date?"

"Date?" I questioned

"Yes.... A  date with a beautiful lady." He replied with a smile.

"Mr. Armaan. I guess you're forgetting that it's an office hour and it's not ethical."  I folded my arms on my chest.

"Come on..... Zayn isn't here. So, stop worrying. And trust me.... seriously there is nothing to worry at all."

"Hmm..." I drew a long breath.

"But what if he turns up and couldn't find me here on my desk, he will surely fire me this time." I pursed my lips.

"No...He isn't such a person. Trust me, he is good." He asserted.

"Yaa, I don't deny it." I rested my back on the back of my revolving chair.

 "He is good-looking  and has a superb voice." I continued.

"Superb voice...really?" He queried.

"Hmm...but, these two are the only qualities that he possesses. Rest.. he is extremely rude, presumptuous, arrogant, egoistic, mannerless, proud and...."

"Hey, hey hey....... Put a brake. Trust me, he isn't like that at all. I know him since childhood. He is extremely a soft and an emotional person." He affirmed.

"Yaaa....Yaaaa!!!"  I rolled my eyes.

"You haven't seen the true Zayn. You have just seen the rough and tough Zayn, the one he shows to the world. But not the one he truly is."

"Not even interested to know." I squint.

"Okay. Okay. Chill. By the way, your boss is an extremely rich man too. And that's his another virtue." He winked.

"Virtue! Really? I know that he is rich. But I don't judge a person on the basis of his money. A man of virtues cannot be his money, right? He should be a true man first. Being rich by money or status is always temporary and  dear, it can never buy happiness."

"True..." He nodded. 

"Zoya...can we leave now? We can continue the rest of the conversation later. He said.

"But..."

"No ifs and buts...come on get up before he comes." He pulled me by my hand.

"Zoya..." the door of my cabin opened a bit and we turned to see towards the door.

"Yes..." I said.

"Mr. Khan wants you to reach within half an hour this address with all the documents." The receptionist handed me a piece of paper with an address on it. 

"Documents?"  I asked.

"Boston Barista... Camac street!"

"It will take almost 45 mins to reach me there. And I have no ideas about the files. How can I reach there within half an hour!!"

"It's your problem!!" She checked Armaan from the corner of her eye and rolling her eyes at me, she left.

This is what the true Mr. Zayn Ahmed Khan is! God!! How much I hate him!!
I shouted.

"Okay...chill."

"Chill!! How can I? How can I reach there? Do you have any idea about the route? He purposely did this to irritate me."

"But I have the solution?"

"Solution?"

"Yes."

"And what's that?" I asked.

"Take the files and meet me downstairs at the parking zone". He winked and paced out.

I squeezed my brow and started looking for the files. And finally, I manage to get the files at his table. I ran down to the parking lot.

At the parking zone, my eyes were only looking for Armaan.

"Where the hell is he! I shouldn't have listened to him. This man will surely put me in trouble." I said to myself.

"Hi, sweetheart!!"

I turned my back to see a man on a bike with a helmet covering his full face.

"Sorry..." I squeezed my brow with curiosity as his sound heard familiar.

"Zoya...." He called my name while taking off his helmet. 

"Armaan...God, I just couldn't recognize you."

"Not an issue if you don't recognize me but remember, do not ever forget me." He warned.

I smiled.

Come on.  Stop giggling and let me give you the ride you are longing for.

Bike-ride? I raised my brow.

"Yes, because only a bike ride can save you from the heavy road jam during this hour. So, stop questioning and lets go else your Boss, Mr. Zayn Ahmed Khan will...."

"Yaa... Yaa. I know." I cut his words..

I ran my finger through my hair as I was a little nervous all of a sudden. Like getting before going onstage to perform.

"Nice Bike...." I smiled.

"Yes... My Hayabusa. You've got bars at the back to grab on to. Let me know if I go too fast or something."

I swung my leg over to seat myself comfortably.

"Sorry! My bike has no bars at the back to grab on to. So imagine me as the bars and hold me tight."

"Shut up," I smirked.

I placed all the files and folders between us to avoid any awkward touches.

He laughed and passed me a helmet.

I  quickly wore it but found myself struggling with the chinstrap.

"Seated?"

"Hmmm...but....."

He quickly turned to me to check.

Within seconds, his finger touched my chin while clipping the chin strap. His eyes were on me and I don't know why but I was avoiding looking back into his eyes.

"Done!!" He smiled.

Yeah, let's go. I smiled back and nodded.

 "Okay... Let me know if I go too fast or something. Because we are already pretty late."

"Yes, but Mr. Armaan, make sure that you don't throw me somewhere on road."

Ms. Zoya, you're with Armaan, and trust me, I m very much safe for you.

"Stop flirting and start the bike." I pat him softly on his shoulder.

He rode the bike with a loud sound.

 I  sat behind very quietly and didn't utter a word for the entire journey of 20 minutes!!

Yes...It took only 20 minutes to reach my destination. 

I immediately got down and handed over the helmet to him.

"Thanks, Armaan. You saved me."  I thanked him with a smile.

"I told you...I'm an extremely safe guy. You can always trust me."

I smiled. 

"Need to go. Bye."

"Nope."

I looked at him curiously. 

"I dropped you here, so it's my responsibility to drop you back to your home safely. I'm not going anywhere. I'm waiting here. Moreover, my Ice-cream date is due." He winked.

 "Finish your work and come back quickly." He ordered with a smile.

Suddenly, don't know why but his words touched my heart. How different these two friends are from each other!

I smiled and slowly walked inside the cafe.

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