ZAIN'S POV:

Back at home, I freshen myself and then check some files and documents in my office. I've an office in my mansion. When I'm home, I spend most of the time in my office rather than in my bedroom.

I was in my office, trying best to focus on my work but every time Zoya's voice and her words were replaying in my mind. I tried to focus once again but this time the beautiful face of that lady admiring herself on the mirror of the car window was flashing all over my mind. Immediately, I started repeating the word "Laila, Laila, Laila" as if the word Laila is some type of hymns.

For me, women's are Gold Diggers. At least that's what I've seen. Laila left me in my struggling days when I didn't have enough money to spend on her. She never ever tried to contact me after that. I made several attempts to talk to her but she didn't bother me at all. Seeing me depressed, Andrew informed me about her involvement with a Singapore Businessman.

Andrew, that time hasn't established his detective agency then. He was practicing it in his leisure time privately, more of for his friends and relatives. He also showed me, her pictures where she was kissing that businessman and a few of her intimate pictures with that man in public places too. I was completely broken seeing her in another man's arms.

Later, she flew off to Singapore with that man. After that, neither I and nor from her side any attempt was made to contact each other.

But my love for her was never ended actually. I'm a one-woman man. I still miss her and I don't mind accepting the fact that I still want her in my life. If she ever comes back in my life, I'll accept her without a second thought.

My family hates her because they have seen me so broken after she left me. But I'm sure, I'll be able to convince them if she comes back to me. They call her a 'gold digger'. Frankly speaking, a part of mine, do agree with them but then, I convince myself that I'm working hard day and night and earning all for my family and she is indeed, my family.

After, my first success in this business world, I have seen women's trying their best to attract me. They throw themselves on me. Most of them want to warm my bed not because of love but because of two reasons - my money and my looks. They are nothing but cheap, greedy women. And I, Zayn Ahmed Khan will never spend my nights with cheap women like these ever. For me, physical relationship is pure and divine and it can be only enjoyed with one's soul mate. The love of one's life. Each and every moment of intense love, the pleasure of physical love from the person who is made only for you is so very special that it can never be purchased. It has to be earned. And I want to earn those moments and not to purchase it from some cheap, greedy type women. I would prefer to wait for my love to get that pleasure from. The love of my life is Laila and so I'm waiting for her.

"But Zoya, the lady from State Financial Incorporates is so very different.....Why even I'm thinking about her? Why she is not leaving my mind?" I thought.

From her conversation, it was very clear that she hates rich people. Even though she got to know my name, she didn't bother to call me back for my forgiveness instead she preferred to quit her job. Girls in her situation would generally play tricks to get my attention. I thought she might give me a call back giving some lame excuse and try her best to seduce me with her words but no, she resigned.

That's really impressive.

But is she not social? Or she is not that good looking that she is nowhere in social media?

It had only increased my curiosity a thousand times more to know her. She is so very different.

A knock on the door brought me back to reality.

"Yes, come in," I said.

"Son, the dinner is ready and your mom is waiting for you at the table." Aunt Salma said.

"Okay, Aunt Salma. I'll be there in five minutes." I said.

Aunt Salma is a caretaker of this mansion but she is more like a family member to us. She was with us much before my birth. She is honest and most trustable. She has a strong bonding with my mother.

I quickly turned my laptop off and went down to the dining table to have my dinner with my family.

"Assalamualaikum" I greeted them.

"Walekum Assalam Son". My mother and my grandma both greeted me back.

The Attendants served us the dinner.

"Mom, Today I went to the Publishing house. There were some problems"

"Problems?" My mother inquired.

"Need not to worry, Mom. It s all settled now. All you need to sign some of the documents." I informed her.

"Sure, son." She said.

After a brief discussion on random things with them. I walked to my bedroom. Again the name 'Zoya' popped up in my mind and I decided to call Andrew. I got up on the bed, with legs stretched and with my back on the headboard. I was about to call him when I received a message. The message was from Andrew and I opened it up with a smile on my face.

"Name: Ms. Zoya Ali
Education: Masters in English
Father's Name: Mr. Khurshid Ali
Father's Profession: Business
Mother's Name: Mrs. Amna Ali
Mother's Profession: Home Maker
Address: 15 Park Street
Sibling: Brother
Weight: 52 kg
Height: 5"6
Complexion: Fair
Experience: Worked in State       
Financial Incorporates
Working as a freelance writer in children's magazines.
Ambition: To be an Author.
Loves: Reading and writing
             Spends almost whole day on     
             Wattpad and others Reading 
              Apps.
Hates: Social media.
             She calls it "Fakedia".
Last visit: Humana Publishing Corp.
Last impressive activity: Slapped 
your  Idiot Editor."

I immediately stood up after reading  
the last two details of her.

"What the hell! She went to Humana Publishing? But why?
And why the hell did she slap my  
editor?"

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