Seven days, 4 hours and 21 minutes had passed since Aditya had visited Zoya.
Zoya pulled her suitcase from the hotel door step and made her way to the train station.
Her body still ached from the attack and her heart was heavy from the guilt that continued to eat at her for what she had said to Aditya.

She didnt think before she spoke and for to long she had managed to blame others for her own wrong doings, she wasnt expecting his forgiveness, she didnt deserve it. She sat down on the seat and rested her suitcase against the railings.
She lifted her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, as soon as she arrived at the airport, she would leave the letter with a member of staff for Aditya, then she would go and get a job, become someone.

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3 Weeks Later-

Zoya looked up at the large building of Devoted Incorporated.
Becoming a part of a field that specialised in victim support had never been on her agenda. In fact, it hadnt even crossed her mind until she had seen the Ad in the newspaper.
She didnt expect to get the job so quickly or expect to have a week full of training, all because of her own attack.
She pressed the buzzer and waited for the doors to slide open.

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"Devoted Incorporated is named after the owner's wife, who at the time was alive, they both shared a dream to help those that couldnt help themselves"
Zoya frowned "Who at the time was alive, is she dead now"?
The woman nodded "Its not my place to say under which circumstances but yes, she is no longer with us"
Zoya nodded "Im sorry for his loss"
The woman rapidly shook her head "Dont talk about her here, the boss doesnt like it, anyway, up those stairs and the first right and you'll arrive at the boss' room for the introduction"

Zoya walked up the stairs slowly. Her mind was still clouded with the bitter way she had ended things with Aditya, his words had hurt her, but she had hurt him to. All she could do was hope he got her letter and knew how sorry she was.
Arriving outside the door she raised her hand and knocked on the door, the door opened slowly after a short buzz and Zoya stepped inside.

Zoya looked at her boss from behind, he stood facing the window, his hands in his trouser pockets, then he turned around, Zoya gasped.
"Aditya" she mumbled
He smirked "You look like you've seen a ghost, sit down please Zara" he pointed at the seat
"Zoya, my name is Zoya, you own this place" then it clicked, Pooja meant devotion, hence the name
"Your name doesnt matter to me, what you can do matters to me"

Zoya still couldnt believe he was stood infront of her, she still had so much to say, but his indifferent act toward her was hard to swallow
"My letter, did you get it"
Aditya sat on the desk, he peered down at her "I did"
"Did you read it" she crossed her fingers in her lap
"No, I burnt it"
She frowned at the serious look on his face
"Look, im so sorry for"

He put up his hand and shook his head in disgust
"Get up" he ordered
Zoya stood up slowly and he jumped to his feet, walking toward her like a predator, her back hit the wall making her scrunch her face up painfully.
He tucked her hair behind her hair, running his fingers down her arm "Has anyone ever taken advantage of you Zara" he asked, a sly smile on his lips
She thought back to Yash, to Harsh and nodded

He brought his hand up, wrapping it around her throat "Would you let me take advantage of you" he whispered
"Then it wouldnt be taking advantage of me, if I let you"
He laughed "Im glad you understand that now"
She gripped his wrist "I really am sorry"
He let go of her throat and stepped back "Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness Zara, I want to see how sorry you really are"
"Zoya, my name is Zoya"

"Zoya is dead for me, she died that night I returned to the hotel and found her in the glass, you work for me now, I decide who you are and what you do and I want you to beg me for forgiveness"
The crazed look in his eyes made her blood run cold
"You would never make me beg"
He growled, punching the wall beside her, she flinched "Let me be the man you painted me to be, get down on your knees and beg"

Zoya dropped to her knees, placing her hands together "Im sorry, please Aditya, forgive me"
He looked down at her with disgust "My name is Adi, not Aditya, no more Mr nice guy"
He gripped her arm tightly and yanked her back up "For every time you insulted me, I will make sure you pay for it in the worst way, that you'll be begging me to just let you go"
"Why are you being like this, this isnt you"

He laughed loudly "This is the me you made when you accused me of taking advantage of you, this is the me your husband made when he fucked my wife, you made me out to be the monster when really it is your husband, but don't you worry, youll be begging to be with him when we're done"
"Done with what" she asked, confused, her body trembling with fear at this new anger he held in his eyes all for her

"Done with destroying Zoya Arora and making Zara"
"Why do you want me to become someone else so badly" she cried, her head spinning
"Because, I want you to be my bitch and Zara will be my bitch"
She shook her head "You're crazy, you cant make me do anything"
He smiled, holding up the contract she had signed "One year, you work for me, you do as I ask orrrrr" he smiled "ill finish that sentence when im ready"
Zoya pulled open the door, running out
"Dont let the door hit you on the way out" he called

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Zoya fell to her knees outside the building, she recalled how nice Aditya had been when they agreed to be friends, how he had taken her to hospital and saved her life, giving her his blood even though he hated hospitals.
She knew what she had said was wrong, but she had never expected him to be this way, she thought better of him

Aditya looked out of the window, watching Zoya cry. He held the letter in his hand, he grimaced, closing his eyes, he swallowed painfully, a tear making its way down his cheek. "Forgive me Zoya, but I can't let you die"

Yay, double update!