•Chapter 4•

Aiesha's POV:

Her words didn't bother me because I knew I could make it by myself. Well that is what I believed. Right now I have dreams to make a reality.

I was rushing even though I was not late. I got in my car in a full black outfit. I was trying to keep my calm as I was driving to the department. I was nervous of getting the job as it is dangerous. But it was life long dream. It was always a dream. A day dream. Nothing was a reality back then. But today I can confirm that I am going to accomplish my dreams. Well time to cool down.

As I walk into the building the reality hits that there are so many people here. Ugh Aiesha SUCK MY DICK.

Hoe your talking to yourself.

Ok shut the fuck up

I try to keep that positive attitude till I get called out but it takes time because I'M LAST UGH.

. . .

As i am waiting everyone before me comes out crying, angry or disappointed which got me more nervous than ever and the thing is some of them look capable even more than me.

I get called and I breathe deeply.

'Aiesha Malik, you are up next.'

I give the lady a smile and walk down the hall and into the office as I am greeted with Micheal who is the director of NYC federal investigation department. I shake the hand and take a seat.

'I must say I am very impressed by your academics. Came first in every class and exams. British learner. Multilingual.'

I wasn't surprised he knew a lot about my past because they have to look. I was scared because i made sure that nothing was written about my family and it will be suspicious.

'No criminal records. Pakistan born. Raised French. Educated in England. Very impressed. I must say there is not much in the family bit though.' There goes the fear

'Thank you so much. It is appreciated. Family wise I grew up with both loving parents who are the reason i am here. Normal life with 4 siblings.' I respond hopeful not sounding hurt. It wasn't a total lie. I am here because of them. The door swung open but I was too busy to look back.

'Degree in criminology and a trained boxer and shooter. You were made for this. Why do you think you deserve this job.'

'Wether I deserve this or not is your decision but I assure you that I will work a 110% and achieve anything i put my heart to.'

'I see it. The dedication and motivation won't go unnoticed. You have a big dream there. We will be seeing each other again tomorrow at 6. Oh and who will you share this with.

My face lit up but I made sure to keep a straight face to not look over excited. I was glad I kept that straight face because I didn't the disappointed of not having to tell anyone being viable.

'No one.'

'Why is that.' Ok Mr nosy

'I'd rather not share this with my family.' I respond clenching my jaw which did not go unnoticed as he quickly realised why my family was not mentioned in my past.

'Oh that is noted. Sorry. See you tomorrow 6 a.m. You have a lot of potential.'

I start getting my purse over my shoulder and start walking out. I notice the person who entered a few minutes ago. A tall man probably 6 foot, matching black hair. He crosses his arm while looking me in the eyes which made my heart skip a beat but I didn't loose eye contact. As he crossed his arms his muscles flexed his black shirt. Green eyes, a striking jawline. He gave a congratulating smile and I give one back and walk out breaking the eye contact.



What's wrong with your flat ass hoe

Stop swearing at yourself.

Ugh what's wrong with you. Stop getting distracted by a guy. You did not come this far to loose it over some next guy. I was surprised I got chosen. Oh well.

YOU MADE IT AIESHA. YOUR DREAM IS TRUE. THE STRESS IS RELEASED. YOU MADE IT. ALL THE PAIN IS NOW WORTH IT.

I genuinely had no one to tell so I went home showered and put on silk pj's and finished some documents. I got to bed early for that 6 a.m training that was stressing me out. As much as I am trained in the training there are so many good people in the fbi.



I played the song. Blasting and as soon as the notes hit, i started singing the chorus with thoughts wondering off. As I laid down with the music still playing my life hit me.

I went from nothing to having my dream come true. I wish my parents were to see what I have accomplished.

I wish my dad knew. I wish he knew the potential I had. I wish he knew that if he is ill I will still pray for him to be better. After all he did.

I hope he realises the mistake that he has made. When he is mid heart attack and my family is praying. I hope he realises that he needed my prayer which I didn't have the courage to give. When he needs my blessing. I hope he realises the gem he lost. When he is sitting at family dinner. I hope he realises that the whole family is out of place because of this one 23 year old.

I needed a dad while walking in the streets alone. I needed a fatherly figure while I was crying out. I needed it. Tears running down my face hoping for someone to show up and hug me. The music shifts to the chorus again. I lay still , tears still streaming down my face. Damn. Since I left only my siblings and mom called me. No sign of my dad. Why was I so bothered. If he didn't care before he wouldn't now. Why do I care. I guess I just needed a father figure to walk me down the aisle or be there to pick me up when I used to cry at night. All of these thoughts drove me to the edge. This shit my dad pulled was the reason I today Aiesha Malik is alone. No one in sight yet I still feel watched .

All this thinking got me into a deep sleep.

Zeeshan's POV:

I walk into the second to last interview and look at a disappointed Micheal.

'Damn these people are useless. One last one left and from her file she looks pretty good.'

'Yh lets hope we have luck. You want anything to drink.' I offer knowing he is tired.

'Nah. One more and I'm going to sleep.'

'I'm going to get myself coffee. I'll be right back.'

. . .

I walk into the last meeting. It's a girl with a hijab on. She looked modest but modern in a full black outfit like mine. She didn't turn so I look at Micheal who seems very impressed. I listen in to know more.

'Oh that's noted. Sorry...'

Interesting. Does she not have anyone to tell. I know Micheal understood so I'll ask him. She stood up and finally noticed me making eye contact that gave me butterflies. She was small compared to me about 5 foot 5, brown honey eyes, midnight black hair as far as I know from the strands taken out of her bun in the front giving her a modern look. She had glowing honey skin which was popping because of her gold jewelry. A sharp jawline with an amazing kept body. She looked like she could beat the shit out of you with just a stare. Damn. She kept a straight face so I gave her a winning smile and she gave one back and we parted our ways

'So how did she get through?' I questioned hoping to uncover the mystery.

'Top in her school. Trained in shooting and boxing. She fits perfectly. She seems determined but she's mysterious she has no one to tell and nothing on her family. When she told me about her loving parents her eyes defied her and I could tell she was lying but there is no proof. She's done a good job at hiding her past.' He responded passing me the file. I skimmed through it as my eyes fell on the photo which was a perfect representation of her. She's good at hiding her feelings.

'Listen to this we did her research and it says she doesn't live with her parents and at the age of 16 she moved with her brother and was seem with scars and bruises on her face. The girl is mysterious. You should have seen her face when I asked who she is going to tell. Jaw clenched.' He explains

'I agree her eyes defy her. She is hiding something.

. . .

Her mysteriousness ate me up so I looked her up. I looked through her brother's past. Half brother they share the father. He suffered abuse from his father. Weird. There is so much on her family but just her. Nothing goes past the fbi. How did she get everything deleted from her past. Only we can do that.

I left and showered to go to bed but her striking honey eyes still had me thinking.

What are you hiding Aiesha Malik.

♡ ♡ ♡

At 5 i got ready wearing an all black again but more comfortable since we have training with the newbie. I got in my Mercedes and headed off.



I walked in and saw that she uhhhm Aiesha has already met the team.

' This is Zeeshan. Our head of the team and he is always late so don't count on him for anything. Zeeshan our new member Aiesha Malik.'

We shake hands.

'Aiesha. Nice to meet you.'

'Feelings mutual Zeeshan' her voice sent chills down my spine. Why did she have an effect on me. No one has ever. Our eyes still locked on each others I notice how deep her honey eyes go. It was like a door guarding her feelings. I did that. I kept myself concealed but not as much as hers.

'Ok so training today. Let's see what you are capable of Aiesha.' Micheal takes back the attention.

'Whose Aiesha's partner.' Owen questioned.

'Aiesha is going to stay alone for her first mission then we will see.' I am the only one who doesn't have a partner. Interesting. What is the first mission?

She kept the winner's face on as we headed to the shooting range. We all aligned making me next to her. We all started shooting with the noise of the bullets taking over.



I looked over at her. She has her aim and is shooting sending shocked faces to everyone. No one has ever come and shot perfectly let alone a row of shots perfectly. Wtf.

'Aiesha. Omg. How.'

'Practise.' She replied

She looked back at me with my green eyes locked to her brown eyes making me feel some type of way and realised i knew she was lying. I looked deep into her with a smirk on my face. She has a mystery behind her answer.