The one day I thought I wouldn't write anything and I've written like 5 different things! 😆 *shakes head* Anyways....it's my first one shot for this person and I really *crosses fingers* hope she likes it! 😃
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"Just stop it Prem!" Asma angrily threw her cell phone on the bed and sat at the edge of it remembering their conversation.
"Asma—I won't be able to come tonight. I'm sorry," Prem said.
"But Prem. I hate going to every function by myself. All my other friends and cousins come with their boyfriends and husbands," Asma argued.
"I've got to work tonight." He said sadly.
"Tumhare paas mere liye bilkul time nahin hain," she growled.
"Asma," He started to say before she interrupted.
"Just stop it Prem!"
Was she being too harsh with him? Asma wondered as she delicately put on her necklace. He deserved it, she thought coldly as she shoved her arm through her bangles.
"Asma! Are you ready?" Her mom called up the stairs.
"Two minutes!" Asma called back as she quickly pinned her dupatta on her right shoulder over her choli suit.
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"Samajta kya hain aapne aapko?" She fumed as she entered the grand hall with her cousins.
"Did you say something?" One of them asked her.
"Kuch bhi nahin." Asma smiled sweetly before muttering to herself again. "Even if I did, not like anyone listens to me," She walked near their table and turned the chair so she was looking out the huge window that overlooked the entire river.
"I listen," a husky voice sounded at her ear and she turned so quickly she knocked some of the utensils to the ground. "I—I'm sorry," she said to the nearby waiter who had just arranged the utensils.
Her brow furrowed. Why was she imaging his voice? Wasn't that something you only did when the person had died or something? She shook her head trying to get the negative thoughts out of her head. Prem wasn't here and that was the only thing bothering her.
She got up to go the bar to get a class of Coke. "One coke please," She placed both her arms on the bar before hopping onto the stool while the bartender was still turned around. She turned her stool to face the front while the couple of the evening was cutting their cake. She smiled sadly—she wanted to share this type of moment with Prem, but he wasn't with her. She spun around rapidly when she hear the glass clink with the tiled bar table but nearly fell off her stool.
"Pr—Prem?" she uttered as she blinked her eyes a few times.
His gorgeous face was right in front of her. Complete with the silky hair and the long eyelashes. She reached out to touch him when he backed away.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I think you're mistaken. My name's not Prem, it's Prashant." He pointed at his name badge.
Asma looked down and then back at his face and makes a puppy dog face before jumping off the stool. "Sorry," she took her drink before rushing away.
She held her hand against her head and closed her eyes. What was happening to her? Why could she see him everywhere? He was just a guy, a guy who made her mad.
She took a quick gulp of her drink and then held her nose. Brain freeze she thought instantly as she all but choked on a piece of ice.
She continued holding her nose while she walked and bumped into a waiter who was carrying a tray full of food but thankfully he caught the tray in time but sadly she couldn't say the same about her glass of coke that spilled all over her dupatta.
"What are you doing? Dekh ke nahin chal sakhte kya?" She growled. "Naam kya hain tumhara?"
"Aap? Aap complain karengi?" The waiter was quivering despite being 5 inches taller than her.
"Of course!" She frowned as she read his name badge. "Prem? Tumhara naam Prem hain? No wonder tumne yeh kiya. Duniye ke saare ke saare Prem stupid hain! Yeh naam hi manhoos hain," she groaned as she held her wet dupatta away from her body before walking to the washroom.
The waiter stared after her a small pout forming on his face; suddenly an arm comes around his shoulder and he turns to see a man the same height as him next to him.
"Ji?" he asked.
"Woh ladki jo yahaan se gayi—kaafi ghusse mein thi na?"
The waiter sighed. "Poochiye mat. Pata nahin kyun. Meri ghalti nahin thi saab. Unka hi glass unke upar gira tha,"
The other guy smiled sympathetically before glancing down at his name badge and smiling wider. "No wonder."
"Ji?"
"No wonder she was so angry with you," He told him. "Mera naam Prem hain,"
"To main kya karu?" The waiter asked confused.
Prem smiled and shook his head. "Tum nahin samjoge," He slapped the guys shoulder before going in the same direction as Asma.
The waiter looked after them both and shook his head. "Aaj ka din hi kharab hain,"
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Asma stood under the dryer, holding her dupatta in front of her. "Thank god it's brown as well," She muttered to herself as she dried it.
Finally when it was done she took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. Leaning against the opposite wall she saw him again.
"What do you want now?" She groaned. "All because of you I keep getting into all these stupid situations. Tum jao na!" She shut her eyes tightly and then peeked them open but only saw him still standing there with his eyebrows creased.
Was he actually there? She hesitatingly walked up to him and slowly touched his cheek with her palm and felt the heat from his face in her hand. "Prem?"
He nodded before smiling. "I got out of work early,"
She smiled back and they both walked slowly into the main hall. "I missed you,"
"I missed you too," He kissed her cheek lightly. "So tell me—what were these 'stupid situations'?"
Asma swallowed and looked back into his waiting eyes. "Nothing interesting," She tiptoed before kissing his cheek and crossing her fingers behind her back hoping she wouldn't do anymore crazy things.
*cringes* Did you like it Asma? You have NO idea how long I've been thinking of an appropriate idea for you, and then suddenly about an hour ago I got this idea, and so I decided to write it! 😳 I hope you liked it! *hugs* And for everyone else, please comment or hit the 'like' button! 😃
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