Hi guys, I'm back with a new story, this one will be a short one , three shot or four, I don't know yet. I hope you will like it 😉
A gift from life
-Mister Khan , a call from a school, said the secretary into the phone
-give me, replied Asad
-Good Morning, Mister khan, I'm Mrs Marge, the principal and I call you about your son, Salim
-Good Morning Mrs Marge, what's wrong with Salim ? he asked worried
-He had a fight with one of his classmate and he was punished, Salim shows aggressive behavior toward peers and this is the second time in a month, I'd like to talk to you about him.
-Mrs Marge, I know well my son, Salim is kind and gentle kid. He may just reply to other who was abusing him, Mrs Marge, what was the fight about ? He was annoyed, he knew well his son, Salim only replied, he never started, this is what he taught him.
-Mister Khan, in my school, we are not teaching to be violent, we are educating them, teaching them good values like respect, sharing, politeness, good manners and we do not tolerate behavior that are not worthy to others and this is for any reason. Both of the kids were punished for their behavior, but I really would like to talk to you, to prevent any other overflow in future.
-Ok, Mrs Marge, I'm coming, he cutted the call.
Salim was never an expressive kid, but he has a short temper just like his father, Asad Ahmed Khan. He raised alone his son since she died giving birth to Salim. First night alone with his son in his arms, he didn't knew how to do, but he learnt hardly, and he played the role of the mother and the father. At the beginning, Salim didn't feel the need, he was to young to understand, but when he entered the school, all the problem started and he can understand why, seeing his schoolmate with their mother, increased the the emptiness in his heart, losing his mother was more perennial like before. Salim became quiet and his short tempered was again more pronounced. Asad did everything that he can to cheer up his mood, but he can ignore the fact that Salim needed a mother or at least an image of a mother. He though that talking about Ayat, his mother, he will help him, kids used to love to dream, but Salim was not a dreamer, he always chose to ignore this discussion and leave. Asad felt helpless with the sadness of his son. He tried to never shout on him, instead of he always do anything to please him, but it seemed that no gift, or money or even him was enough.
He came to the school, he breathed deeply and saw the principal on the door :
-Mister khan, she shook his hand
-Mrs Marge, he replied politely
-I want you firstly to talk to him and to his teacher and then we will talk together. He just nodded, let me accompagnied you.
Asad entered the room and saw Salim, sitting, alone on his chair, balancing his feet, with his small arms on his chest, looking really grumpy. He entered and sat in front of him :
-hey champ, what's wrong ? He rubbed his hair softly
-nothing abbu, he started and I just replied, he resumed briefly the scene
Asad took Salim's face in his hand and scanned it, he didn't see any strong bruise, just the collar of his shirt was ripped and some buttons were missing. Asad taught Salim how to fight and he Iknew that his son was good in it. He knew that it's not good to teach this kind of things to a kid, if Ayat was here, she would have been mad at him, but she wasn't and he only gave him the lesson necessary for his future and his defense.
-Salim, what happened ? Asad asked softly
-Mister khan, came a melodious voice from behind
Asad turned to face and he froze for a second, he felt petrified. He blinked two times. He stopped to breath for a second. In front of him, stood a beautiful woman looking simply but so beautiful, something in her eyes and smile has electrified him in his place, he didn't move from inch, a stupid smile appeared on his face looking at her. He felt himself drooling shamelessly, he didn't feel this for any women for ages, this feelings were your heart was almost dead but nevertheless alive.
When he turned back, Zoya gulped and her heart hitched a bit, she felt wierd sensation in all her body : she felt heat waves in her tummy, her eyes stopped blinking for a while and she seemed not to touch the ground. Both of them, stood here silent looking at each other, the time has froze, including them in this space time. However, this strong feeling, Zoya came out almost in pain from this trance and increased her voice to break his trance too.
-Good Morning Mister khan, I'm Miss Zoya farooqui, Salim's teacher, she extanted her hand
His mouth opened, he extanted his hands mechanically and held her soft hand, and moved up and down , moving his head in parrallele. Avoiding to look at his intense and awkward eyes, she saluted him back but when her hand touched him, she felt some electricity throught her body. His hand was huge and strong, nevertheless gentle. This feeling seemed so foreign to her but not unpleasant.
-masha'Allah, he just said
-excuse me ? Zoya stared at him annoyed to see him watching her like a pervert, especially in front of his son, it was so embarrassing. Her cheeks became red with anger and shame.
-I mean, woh .. actually..., he changed his tone from a soft to a rude one, masha'Allah, my son has been beaten, and you did nothing
-actually, mister Khan..
-look at him, look at his shirt, he was crying
-I didn't cry, I'm a boy, objected Salim
-See, he is hurt, my son is hurt, Asad didn't know why he was saying those stupid thing, he felt stupid drooling over her like a pimply teenager, he tried to divert her mind.
-Mister khan, actually, the other boy was badly hurt, Salim bitted his nose and cheeks
-masha'Allah, Asad proudly, Zoya glared at him, I mean, it's not good, not good, he shook his head in denial
-Mister khan, violence is not the answer, and Salim you know that, He looked down, ashame.
-Listen Miss Farooqui, my son is not violent, he only protected himself, I never teach him to start the fight.
-you should have teach him to talk or to search for help instead of responding to the violence with violence, Mister khan
-in life, most of the time, you are alone to face the reality, and this is what I teach my son, to never let his fears, no matter what, always stay in your road and walk straight.
-Mister khan, he is too young to face life for the moment, let him grow up slowly or he will become bitter with time.
-how this fight start ? He avoided looking at her, he didn't know how to respond, again Asad felt the lack of mother tenderness in Salim education.He bent down and looked at his son and Zoya joined him.
-We were playing ball and I won but he was angry because he had lost, he pushed me and then I bitted him.
Asad and Zoya couldn't help but smiled at the same time at his cute explanation, they looked at each other obvious that they smiled, but they hid it quickly.
-Salim, said Zoya gently, almost like a mother call, Asad couldn't stop from melting away, seeing how she was with his son. He saw her caressing his hair and coming to Salim's cheek, and what surprised him the most, is how Salim reacted. He saw the feature of his face relax quietly under her touch and his eyes opened wide as amazed. Asad smiled inwardly and felt joy and pain.
-Salim, promise me that next time, you call me, if it happen again. Don't fight, don't start and don't respond, she looked at Asad, ok ? Both of them nodded in unison. Perfect, this is my boy. She smiled at him and Salim smiled shyly.
-I'm sorry, Miss farooqui, I won't do it again
-I know, and because what you did was not good, you know that you will be punish, right ? He nodded slightly.
-Miss Farooqui, you are not angry at me ? Asad said inside of him aww and looking at Zoya's face it expressed the same feelings.
-No, I'm not, but if you did it again, I will be upset because, I will think that you didn't trust me for asking me to help you and you didn't keep your promess to me.
-I promess, I won't do it, Miss farooqui.
-Ok, so give me hug before, Mrs Marge come, Salim wrapped his small arms around Zoya's neck and she held him back rubbing his back, saying sweet words to him. Asad sighed sadly and his eyes started tearing a bit. This is what Salim needed the most, a mother. Zoya felt an intense gaze on her and she looked at him and was surprised to see a mix of emotion in his eyes, she could see that his eyes was moist. Salim stepped back and cutted the eyes lock session between them.
-what about me, I don't deserve a hug ? Asked Asad making a puppy face.
Salim laughed and wrapped his arms around his father, Asad kissed his temple and said :
-I love you Salim
-I love you too abbu
It was Zoya's turn to feel something in her heart, seeing this bond between a child and his father, how she wished to have this in her life. Suddenly, her eyes were brimming with tears and it clicked in her mind, why she saw his eyes wet, he was in the same state like she was now, looking at them. She looked at him and he was staring at her and she felt his intense brown eyes into her soul, she felt naked under his eyes. She felt unconfortable but yet something familiar in the same time. How she can read him so much, it was the first time she saw him, but for her, she felt like she knows him, like she found something that it was missing in her life. She looked out of the window to divert her mind from this thought.
Mrs Marge cleared her troath and disturbed this encountner between Asad and his son. He stood up and faced her.
-Miss Farooqui, I hope you and Mister Khan has discussed about Salim and his behaviour ?
-Yes, Mrs Marge and Salim has promessed to not do it again, right Salim ? He nodded frantically
-Ok, Mister Khan shall we go to my cabin, to discuss futher ?
-Of course, he responded politely, before he left , he looked at Zoya and extanded his hand. I want to thank you Miss farooqui, for everything, he whispered the last part.
She smiled briefly and took his hand in hers, and didn't ignore the soft and familiar sensation she felt holding his hand, again, but this time the feeling was followed by an intense exchange with the eyes. She felt herself immersed in him and his brown eyes. Asad was not the last also to feel this, she has something in her, he thought, her eyes seemed to be sad and he didn't know why he wanted to hold her and tell her that everything will be alright. Mrs Marge cleared again her throat and both jerked, looking everywhere but not at each other.
-Mr Khan, this way please.
He followed her but threw a last look at Zoya and Salim who were now talking to each other. When Asad left the room, Zoya turned and faced the door, asking herself : what was that ?
After almost 30 minutes with Mrs Marge, he was exhauted, he felt himself like he was punishment, she spent all her time talking about rules, education and limits. He didn't know how he kept staying there all this time without leaving her in her boring monologue. He did it just for his son, he knows that this school was the best in all the town and he wanted the best for his son. He kept his pride inside and his eyes opened to give her the illusion to be agree with all what she was telling. The truth was that he only listen with one ears, while his mind drifted to Miss Farooqui and the image of her and Salim. It was a beautiful picture frame, his lips twirled unconsciously. He was almost unmasked when Mrs Marge noticed his smile thinking he was mocking her but he strechted quickly changing it into serious one. He went out finally, he loosened his tie, he was tired.
-how was it ? He heard her from behind, he could supress his smile, he wanted to see her and as the sky as listened to his silent prayer. He turned and adressed her a wide smile
-too looong, 30 minutes to say the same thing again and again. It's me who was punished not Salim, he rolled his eyes and it was her turned to smile showing him her dimple. Your smile is breathtaking, Miss Farooqui, he blurted out without thinking.
-Thank...you, she blushed, Mrs Marge can be sometimes talkative, she laughed nervously. Zoya didn't know why she felt herself like a teenager at her 16 in front of him, she was double today, but despite this, she couldn't stop from talking and laughing stupidly. She couldn't ignore the fact that she was really nervous. She already forgot how she was angry at him when he was drooling over her earlier, she was truthfully flattered to be admired by a handsome man like him, her femininity felt satisfy. It was so pleasant to have this feeling after such a long time.
Asad from his side, was acting like when he was in college, saying thing to make girls laughing. He was purely acting like a macho and he wanted to satisfy his ego and evaluated his sex appeal. Girls like to laugh and when he saw her smiling, he wanted only now to make her laugh. He couldn't help but inflat his chest seeing that it worked well with her. They stood in front of each other, smiling, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, many students came running and bumped into Zoya, breaking their silence. She caught one of them and reprimanded :
-Sarah, don't run in the corridor
-sorry, mum, I won't do it
-Mum ? Asad murmured
Zoya bent down and looked at her :
-Sarah, don't call me here like this, she raised her eyebrows
-Sorry, Miss Farooqui, Sarah replied, Zoya kissed her daughter and she left running with her camarades. She turned to talk to him but he disappeared. Her smile fell and all her butterflies died as well.
Asad stood in front of his car and hitted the hood. He felt stupid, she is a mother and she was for sure now also married. He felt a pinch in his heart.
- of course, how a beautiful woman like her can be alone ? Asad you are just a stupid, stupid, stupid, he hid his face into his hands, ashamed. I flirted with a married woman, but wait, why her title was Miss and not Mrs ? And I didn't see any ring on her finger, He thinks for a while when he smacked his forehead, Ugh, stupid Asad, she may not married but in couple. How can I face her again ? I drooled over her, I seduced her shamelessly, I covered her with compliments and now I left her like a thief. It's good for you not to see her again, mera Asad. Too bad, she's so beautiful and attractive, if only... He let out a deep, deep breath.
In the evening
-Salim, what are you doing here alone ?
-I'm waiting for my dad, he is always late, growled Salim
-how can he be so irresponsible ? Leaving his son , here alone, in the cold ? Zoya rolled her eyes at his father's behaviour She bent down and hold his cheek : Don't worry, Salim, we will stay with you until you father's arrival, she said softly.
-I'm not a kid, Miss farooqui, you don't need to wait with me, he will come soon, he always come.
Zoya adressed him a soft smile and her heart melt away to this little boy. She held both of Sarah's hand and Salim's hand, and looked right and left, searching for him.
-Oh sh**, I'm late again, he cursed himself looking at his watch, he drove as fast as he can, when he came an abrupt halt in front of the school. He saw Salim accompanied by his teacher, his beautiful teacher that he met this morning. She threw him a murderous look and he knew that he didn't get many points with her since this morning. He dressed his most and seductive smile to her, trying to soothe her temper.
-Helllo miss farooqui, he sang
-Mister khan, she said curtly, you are late.
-I know I'm really sorry, I had meeting and I didn't see the time,
-I don't need your excuses Mister khan, she stopped him with her hand, you have to apologize to your son.
He bent down facing his son, who looked grumpy and turned his face.
-I'm sorry champ, you can't imagine, I have to fight with many monsters and I drove with my Asad mobile through the darkness to reach you my little hero, but the monster took a long time to fight with them, he said dramatically, and I punched them here and there, he moved his hand in the air explaning his fake fight.
-Dad, I'm not a kid, you were just busy and you forget me...Again
-champ, you used to like those stories , he said sadly
-Dad, I'm 6 now and I can understand, you have many homework, and you don't like doing them that why you keep not doing it until you have to do it.
-since when did you grow up so fast, Salim ? He was impressed
-come on Dad, I'm hungry, he took his father's hand in his small one and pulled him. Goodbye Miss Farooqui, he waved, goodbye Sarah, he said shyly, she responded by waving with her free hand.
-Mister khan, I think you don't need to invent some weird stories to convince your son anymore, her voice full with sarcasm
-I guess so, I just tried to let my job less boring that it seems . She just shook her head, trying to hide her smile. He looked cute when he was lost, she thought. Sarah shook her hand taking her away from her reveries.
-Ammi, I'm hungry, can we go home now ?
-Sure, let's go, bye Salim, Mister khan, she saluated him coldly. They turned the heels to leave.
-what don't you join us ? Asad asked from behind. Salim shook his father's hand frantically to show his rejection at this idea.
-No thank you, Mister khan, it's nice of you.
-listen, you wait with my son, and I have to apologize to you both , so please let me invite you to a dinner, what about a pizza ? Sarah what do you think ? Do you like pizza ? He said happily.
-I don't...Zoya was cutted by her daughter's scream
-pizzaaa, we both love pizza, say yes mum, please, please, she made her puppy face.
-Sarah, Zoya closed her eyes frustrated
-Please ammi, please, please, please, she jumped in excitation, Asad joined her and both made their puppy face. Zoya sighed loudly and replied : O-K
-YES, Asad and Sarah said in unison and they gave high five each other to celebrate their victory.
-let's go then, he said.
Zoya walked slowly, growling under her breath, when Asad was at her sight, she whispered angrily
-this is an emotianal blackmail using my own daughter, Mister khan
He smiled at her and winked , she gasped by his devious smirk.
Pizzeria
-So kids, tell me what do you want to eat ? He looked at Zoya, who was still angry at him.
-I want a vegetarian pizza with extra cheese and extra mushroom, replied Sarah
-Dad, I want chicken pizza, with extra cheese, said Salim in turn
-And you , Miss farooqui ? Asad asked softly Zoya
-I'm not hungry, she crossed her arms on her chest, when suddenly she was betrayed by her stomach's voice
-stop saying some weird stories, Miss farooqui, he whispered in her ears, sending a shiver through her spine
-just salad, she replied quickly
-salad ? He laughed, don't tell me that you are kind of women who care about what they eat and her meals were salad and water, she glared at him angrily, you know you don't need to, you are so sexy just the way you are. Asad bitted his tongue and Zoya's cheeks turned red crinson.
-woh..actually, I didn't mean that...Matlab, I mean it, you are sexy but I didn't mean ...He stammered
-Sir, can I take your order please, asked the sealer behind the counter
-Yes, yes, Asad turned his face and thank God for this interruption.
-Ammi, what does it mean Sexy ?
Zoya gulped and was red again , full with embarrassement while she was looking at Asad's back. Asad pretended to be concentrated with the sealer but he heard Sarahs question.
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, he thought
-Sexy, mean that she is so beautiful that he want to kiss her, replied Salim proudly
Zoya and Asad's eyes were wide open, almost out of their head, Zoya was now all red and Asad seeing her has almost imagine some smoke going out of her nose. She turned her face away from Asad.
-ewww, you mean that your dad want to kiss my mum, a lip-to-lip kiss ? Asked innocently Sarah to Salim
-Yes, as I told you, my dad want to ki.mmm, Asad putted his hand on Salim's mouth and smiled wierdly
-Kids and their imagination, he said to Zoya like it was obvious
Zoya closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead in exasperation, but still her cheeks were all red. Asad looked at her and was mezmerized by her shyness and her innocent look, an involuntary smile formed on his lips at this view. Zoya glared at him frustrated and his smile fell instantly.
-go kids, look for a table, we are coming, he pushed the kid away. Asad turned his back and waited for to pay. He could sense that Zoya was behind him, he didn't know how all happen. He wanted to be nice and it was just a disaster, each time he wanted to act well infront of her, it finished as a fiasco. Soon, he thought she will slap him, he touched his cheek his advance. He sighed sadly. He looked up and found a mirror next to him, where he can see her without turning back. He didn't expect to see her like this, she was smiling, actually, she looked shy and happy. He saw her touching her cheeks to erase the color and saw bitting her lower lips to suppress her smile who was wide all her face. He smiled in turn and he thought :
-It wasn't totally a fiasco afterall.
During the dinner, the kids were enjoying their meals while Asad and Zoya glanced at each other discretly, they avoided any embarassement direct look or talk about what happen earlier. They just foccused on feeding the kids and exchanging some few and cordial words.
They all were walking, and the kids were happy laughing and talking to each other while the adult remained silent. Asad didn't know how to engage conversation and her rude and cold behaviour didn't help him that much. But, he didn't want to leave her now and to be away from her.
-kids, what about eating ice-cream now ? Asad suggested to the kids
-yeaahhh, both screamed
-Mister khan, it's not healthy and it's cold now.
-Miss farooqui, please, see how they are happy, don't spoil everything
-spoil everything ? Are you for real ? Eating ice-cream by this weather, the kids will fall sick, Are you a bit responsible, Mister khan ? She shouted at him, letting out all her exasperation on him. Asad looked at her suprised and showed her with his eyes the kids. Zoya was suddenly aware that she increased her voice and both of the kids looked a bit scared. She sighed loudly.
-I'm sorry, she said more for the kids than for him, let's GO for ice-cream, she said in defeat
-really mum ? Asked Sarah
-yes, really, but just one, she warned
Sarah and Salim ran to their parents holding them happily. Asad looked at her and said silently
-thank you
-I hate you, she replied silently and he smiled at her.
-but mum, please don't cry when you will eat the ice-cream
-why you say that Sarah ?
-because you always cry when you eat ice-cream, replied sadly Sarah, Zoya closed Sarah's mouth and said to Asad.
-Kids and ...
-their imagination, Asad finished and Zoya nodded nervously.
He was sure that what he felt was true, the sadness in her eyes was real, he didn't imagine it. He stared at her back and thought : what is your secret, Miss farooqui ?
Asad and Zoya were sitting on the bench looking at their kids playing in the small park. They sat here , in silent eating their ice-cream.
-Mister khan ?
-yes ? He was happy that she engaged a conversation
-no, let it be, it's nothing, she shook her head in denial
-no tell me, please, he insisted
-if you don't need to answer, you don't have to, ok ? He nodded, you know how kids like to draw and Salim always draw a house, his teddy bear and a picture frame of his parents, as he said. He never draw a total figure, I was wondering, he never saw his mother ? I know I'm intrusive, I didn't have to ask this, it's just that...
-he never saw her, she died giving birth to Salim, he looked straight, the only thing we have, it's picture and he has a frame near his bed. He never asked anything about her and when I wanted to talk about her, he always change the subject or he went away. I know that he need a mother, and I know that I'm not always with him, but I do my best. That's why I may look irresponsible, telling some weird stories, he laughed sadly, but I just want to see him always smiling, even if I have to act like a child or like a numb. Until he laugh, I'll keep doing it. But I guess, it's not enough, he closed his eyes supressing some tears.
He felt Zoya's hand on his hand, he looked at her, she blinked one time to reassure him.
-being a parent, it's not an easy task, despite this need, Salim is cheerful kid, everyone loves him, specially girls, Asad let out a soft chuckle. He is very creative, very smart and really kind but with short tempered. Give him time and never stop talking about his mother, even if you think that he doesn't listen, he listen. Just don't stop doing it. And keep being like you are with him but please tried to be on time, she said trying to light the mood.
Asad putted his hand on her and sniffed :
-I guess I have to buy another watch,
-I think it's a good start, they looked at each other, tenderly , it was like their eyes keep talking to each other. Zoya saw him differently this time, she saw a man lost and in need of love. Zoya was the first to look away, the word of love scared her. Her heart was racing, she felt almost breathless. It was the second time that she felt something inside of her, it has been ages that a man had moves in her such emotions, she thought that they were dead and buried.
-Sarah is just like you, may be less strict than you, he teased
-I'm a teacher Mister khan, I have to be sometimes like this
-I'm sure you are always like this, I can imagine when you go to buy your bread, one bread please, now, he exaggerated the firm tone
-No, it's not true, I'm not like this
-yes you are,
-I am not Mister Khan
-yes, you are
- I AM NOT ASAD, she yelled
-Ok, he raised his eyebrows mischeviously
- keep saying this and I will beat you black and blue
-violence is not the answer and by the way, please, call me Asad, I like the way you spell it , Zoya was speechless and her cheeks turned red.
-whatever, at least, I said goodbye before I leave, she threw one peak
-Oh, I'm sorry for this morning, it's just that I was late and ...
-I understand, she replied without conviction
Her sentence reminded him the hard reality, that she is a mother and her partner was maybe waiting for them. As much, as he did everything to stay longer with her, he can't make her single, he can't do this, it was irrespectful and he respected the commitment of mariage. He looked down sadly and replied :
- I think we should get back home, your husband may be waiting for you.
-I'm not married, not anymore. She replied soflty. He made a happy dance in his head but realized that she may have lost her husband, he felt guilty.
-I'm sorry, I didn't know that..
-no, he's not dead, he's alive, we are just seperated. Sometimes, I wished he was dead, it would have been easier. Asad was shocked. I know I sound rude but he left me when I was pregnant at my first month, he left the day I told him I was pregnant. He said that he was not ready to have child, he was not ready to get married so soon, he wanted to enjoy life first. We were young and in love when we get married and he thought that marrital life was just fun and... physical interaction, he didn't see all the responsabilities that he had to face. He ran and he left us. The saddest part is that when Sarah asked about him, I don't know what to say, just like you, I told her some weird stories, but I know that she doesn't believe them anymore and she waited for him, dreaming that one day, he will come for us. And I don't have heart to tell her the truth, Zoya let escape a sob. I'm sorry, I'm...
Asad held her hand and wiped her tears
-I understand Zoya, you know what , I can garantee that he will regret one day for what he did. I remembered that the day I held Salim in my arms was the most beautiful moment in all my life, as much as it was painfull that day for me, it was just magic to have this small body in my arms. He might have left both of you to enjoy his life, but I can garantee that there is no equival fun and happiness than holding his own child in his arms. You are a strong, smart, strict, she smiled sadly, and of course sexy, he nodded. She smacked him on his shoulders, Ouch and violent.
-thank you, she just replied, she didn't know what to say.
-thank you too , they held each other hands and looked at their child playing and laughing happily.
Zoya turned her attention at Asad, and stared at him for a moment. She scanned every part of his face, she had to admit that he was handsome and with a strong personnality. He may have been a bit clumsy with her but he always said some sweet and embarassing compliments. He was frustrated man but in the same time, he was pleasant. She didn't know why she felt two sides, even if the good sides has already win her heart. She saw some different facets of his personnality : arrogant, seducer, listening, awkward, kind, with fatherly instinct. He's still eating his ice-cream, when his hand ripped and some cream fell on his cheeks. She suppress her laugh, she tried hard to keep a serious face.
-oh really, miss farooqui, you think it's funny ?
-I'm sorry, it's just that you...She laughed loudly, pointing at his face. Asad looked at her and smiled inwardly, he saw her happy, her eyes was moisty and her smile light up her face. He didn't know why he felt something warm and care, he even heard his heart with a new beat for her. He found her beautiful the first time he saw her, but today, she looked beyong the beauty. Now, he had no barries to seduce her, she was a beautiful and single woman. He had a chance with her, but until now, he was far in the back in the race for winning her heart, but he was a lion and its motto is to be patient, very patient. She is a woman who is worth the wait for .Slowly, her laugh fade away and Asad wore his grumpy face.
-laugh as much as you can, Miss Farooqui, I can't believe it,
-I know now from where Salim has inherited this expression, she laughed again, let me help you, she suggested.
-no, thank you, let it be , she tried to grab his hand but with his force, his hand slipped from her grab and his ice-cream sticked to his nose. Both of their eyes were opened in shock.
-don't laugh, Zoya, don't laugh, he warned her, but it was too late, she held on her tummy, lauging out loud at him. Asad growled in frustration. Both of the kids heard her laugh and went to see them. It didn't take a time for them to join her and teased Asad and his face. Asad looked at them, his hands on his hips, he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He searched for a napkin in his pocket. But suddenly, he looked at them with michevious look.
-so, guys, I hope you have a lot of fun, well let me tell you that I'm going to clean all of this, showing his face, and because i'm too generous and I like to share, I will put some on all your face, I'm going to catch you all, ha ha ha ha, he laughed with a devil laugh.
Both of the kids ran for their lives while Asad purchased them, he caught first Salim and putted some of his ice-cream on his nose and cheeks. And then, he caught Sarah and putted her also some on her forehead, while Zoya was shouting at him. In sudden, Asad looked at Zoya and approached her dangerously. Zoya looked here and there :
-Mister khan, I'm warning you, don't touch me, I will shout
-oh yes please, shout, flatters my ego.
She started running and he joined her, she laughed and shouted on him. Finally, he grabbed her from behind :
-so miss farooqui, you want some ice-cream
-let me go, please, Asaaad, please
-oh yes, I love the way you say my name. He turned her around but she pushed him hard. Trying to catch his balance, he held her wrist and she felt hardly on his chest cutting his breath. He coughed loudly.
-mister Khan, are you ok ? She cupped his cheek
He gulped many times, and she rubbed his chest.
-try to breath, inspired expires, she did as she said, he followed her. He blinked and tried to adjust his souffle. Are you ok ? Mister khan ? She continued rubbing his chest. Asad turned on her side and now he was half covering her with his body, she struggled under him, but he held her firmly and blocked her hands between their chest. Zoya's chest was moving up and down faster due to his closeness.
-thank you, Miss farooqui, and I have something for you, he came closer to her lips, Zoya closed her eyes in anticipation, she felt his cheek on her, he moved slowly, leading more than necessary on hers, almost caressing her with his cheek. After leaving some cream on her, they stared at each other, both of them were breathing rapidly and Zoya could feel her and his eractic heartbeat against her hands.
-I told you my father want kiss miss farooqui, teased Salim
-I think you are right, I think even my mum want to kiss you dad, confirmed Sarah.
Zoya looked at her daughter and pushed Asad away from her , and she stood up, removing dirt from her clothes. The truth was that she took this opportunity to avoid looking at him. They were closed and it seemed that both of them was affected by this closeness. She didn't want to think about it. He is one of his student's parents, she has a deontology. Asad observed her going, furious, he failed miserably to gain her and he was sure now that he was attracted to her more than he thought.
Both of the children were exhauted by this night, they were sleeping on the back, while Asad was driving and Zoya looked outside the window. Asad saw her throught the corner of his eyes, she fought her sleep and tried harder to keep her eyes open. They all arrived at Zoya's house. Silently, Zoya went out and opened the door to take Sarah. Asad came in between and helped her.
-it's ok for you ? He asked
-yes, she said avoiding looking at him
-see you soon, Miss farooqui
-I hope not
-why ?
-because it means that Salim had a problem or you are late
-what if we see each other without the kids ?
-are you asking me out, Mister khan ?
-yes
Zoya almost gasped at his abrupt and unwaited answer, she didn't expect from him to be so straightforward.
-listen, Mister khan, it s really flattering, but I can't
-why ?
-because I'm your son's teacher, I have deontology
-is there a rule against dating a student's parent ?
-no, but in my code yes, I don't date any student's parent.
-you mean that you have other proposal ?
-no, you are the first
-so, it means that this rule only appeared today and how you will know that it's not good if you don't try ? Don't use this rule now to justify your refusal.
-no mister arrogant ahmed khan, I don't date specially student's parent
-ok, so it means if you are not anymore Salim's teacher, you will going on date with me ?
-Nop
-and may I know what this new rule ? He smirked
-this rule said : I don't date stupid and arrogant male, specially those who their name start with A and finish with sad. She smiled at him ironically
-oh, I guess I can't change my name in this case, he rubbed the back of his head. But my nickname is chintu, it makes any difference in your rules.
-good night mister khan
-good night miss farooqui
Asad looked at Salim who was sleeping with mouth wide open, he sighed loudly :
-Miss farooqui, why are you so complicated ?
Zoya lay her daughter on her bed and caressed her hair. His last words came into her mind :
-did he ask me for a date ? She smiled like a teenager, but it quickly fade way, why are you happy ? You decline his offer, for sure, he will never come again. Miss strict Farooqui. She huffed.
In their respective bedroom, they sighed thinking about the other.
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