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Hellooo AsYan'sđł i've attempted on a one shot for the current track. This is my first attempt to writing something on AsYa so pleasseee commment its my dearest request to you ALL! Even if its criticism I'd like to know so don't leave without leaving some feedback...
Nope. She wasn't going to let him off easily this time. What did he think?! He actually had the nerve to ask her if HE was the one who had done something wrong. Why SHE was behaving the way she was? He was the one that WALKED away from her while she was exploding with her feelings, with her suppressed emotions. Zoya was fuming! Sitting on her bed, with her headphones in her ears, she started to reminisce the moments when she felt close to Mr Khan, so close yet so far. Last night was one of those moments. She knew he understood her, she was just trying to work out why Mr Khan had walked away from her. Walked away from her when she needed his reassurance. His care. His love?
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So here it is:
He was standing there thinking about what to do. He had so many problems. Ammi. Ayaan. His father. And now her. He sighed. Miss Faaroqui, he thought, why are you doing this to me now? You want me to listen? Fine, I will listen. Before he had realized he started walking towards her room.
'Miss Faaruqui' He asked with a knock. Unlike her of course. 'Miss Faaruqui, aap sun rahee hai? I know you can hear me.' She of course with her headphones plugged in, was in a world of her own. 'MISS FAARUQUI' He said for the last time before he entered the room and stood in front of her with his arms folded. 'Do you have a problem with knocking before you enter my room Mr Khan?' She shot at him getting up on her bed. 'Kya?! Aap kabhi knock karti hain?'He shot back. 'Besides, I knocked twice!' He glared up at her. 'Aur aap neeche utaar ye, abhi!'
She looked down at her headphones and immediately stepped down from the bed.
'Aap yahaan kyun aaye hai, jaldi keejiye...Mere paas zyada waqt nahin hai. Bohot kaam hai Quran Khawani ke liye'
'Woh..mein...Miss Faruqui mein...' He stuttered.
She looked at him, puzzled. 'Yeh Mein mein kya karrahi hain, Kahiye Mr Khan... Isi baat pe ek sher aarz hai' She started.
He didn't let her finish, 'Miss Faruqui, mein aapki bakwaas shayri nahin sunne aaya hoon!!'He fired.
'Well aap kisliye aayi hai? Waisi mein joh bhi bolti hoon wo bakwaas hi hota hai aap ke liye, jaise kaal mein bakwaas kar rahi thi' She said in a quiet tone, looking down, tears in her eyes.
Asad sighed, he was tired of acting like a lion in front of her. 'I didn't say that, i'm ...i'm sorry', He replied quietly. She glared at him then...it took her back to last night. She wasn't upset but unaware, tears just made way past her eyes and strolled down her left cheek. 'It's okay' She whispered. Asad was perfectly aware of her tears. He hated making her cry more than anything. He clenched his fists and his jaw to control himself.
She turned around to leave when he caught hold of her hand, just like he did when he danced with her that other day. (Mitwa moment- of course). Her heart started thumping with his touch. She was afraid he knew. She was afraid that he saw right through her and that he could hear her heart thump. Currents just oozed through her body. She closed her eyes and remembered the effect he had on her when he came close. When they danced, when he pulled her close, when he pinned her to the wall. 'Mere seene mein dil hai, Miss Faaruqui. I left yesterday because I didn't...know what to say to you.' He said huskily. He pulled her hand gently towards himself, which caused her to turn around. But she couldn't look into his eyes now...he was touching her, holding her. (Mitwa moment) 'I know you'll be ok Zoya...your a strong girl...app ne hi kaha tha, remember?' That gave her a reason to look at him, when really she just wanted an excuse to look into those big, innocent, loving eyes. He stared right back at her, scanning her eyes down to her lips. Both of them stood there questioning eachother through their eyes. Asad gently let go of her hand and wiped away the tear on her left cheek, without thinking. He realized what he had done and looked down, out of embarrassment. She couldn't take it anymore, he was too close to her...she had never let anyone get so close. She had to get away. She broke away from his touch, now looking at him with numerous questions in her head. What was that Mr Khan?
'Phoop- phoophi ko kuch chahiye hogi, mein jaati hoon' She had to get away. She walked out of her room as fast as she possibly could, without looking back at him, knowing he'd be looking right at her.
Whats wrong with her? He thought. When I walk away she has a problem and now that I was ready to listen she has a problem. And i'm the one that's emotionally challenged? He stood, hands in his pockets, unaware of the effect he had just left on her.
EDIT!:---UPDATED
The Quran Khawani was over. Zoya, drying her wet hair with a towel was thinking about when she was called a 'Bazaro waali aurat' by the woman at the ceremony. The words cut through her like a sharp razor. Why didn't I just listen to Mr Khan when he told me the jeans weren't appropriate for the function? If my ammi was alive now and my abbu was with me then this never would have happened. She thought. She went to switch on her laptop to see what other clues she could find about looking for her father. Soon she realized that Mr Khan was in possession of the last clue she had, the photograph. So she went to get it.
'Mr Khan', She said, her chirpy self, barging into his room. Without a knock of course. 'Mr Khan maine joh tasveer diya tha aap ko, woh mujhe abhi chahiye' She asked with hand gestures. 'Woh, erm, mere paas abhi nahin hai Miss Faruqui...lekin-'. He started.
She frowned, 'Matlab? Kya matlab hai aapka? Aap ne ye BHI kho diya? Mr Khan mujhe pata ta ke aapko trust nahin karna chahiye tha.' She exclaimed, suddenly tearful. 'Woh mere abbu tak pochne ki aakhri clue thi...ab mein kya karoo'. She screamed. Asad just watched her, raising his eyebrows.'Ya Allah mein kya karoon ?' She said shaking her head. 'Batayein Mr Kha-'. Asad however did not let her finish. He pulled her by the shoulders with all his masculinity and glared straight into her eyes. 'Miss Faruqui! Meri baat khattam nahin huwi! Woh photograph meine kisi ko diya hai, aap ki help karne ki liye!'. She stared back in disbelief. 'Aur what do you mean yeh BHI koh diya huh? Maine kya kiya hai? Kya khoya hai aap ka?' He said holding her gently now, in a softer tone.
'Aap ko yaad nahin?' She whispered looking away, 'Meri aami ki nishaani...Mein behosh thi, matlab yeh aapki responsibilty thi na?'
Asad, letting her go, remembered that he secretly had custody of her earring. The one he was 'supposedly' going to give back to her, the day after the Akram situation. He couldn't look into her eyes now. She'd see right through him, she'd see that he was lying. She'd see that he was hiding something. 'Get out Miss Faaruqui'. He said harshly.
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