"I heard he is pretty dayyuummmn cute!" She added bumping Zoya.
But Zoya was lost in thoughts.
Zoya had just gotten over the shock of her breakup with Armaan. She and Armaan had been together for three months but it all wasn't that special now. It was a dark and stormy night. Zoya and Armaan had just gotten to Armaans house after a friends birthday party. Unfortunately what happened next is what shocked Zoya the most. Only the next morning after she woke up in his bed, She realized that he was a Get-In-The-Bed guy. She had cried and cried until the salty tears could be formed no more.
She confronted him at school but he ignored her as if they had never met. Eventually Zoya became depressed and started writing funny things about Armaan on sticky notes and sticking them on the outside of her windows so the whole world could see. Sometimes she didn't even know what she wrote. But Mumbai was full of bitches. Eventually someone found a note on the floor and passed it to Armaan. The most horrible one. It was the one Zoya insulted Armaan. The others just had false memories.
Armaan is a two faced idiot! He deserves Hell thats what! Armaan the birthday kiss you gave me was like cherry on top... But the cherry was sour. NOT my type. Your a sore loser Armaan. Dang it!
That was the day Armaan got to know Zoya's presence again. He had walked right up to her and spat in her face. I'm dumping you! Zoya hadn't answered. Who bothered. He was a son of a bitch anyway. Zoya kept regretting her relationship with him.
One month later, Zoya recieved aweful symptoms. She had puked twice in the ladies Loo at school. She started feeling dizzy and sick. But Zoya didn't need a doctor. She knew what she had done. She was pregnant. After some emotional moments and horrible apointments, Zoya decided to keep the baby. After all it wasn't his or her fault. He/She didn't choose who to be conceived by. At the moment no one knew. Except for her sister in Bhopal, Zeenat. Zeenat had been kind and allowed Zoya to make her decision.
"Oh Hello? Are you here or in Italy?" Tammanah bumped Zoya again. This time it was a nudge in the stomach. Zoya spun around.
"Are you mad! I don't want to listen to your crazy hypothesis! Allah Miyan! You hurt the.. You hurt me!" Zoya cried furiously.
Tammanah was shocked. She had never heard Zoya so mad before.
"Are you OK Zoya? I could help? I'm Sorry... Although I didn't nudge you that hard..." Tammanah whispered.
Zoya recognized the hurt in Tammanah's eyes.
"I'm..." Zoya was about to apologize but Tammanah cut her off.
"I think you need your space. I'll be in Geography Class.." She walked away.
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A whole period had passed by and Zoya didn't even know it. Luckily her geography teacher was a nice teacher and marked her present for class. She had been observing Zoya for a long time. She knew Zoya wasn't up to it.
All of a sudden Zoya felt dizzy. Oh No! She thought. She was going to pass out right here in College.
Her vision became blurry and she heard a fuzzy sound in her ears. She didn't know what happened after that.
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She woke up to be in a familiar room. Her doctors room.
She tried to remember and then slowly her thoughts came back to her.
How did she get here? Oh no. Whoever brought her here would have definitely found out about her pregnancy. She was done for.
"Doctor Kumari? Who brought me here?" Asked a shivering Zoya.
"Aaah Zoya beta, You finally woke up? Well to answer your question. It was the gentleman waiting outside. And to be excact , He is more than a gentleman..." The doctor replied.
"I'll call him in for you.." She glanced towards the door and nodded.
Zoya shifted nervously.
"In here Sir..." She heard the doctor say.
Sir? She thought.
Oh God...
Zoya closed her eyes, afraid to open them.
"Are you alright Zoya?" She heard a very manly voice.
She slowly looked up and saw a man with broad shoulders, A sexy jawline and a tensed face.
She gazed at his hotness.
What was she thinking? She was here caught pregnant by some prince who everyone called Sir and she was now thinking about how awesome this guy was.
"By the way, I'm Asad, Asad Ahmed Khan. But You probably will have to call me Mr Khan as I'm also your English teacher..."
Zoya gasped and opened her mouth out wide.
Really Oh No...
