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HELLLO! Sorry for the lateness, I've been covering for people who covered my shifts during my week off. And then my boyfriend broke his ankle and is being a big whiney baby about it. I literally just watch movies with him all day and listen to him whine. So I drugged him to write this, LOL, I joke I gave him Tylenol. Don't report me to the authorities :)
Zoya's drunk antics are based on a true story that is slightly altered to fit the story. I won't say who its based on, *coughmecough*.
Chapter 19
Khushi's POV
"Do you want to talk?" I asked leaning against the railing beside him as we stood on the terrace overlooking the party downstairs.
"She just..." Arnav said groaning.
"Why is she here anyways?" I asked confused. She wasn't welcome here, that much was clear and she had no reason to be here.
"She likes to come every once in a while to point out all the things my mom does wrong." Arnav said angrily. "She's so...I can't believe I am related to her."
"She does seem..." I started.
"Cold, judgemental, a total bitch?" Arnav said. "She has always been like that. She blames my mother for everything that's happened."
"Hm, your mom told me." I whispered squeezing his hand.
"It just annoys me." He said sighing, his voice full of sadness. "Everything is going fine, and then she shows up and opens the old wounds...I just-" He said sadly standing upright. I noticed his eyes were bloodshot and my heart broke.
I put my arms around him and buried my hands in his hair, hugging him tightly, desperate to ease away his pain. To bring that smile back on his face. He hesitated for a moment before putting his hands around me, tucking his head into my hair. His entire body shuddered and my chest constricted, feeling his pain. And we stood there, for god knows how long, as the party continued downstairs.
I smiled as I felt him relax against me. "We should go downstairs." he mumbled.
"We should." I smiled. "Let's go." I said pulling away from him.
"I am hungry." He groaned as we walked down the stairs.
"Well if it isn't Arnav Singh Raizada!" A voice boomed from downstairs. I looked ahead to see three guys, all around Arnav's age standing at the foot of the stairs. They were all fairly good looking, dressed in tuxes, their hair gelled. The one in the middle seemed nice, a genuine smile on his face while the other two smirking, blatantly checking me out.
I felt Arnav stiffen next to me as his hold on my hand tightened.
"Eshaan!" He smiled pulling the guy in the middle into a handshake. "Singhania, Malhotra." He said nodding his head at the other two. Okay, so they weren't on a first name basis, he obviously disliked them evident by the cold greeting.
"How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages." Eshaan smiled.
"Good, caught up in work and all. I heard you took over MPC! Congratulations." Arnav said.
"Thank you!" He smiled.
"Raizada, it seems that you've forgotten your manners, aren't you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?" One of the other guys said.
"Oh right. This is my girlfriend Khushi Gupta." He said. "Khushi, this is Eshaan Sharma-"
"Hi, I am Abhi and this is Nakul." Abhi said cutting Arnav off. "Nice to meet such a pretty lady." He said.
I just smiled and nodded immediately taking a disliking to him.
"I am starving guys, so if you could excuse us. Enjoy the party! See you later Eshaan." Arnav smiled pulling me along. I waved a quick goodbye to Eshaan as we walked away.
"You don't seem to like them." I said.
"Eshaan's a nice guy. It's the other two I don't like." Arnav muttered.
"Why?" I asked.
"They play into the rich boy stereotype, that's all." He said.
"Which is?" I prompted.
"People always think that guys from rich families live off their parent's money and are womanizing jerks. And most of us aren't. But they fit the stereotype, they think they are god's gift to women, they go out picking up different women every chance they get and then throw them away, never even bothering to call them up after." He seethed.
"That is-" I started but to be interrupted.
"f**king disgusting." Arnav muttered as we stepped out into the backyard his distaste for their behavior clearly evident in its voice. "It's so disrespectful and immoral. They just piss me off." He said as I listened, proud.
I smiled at the tone of his voice, he wasn't pretending to hate them, he wasn't like most guys who said what they thought you wanted to hear. He actually meant every word. And just like that, he became even more perfect. He was a perfect gentleman and he'd never even think of hurting me.
And with that realization the walls around my heart fell as I stared at his face and it felt wonderful. Like my heart was expanding in my chest. Time slowed down as all the moments I spent with him flashed before my eyes. Everything from the first time I literally fell on him, our first kiss, him buying me jalebis, the smile on his face when I made him something, the intense feeling of happiness whenever he walked into a room, the first time he said I love you, the cuddling and how he was always there for me when I needed him.
And then started a whole new onslaught of things that hadn't happened yet, of us buying a house together, getting engaged, getting married, having kids and weekend get togethers at this very farmhouse.
With the images came the realization. I was in love with him, probably had been for the longest time now. My breath hitched as the realization came upon me, it was as if every piece of my heart that had ever been broken came back together, and every little crack filled. And I realized that as long as he loved me and I loved him we'd be okay.
"Khushi!" Arnav said shaking me.
"Huh?" I said.
"You kind of just blanked out, are you okay?" He asked.
"YEP!" I nodded smiling at him, I then took in the fact that we were in the middle of the buffet line and everyone was staring at me. I blushed and grabbed a plate as Arnav piled his.
Third Person POV
If we could narrow down the list of things that Zoya Farooqui loved to do when she was drunk, dancing would be on top of it. She danced and she danced, pulling Asad, Najma, Nikhat or anyone along with her. Thankfully, the guests had just written off her exuberance to the party and didn't question it. Asad thanked god that Zoya sang the songs that played rather than talked because she was saying really weird things.
Zoya refused to leave the dance floor as Asad tried to pull her towards the buffet, so she could eat something and perhaps be...less intoxicated. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to his side.
"Nooo!" She whined. "I want to dance."
"We should get you something to eat. You want to eat right?" Asad urged.
"Nooo! What if I try to eat and put the food in my nose instead? It's sooo close to my mouth." She whispered then started laughing.
"I'll feed you." Asad said just trying to get her off the dance floor.
"Aw, promise?" She smiled.
"Yes."
"NOOO! You have to pinkie promise me." She said holding out her pinkie as Asad rolled his eyes.
"I pinkie promise." He said wrapping his pinkie around hers.
"OKAY!" She smiled leaning back into his side as he dragged her to the buffet table where Arnav and Khushi were standing.
"Is she drunk?" Khushi gasped as soon as she saw that happy lost look on Zoya's face as Asad almost carried her to the table with Ayaan, Najma and Nikhat trailing behind.
"Yes, but she just had two rums and coke..." Ayaan said shocked.
"Hey Devi Maiyaa! Uske liye itna hi kaafi hai. Ab kya hoga?" Khushi said holding her head. [That's enough for her! What's going to happen now?]
"What do you mean?" Asad asked confused as he held a squirming Zoya in his arms as Arnav watched the scene laughing.
"She does interesting things when she gets drunk." Khushi said wide-eyed.
"I noticed." Asad said having seen her antics during the past hour.
"LET ME GO!" Zoya screamed.
"Shit! We can't let the parents see her." Ayaan said.
Asad nodded and dragged her towards the house with Khushi, Arnav, Najma, Nikhat and Ayaan following behind.
"Make sure she doesn't see anyone she doesn't like. " Khushi said as they led her into the living room. "We should just take her to her room."
"OMG PAMMI AUNTY AND COMPANY!" Zoya yelled as soon as they stepped into the living room. "Let me go Asad!" She screamed but Asad didn't let her move. She pinched Asad's side causing him to let go as she wobbled over to the group of gaping women.
"PAMMI! OTHER PAMMIS! Hello! Overdressed Aunty ji, Choti Aunty, Moti Aunty, All Aunties!" She said putting her arms around two of the many gaping woman who were looking at Zoya shocked.
"Zoya, we should go." Asad tried prying her away from the woman.
"NAHI! I want to talk to them." She laughed. "You! How dare you? How dare you find rishtas for MY, for MY BOYFRIEND and Khushi's boyfriend?" She said pointing to herself then Khushi.
"And how dare you! Woh dono chotte baache nahi hai, nahi hai! Toh aap unki cheeks kyun pull karti hai PAMMI A-AUNTY?" She said pulling a shocked Pammi's cheeks. [They aren't little kids, they are not. So why do you pull their cheeks?]
"Don't. Do not touch my Asad. Oh and Arnav, Khushi doesn't like it. And all of you!" Zoya said pointing her finger at all of them spinning around in a circle. "Too much makeup and jewelry! LOG AAPNI SHAADI PAI BHI ITNI JEWELRY NAHI PEHAN TAI! Ayaan! Kuch aur kehna hai?" Zoya said turning around to a gaping Asad, Najma, Arnav and Nikhat while Khushi held her hand between her head. Ayaan shook his head laughing. "OKAY!" Zoya said turning around causing all the aunties to jump. "Bye aunties!" She giggled walking away from them. [People don't wear that much jewelry to their own weddings! Ayaan, did I miss anything?]
"Zoya! Stop." Khushi said running behind her. "ASAD! Stop her!" She yelled as Asad stood rooted on the spot still in shock.
"Arre waah BASANTI!" Zoya said holding Asad's hand. "Tum kab aayi? Help me onto the table." Zoya said holding Asad hand and standing on the center table between the couches while Arnav laughed.
Thankfully the room was empty, as the ladies had just rushed out, except for Anjali and Aman who had just walked in. "What's wrong?" Anjali asked.
"Zoya nai pea rakhi hai kya?" Aman laughed. [Is Zoya drunk?]
"ARRE THAKUR BHI AAGAYA!" She said pointing to Aman. "THAKUR TUMHARE HAATH TUMHE WAPIS MIL GAYEEE! Gabbar nai waapis kardiye kya?" She laughed. [Oh Look! Thakur's here! Your hands are back! Did Gabar return them?]
"Zoya. Get off the table." Asad said trying to pull her down.
"NAHII! SUICIDE! GAON WALO SUICIDE! Khushi! I am going to do what you taught me." Zoya laughed as everyone turned around to stare at a sheepish Khushi. She may have used the same technique to console Zoya once...but she was only pretending to be drunk.
"BASANTI!" Zoya said looking dreamily at Asad. "SUICIDE GAON WALO SUICIDEEE! Yeh BASANTI!" She said walking on the table. "Meh isse shaadi karna chahta- nahi nahi- chahti - wait, mein ladki hoon, mein ladki sai shaadi thoda karoongi...KYUNKI INDIA MEIN SAME SEX MARRIAGE ALLOWED NAHI HAI...how sad waise. WAIT! Asad toh ladka hai. Wait wait wait! DO OVER!" [I wanted to marry her, no no, I am a girl, how can I marry a girl? Because same sex marriage isn't allowed in India...how sad! WAIT! Asad's a guy.]
"Is someone taping this?" Aman laughed as everyone watched shocked.
"I am!" Ayaan answered.
"YEH BASANTI! Nahi, yeh BASANTA! Mera isse lagan hone waala tha par yeh moti si Mausi!" Zoya said pointing at Arnav. [I was going to marry him, but this fat aunty!]
"What the-" Arnav said shocked.
"Exactly! Yeh moti si mausi! Isne kaha 'what the, yeh shaadi nahi ho sakti.' Waise, mausi what the kyun bole gi...no, no getting sidetracked Zoya. Isliyeee SUICIDE GAON WALO SUICIDE! ARRE DHANO! MY BEST FRIEND!" Zoya said waving at Khushi who gaped. [Exactly! This fat aunty said 'what the, this wedding can't happen. Wait, why would she say what the? No, don't get sidetracked Zoya.That's why, suicide! Villagers! Suicide!]
Anjali laughed. "Did she just call you a buffalo?"
"ARRE GABBAR BHI HAI!" Zoya said smiling at Anjali who immediately shut up. [Oh wow, Gabbar is here too!]
"GABBAR JI! MAUSI AUR DHANO KAI BEECH MAI KUCH CHAL RAHA HAI! You moti mausi!" Zoya said glaring at Arnav. "Tum ek buffalo sai shaadi kar sakti ho lekin mein BASANTA sai shaadi nahi kar sakti?! SUICIDEEE! GAON WAALO SUICIDE! Police ko phone karo! MEDIA KO PHONE KARO! Mein sabko expose karoongi! Facebook par daaloongi, blog karoongi, twitter par bhi! You Mausi! Tum itna laugh kyun rahi ho?!" Zoya yelled at Arnav.
[Gabbar! There is something going on between aunty and Dhano (the buffalo). You fat aunty, you can marry a buffalo but I can't marry Basanta? Suicide! Villagers suicide! Call the police! Call the media! I'll expose everyone. I'll put in facebook, on my blog and on twitter! You aunty! Why aren you laughing so much?]
"BASANTAAA! Mausi sai kaho naa ki tum mujhse shaadi karogi! ARRE that's Dhano ki sabse favourite movie, Salman Khan waali! MAUSI! DHANO ka Salman kai saath affair chal raha hai! Jab hum chotte hotai thai naa..." Zoya said holding her hands apart a few centimetres. "Nahi itne chotte nahi, itne chotte." She said moving her hands apart about half a meter. "Dhano Salman kai poster ko good night kiss deti thi!" Zoya laughed.
[Basanta! Tell aunty that you want to marry me? Wow, that's Dhano's favourite movie, the Salman Khan one. AUNTY! Dhano is having an affair with Salman Khan, when we were little...wait, not that little, this little. She used to kiss the Salman Khan poster good night.]
"Zoya!" Khushi gasped blushing as Arnav broke out into laughter.
"This is epic." Aman said as Ayaan nodded.
"Aur kya karti thi?" Aman asked interested. [What else did she do?]
"AUR AUR! Pata nahi hai. Shhh. It is a secret." Zoya laughed. [And And! I don't know.]
"Zoya hum uppar chalkar khaana khate hai." Asad said trying to get her off the table. [Zoya, we should go upstairs and eat.]
"NAAAHI! Pehle tum batao ki tum mujhse shaadi karogai ya nahi? Tum mujhe rookne kai liye kaho gai naa?" Zoya pouted. [No! You have to tell me if you'll marry me first! You're going to ask me to stay right?]
"Yes! Now let's go Zoya." Asad said not thinking much about her question, writing it off as her crazy drunk antics.
"Really?" Zoya smiled.
"Really."
"Acha! Then let's gooo!" Zoya said jumping into Asad's arms. "TO THE UPSTAIRS!" She yelled as Asad shook his head.
"Asad." Zoya whispered when they were half way up the stairs. "I want to stay." She whispered smiling.
Everyone was still laughing in the living room.
"We should get her something to eat. It'll help her sober up." Khushi said going into the kitchen as everyone followed her, they were hungry themselves.
"Does she always do that?" Najma asked.
"No, she doesn't really drink. This has only happened like three times before. She only drinks when something is really bothering her, or when she is forced to." Khushi explained as she piled food in a plate.
"Maybe we should make her drink more because that was hilarious!" Aman said causing Anjali to whack him in the head. "Ow woman!"
"I'll take a plate for Asad as well." Anjali said grabbing one and walking upstairs with Khushi.
"OH MY GOD! Aman Jeeju!" Ayaan yelled. "I have to show you something!" He said playing the video of Zoya telling Tanveer off.
"Damn, Zoya's on fire tonight!" Aman laughed as Khushi and Anjali came back downstairs.
"Is she okay?" Arnav asked Khushi who nodded.
"Yep, she just needs to eat and she'll be okay." Khushi smiled.
"To the dance floor kids!" Anjali yelled pushing everyone outside.
Asad's POV
"Arre wahhh! Yeh room pehle bhi itna blue tha?" Zoya asked spinning around in circles as soon as I put her down. [WOW! Was this room this blue before?]
"Yes Zoya." I said stopping her from spinning and seating her on the sofa. Ihanded her a plate but she refused to take it.
"Nahiii! What if it goes into my nose?" She pouted. "You pinky promised to feed me."
"Fine." I smiled at her cute little pout.
"I want riceee!" She smiled. I grabbed the spoon and began to scoop up some rice. "Nahi! Not like that!" Zoya said grabbing the spoon. "You take the yogurt and put it on the rice." She said while carrying out the action. "Then you mix it. AND EAT!"
Okay then. I grabbed the spoon from her, scooping up the rice and bringing it to her mouth. She happily wrapped her lips around the spoon and slowly scraped the food off it. I tried to take the spoon out her mouth but she bit it giggling, when her little giggles turned into laughter she let the spoon go.
I smiled at her antics, she was adorable when she was drunk and downright hilarious. I brought the spoon back to her mouth again noticing her eyes had glazed over as she smiled at me, almost batting her eyelashes.
"Zoya." I whispered when she didn't open her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly wrapping her lips around the spoon as I pulled it out of her mouth, the sight looking a bit to sensual for such a casual act.
"You should eat too." She said after eating a few more spoons. "I'll feed you. You eat with this right?" She said putting her fingers on my lips causing them to part under her touch. Her eyes widened as she stared at her finger. She shook her head and pulled back grabbing the other plate. "You like butter chicken!" She smiled scooping some with a naan and bringing it up to my mouth.
I meant to eat the bite normally but I couldn't help but purposely wrap my lips around her fingers as I took the food into my mouth. Her doe like eyes widened more as she blinked a few times. I smiled repeating the same motion over and over again.
"You can't eat my finger." She said after a while.
"Acha?" I asked teasing.
"Yeah. I am not butter chicken." She giggled. "I am still hungry." She pouted eating off the plate herself. "Hey! I didn't miss my mouth!" She yelled happily as I laughed.
"Zoya, you really shouldn't drink."
"I AM NOT DRUNK. You think I am drunk?" She said angrily.
"Uh-nahi, woh-"
"Arre yaar! Again with the 'woh-actually', Allah Miyah what's wrong with you?" She said putting the plate down and standing on the sofa. I guess she liked standing in furniture when se was drunk. I cringed looking at the marks she was leaving on the sofa.
"Zoya get down." I pleaded afraid she'd fall.
"Nooo! Allah Miyah! What's wrong with you? I won't get down until you tell me what's wrong with you!" She said wobbling.
"Zoya!" I said as she swayed.
"I am okay." She hiccuped. "I am not- I am not drunk. I am going to go change." She said stepping back down and grabbing my collar. "You. You don't stand on the sofa. I am coming right back." She said running into the closet.
I unbuttoned my sherwani taking a sigh of relief and quickly went next door to change into my pajamas and dispose of the plates in the garbage.
Zoya was standing back on the sofa clad in black shorts and a black shirt, her bra clearly missing. Dear lord, why don't women wear their bras to sleep?
"Zoya. Get down." I said as she walked on the sofa.
"Nahi!"
"You'll fall."
"I will not." She said as she lost her balance. Thankfully I was within catching distance and she fell into my arms screaming, her eyes were shut tight as her hands automatically wrapped around my neck. I could feel her soft breast against me and groaned.
This girl would be the death of me. I carried her to the bed and laid her down. She finally opened her eyes and smiled.
"Go to sleep." I said but she just smiled and yanked me by my shirt causing me to fall next to her. I laughed laying down beside her as she snuggled up to me, her head finding its place on my chest.
"Asad?" She whispered.
"Hmmm?"
"I want to stay but..." She said slowly.
"But what?" I asked intrigued. She'd told me the same thing before. She wanted to stay here, with me.
"But, you won't..." She started but stopped. I waited for her to say something but she didn't. I looked down to see that she was fast asleep. Her face pulled up in a slight content smile.
She wants to stay, but what? But she can't? That makes sense right? 'I want to stay but I can't.' But what about earlier? When she said she wanted me to ask her to stay, was she just playing around or did she mean it...
I should say something right? But I tried all night, I tried to tell her that I was in love with her but I couldn't get myself to. Maybe because I am not ready yet? But I know for a fact that my feelings for her were way above liking, I am pretty sure I love her. She'd been haunting my thoughts for two years. And the last two weeks with her were just...but did she feel the same way?
Khushi's POV
"Asad and Zoya crashed. We should go to sleep too." He said as we walked up the stairs after the last of the guests left.
"I am not sleepy though." I whined surprised. We'd gotten up pretty early today, followed by getting ready and the crazy party. Loud music, lots of dancing and speaking. I should have been dead on my feet but I felt full of energy. Maybe because I had come to a very important realisation today.
"Go change at least!" Arnav said pushing me towards my room.
I tip toed in making sure not to wake up Asad and Zoya who were cuddled together. They were so adorable! Zoya had her head laying on his chest, right above his heart and one arm thrown across his stomach. Asad lay on his back, his hand under Zoya and a huge smile on his face. They were absolutely perfect.
I grabbed my shorts and t-shirt and changed quickly in the bathroom before sneaking back out.I gasped as I step back into the room. I was probably gone for five minutes at the most but the room was transformed. Sheets draped over the bed creating a canopy and sheets hung from the ceiling. Arnav stuck his head out from between them and held out his hand as I giggled stepping on between the sheets.
The bed was covered with pillows, the lights shut off as I sat down but a lone flashlight sat in the middle of the bed pointing upwards, lighting up the room.
"What is this?" I laughed asking Arnav.
Arnav pushed me onto my back so I was laying down gazing up at the sheets covering the bed.
"Oh my god!" I squealed! The sheet lining the top of the bed was covered with tiny glow in the dark stars creating a glow around the bed as Arnav shut the flashlight off. "What is this?" I asked again.
"We are camping underneath the stars!" He smiled.
"What?" I asked confused.
"I always wanted to go camping when I was little but Di was allergic to pollen and stuff so we never went. We were here one time and my mom found glow in the dark stars and stuck them on the sheet. I pretended that we were camping underneath the stars. I found it this morning while I was in the store room." He said smiling.
"That's cute." I smiled curling up beside him, my head resting on his arm.
"Di used to join me and read books to me." He said. "It was our little happy world."
"Was it after..." I asked.
"Yeah, it was after his death. I guess I was too young to realize that he was gone, I wasn't overly sad about it. We were never close to him, he had other priorities." He said sadly. I turned so I was kind of facing him, throwing one arm over his chest. "What about you?" He asked.
"I was there when the car crashed, it was very real for me. My dad died on impact... My mom was alive though, she was crying. A lot. It's all I remember. I woke up in the hospital with my bua at my side, she told me they had died. I wasn't sad about losing my father...you know I hated him. Watching it over the years made me hate him, I resented my mom for not leaving him, I even tried to get her to leave once. She said she couldn't because she loved him. I was so confused as to how she could say that. I was sad to lose her, it hurt for a long time. She's all I had." I whispered.
"It must have been hard getting used to your new life." He said, more like a statement than a question.
"It was...Zoya made it a lot easier though." I smiled. "You know what's really weird?" I wondered out loud.
"What?" He asked.
"I've told you more about all of this than I've ever told anyone, even Zoya." I whispered. I felt stupid for not realising it earlier, my heart had known all along that I could trust him, but my brain didn't process it.
Arnav didn't say anything as I thought, making me wonder if he'd fallen asleep.
"Arnav?" I asked, turning in his arms until his face was clearly visible. He looked down at me, staring into my eyes.
"Hm?" He asked.
"I want to tell you something." I whispered, taking a deep breath as I looked at his confused face. "I love you." I whispered smiling.
I watched as his eyes grew wide snd he shot up in bed pulling me with him. His eyes were shining with happiness as he pulled me towards him, holding my face in his arms.
"Say it again. Out loud." he demanded, his voice husky.
"I love you, Arnav." I said as I felt a tear roll down my cheek, he wiped it away softly. "I love you so so much."
And those were the last words that escaped my mouth before his lips crashed into mine. I smiled against his hips as he kissed me softly, pouring all his feelings into it.
He pulled his mouth away to feather kisses over my face, he kissed my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks and my nose before pecking my lips again. He pulled away as I watched the biggest smile I had ever seen grace his face grow even wider.
"I love you, too." He whispered. "So so much."
So, whatdya thinkkk? 😃
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