AsYa FF: Destiny Comes Calling *CH 20* 11/11/13 Pg 134

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Intro:

The meeting at Delhi had been a disaster. Even before he started out, he knew it was not going to work out, but this is how business works right? You win some, you lose some. But it was important for his company that he attend this meeting and so he did. And now he was left with a splitting headache and anger that refused to subside.

The incidents from the airplane did not help his case either. How can anyone accuse him of being a thief? Him? The Asad Ahmed Khan'a chor? This was the outside of enough.

Asad was in the worst of his moods when he exited the Bhopal airport. And it looked like the day was not to end yet. Why in the name of the good Lord was Prasad at the airport? Does he not have any work to do?

"Sirrr...aaap???" [Sir You?] Prasad fumbled looking slightly surprised and very much agitated.

"Yes me. But the question goes back to you. Why are you here? Am I not paying you to handle my work and office? Which reminds me that you did not pick up my call when I called to inform you that I was returning by an earlier flight." Asad hissed as Prasad visibly shook under his boss's anger.

"Sirr...who Aami ne airport bheja...unka call..." [Sir'your mother had called and asked me to come to the airport]. Asad could barely hear Prasad's whisper.

"Listen. Let me make this clear to you'I pay you for your work. So you only take my orders. Now hand me the car keys and get back to work. Unless..." Asad did not complete the sentence but his look was enough to get the message through.

Asad snatched the keys from Prasad, checking with him where the car was parked and took off. As he stepped on the break and zoomed out'the cooling of the A/C started to relax him a little. Well'whats done is done and Asad Ahmed Khan does not apologize to anyone. So Prasad will just have to live with another humiliation'he thought to himself.

In all his anger and frustration, Asad had however missed the placard that Prasad was holding with the name of a certain Ms. Zoya Farooqui from USA.

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Please give me your honest opinion. I intend this to be a RomCom..

Thanks for reading...

Rivs

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Chapter 1: Disaster Strikes'

"Ho gaya sab kaam [All done], beta. Now we can sit down and relax, while we wait for Zoya to get here. I hope Prasad does not have any problem finding her. Agar, Asad hota to hum sab hi chale jaate. Khair. [If Asad were here, we would have all gone to pick her up. Anyways']" Dilshad sighed as she sat down besides Najma, who had just come back from college, her projects finally submitted.

"Aami, aap ko nahi lagta aap kuch jyada hi excited ho is Zoya ko le kar [Mom, don't you think you are too excited about this Zoya]. Who is she exactly?" Najma asked confused about the smile that had been on mom's face ever since she informed her that some Zoya Farooqui from USA was going to come stay with them for a while.

"Beta..you know Anwar'my cousin? Yeah, she is Anwar's adopted daughter. Though she still calls them Aapi and Jeeju, I remember them officially adopting her years ago. I too am a little hazy on all the details really. "Dilshaad supplied.

"But I wonder what she will be like?" Najma asked.

"Arrey..ekdam pari si deekhti hai. Aur baatein bhi kaafi karti hai. [She is extremely beautiful and she talks a lot too]. Generally speaking, I really like her and I am sure will hit off with her immediately. She is non-stop entertainment." Dilshaad told as she smiled.

"But how do you know so much? As far as I know, this is the first time you will be meeting her? Aami, aap humse kya chupa rahi hain? [Mom, what are you hiding from me?]" Najma asked, a little intrigued by the information her mom just supplied.

Dilshaad looked like a deer caught in the headlight. She realized that she had inadvertently let out to her daughter something she had been hiding for all this time.

"Will you keep a secret?" Dilshaad asked.

"Ofcourse. What is one more secret from bhaijaan amongst so many others? Come on...spill it." Najma winked.

"Pichle kuch samay se tum bahot busy thi. Aur Asad bhi out of town kaafi rehne lagaa tha. Main kaafi bore ho gayi thi apne routine se, to meine computer classes join kar liye. Mein bhi to dekhoo tum aur Asad poore din usme kya karte rehte ho. [You have been busy of late and with Asad travelling, I have been bored of my routine. So I am learning to use the computer. I want to know what you guys do all day on that computer.]" Dilshaad admitted.

"That's awesome, aami. But how long do you think you can keep this from bhaijaan? Wait a minute, that still does not explain how you know so much about Zoya?"

"Skype" Dilshaad winked.

Najma smiled and hugged her mom as understanding dawned on her. "You know aami, this is exactly why you are my hero. You totally rock."

They got busy talking about one thing or another when Asad walked in surprising them both.

"Saalaam aami. Salaam Najma." He wished them blandly.

"Arrey Asad. You are home early. I thought you were going to take the last flight home." Dilshaad said rather surprised to see him home.

"Haan who'actually'meeting got over sooner than expected. I am a little tired. I will just freshen up and rest for a bit. I'll see you guys for dinner?" Asad headed to his room, pinching the bridge of this nose as he rubbed his temples. "By the way, thanks for sending the car to the airport." He added as he walked off.

"Lekin suno Asad..." Dilshaad voice drowned as Asad said that he will talk to her later before shutting his door.

Both the Khan ladies were taken aback by this behavior of Asad. No matter how bad a day he had at work, he never let it out on them. He always took some time to sit down with them, before retiring to his room. Something must have gone terribly wrong today they concluded.

Just as they were about to sit down, a thought struck them both and both said "ZOYA!!!" simultaneously.

"How will she get home? He said he brought the car home, did he not?" Dilshaad asked.

"Does he even know she is coming?" Najma countered and Dilshaad nodded in the negative.

This was a disaster, as bad as it can get (or can it get worse?)

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Character Note: This story will be slightly different than QH. I am making Najma and Dilshaad a little more cool ⭐️ in the beginning itself. I mean, a lot of us behave differently in private and public right. So yes, they live with Asad's rules and what not, but in private they know to have a good laugh too.

Honest critique expected and accepted.

Luv... Rivs

P.s.: I am not sure how often I will be updating but most likely a couple times a week. Totally depends on how much time I get. So please be patient if I am not on time and appreciate it if I can post more often. 😉

PPS: Is it possible to send PMs to multiple people simultaneously? If not, I may not be able to do individual PMs. Sorry

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