AsYa FF: Destiny Comes Calling *CH 20* 11/11/13 Pg 134 - Page 6

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Chapter 3: First Meeting

As soon as Zoya realized she had lost footing, she braced to meet her arch nemesis, putting both her hands in front of her. But instead of the expected cold hard floor she was met with warm, solid strength of a human chest half way through the fall. A pair of strong hands held her waist in order to help her regain her balance.

But since all good things come to an end, the break in the fall was momentary. The very next instant both Zoya and her support found themselves on the floor and in each other's arms. Her around his solid arms and his around her waist. Allah Miyah, why me? Why me, every single time?

Two pairs of shocked eyes met each other. One hazel, doe shaped and the other hooded, brown and stunned. MashaAllah'yeh aakhein to inhe aur bhi khoobsurat bana deti hai. [Dear God'.these eyes make her even more pretty]

{Maula Mere, Maula Mere Maula Mere, Maula Mere - 4
Aankhein Teri - 2, Kitni Haseen
Ki Inkaa Aashiq, Mein Ban Gayaa Hoon
Mujhko Basaa Le, Iname Tu
[Ishq Hai
Maula Mere, Maula Mere Maula Mere, Maula Mere - 2] ' 3}

Just as the world around them had come to a standstill, an errant drop of rain water slowly made its way down Zoya's wet hair only to land into Asad's eyes causing him to blink, breaking the moment that apparently only the two of them shared. What felt to them like forever, had really been only a few seconds to everyone else and hence inconsequential?

Both of them got up rather clumsily, with Zoya apologizing profusely for the fall. Asad was taken aback by his lack of control, which added to his already bubbling fury.

"Woh'hmm'I think I better go change, again. And Aami'please make sure I am not disturbed." He left from there pointing to his now muddied kurta, without truly acknowledging Zoya or the other two women who stood there open-mouthed.

As if on cue, all three of them released their breath when they heard a distant door bang shut. Each of them had a different reaction to what just happened. Zoya was still overcoming her shock and embarrasement. Najma just could not stop giggling. Dilshaad on the other hand had a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Allah Miyah, how rude was he? Na hi-shi, na bye-wi. Phupi I even apologized and he still just ignored me as if I did not even exist." Zoya looked at the other two ladies.

"Yeah well, that's bhaijaan for you." Najma shrugged.

A light barking sound drew their attention to small carrying case that stood behind Najma.

"MyJaan'baby did I wake you up? Sorry about the commotion that woke you up. Mere bacche maaf kar de. [Please excuse me my child]." Zoya cooed as she released a small, shiny, apricot miniature poodle from the case and held him close to her heart.

"Phupi, Najma meet MyJaan. MyJaan meet Phupi and Najma, our new family." Zoya introduced the ladies to her beloved poodle who was excitedly looking around his new surroundings

"MyJaan? Ohhh Salman Khan? Really? Aap?" Najma jumped excitedly.

"You too? You got the connection? Allah Miya!!!" Zoya nodded.

Dilshaad just rolled her eyes as the two girls just oohed and aahed over the favorite actor like two teenaged girls. She settled down on the sofa, waiting for them to get over their fangirl moment.

After a few minutes they were all settled down on the sofa, exchanging pleasantries and getting to know each other. Zoya and Najma had already become fast friends since now they had a common topic to discuss.

"Zoya, here have some coffee. You must be cold sitting in those wet clothes. This will help a little. You must be tired and hungry too after your long journey. Why don't you and Najma head to your room, she will help you settle and you can freshen up. I will go ahead and heat up some food for you in the meanwhile." Dilshaad offered as she brought three steam cups of coffee from the kitchen.

Zoya sipped on the coffee and thanked Dilshaad for it. She then gathered her stuff and followed Najma to her room. She pointed to a closed door and whispered "Bhaijaan". Zoya nodded as she made her way into the room right across the corridor.

Najma only spoke after door was firmly shut behind them. She showed Zoya around the room and offered to help Zoya unpack. But to their utter dismay, everything in Zoya's bag was wet due to the exposure to rain. Najma excused herself from the room saying she will get her something to wear while Zoya took the time to freshen up.

"Aami, we have two problems on our hands"Najma informed as she got to the living room, only find her mother busy cleaning up the floors and the leather sofas "hmm..besides this one, ofcourse." Pointing to the room that resembled the devastation in the wake of a tornado "One, Zoya's stuff is all wet and Two, the dog. Bhaijaan hates dogs. Oh Aami how are we going to manage the dog and bhaijaan?"

"Let's handle the immediate problem first, you give her some of your new stuff to pass the night. As for the dog, ask her to keep him inside and quiet, if possible, till tomorrow. I will talk to Asad tomorrow morning when he is in a better mood. Now go before that girl catches a chill and gets sick."Dilshaad responded practically. "Ya Allah, what a day we are having today."She whispered after Najma left.

In the meantime, in the lions den.

Asad had freshend up again,twice within the hour but even the hot shower had not helped him relax this time.

How did she get here? Is it possible she followed me here? Can't be, I was out of the airport right away and she obviously waited for her luggage. Then???

He paced around his room trying to make sense of what was happening when it all started clicking together. Aami sending Prasad to the airport, when no one was aware of his early arrival. Aami's surprise when he thanked her for the car. Maybe it was all just a co-incidence. Yeah'that made sense..it was just co-incidence. But what if she recognizes him and starts the plane drama all over again?

***Flashback Start***

Asad was extremely exhausted, he had returned from Dubai only a few hours before he headed to Delhi for an emergency meeting with the client there. Bad news are always hard to give, but to make the impact less, he decided to go meet the client in person. It always helps when the other party can see your support even when thing are not in their favor.

The meeting did not end well, but it was done. He did not see a point in wasting his time in Delhi anymore so decided to take the next flight available. As luck would have had it, the next flight was leaving in a few minutes, resulting in a mad rush through the airport to get to the gate.

As he entered the plane, he noticed that someone was sitting in his seat.

"Excuse me Miss, you are on my seat." He spoke with a clear voice. The lady in question had her face turned to her side, as if she was intently observing something from the window. "Excuse me" he said, a little louder and touching her shoulder lightly.

She just shrugged his hand off, readjusted herself on the seat and sat facing the other side tugging her hair behind her ears. This action of hers moved the cascading waves of hair that were previously covering her face, move, revealing the most beautiful face he had seen. It was not so much the face itself, but the serene innocence of the sleeping beauty that caught his attention. MashaAllah he thought. There was a small smile tugging at her lips, as if she was at peace with the world and herself without any worries what-so-ever.

"Mr Khan, sir, you need to take a seat. We are ready for take-off" someone spoke in his ear bringing him out of his reverie.

He slid past her to take the window seat and prepared himself for the take-off. As the plan picked up speed on the runway, he felt a strong grip on his arms.

"No'no'no. Not this fast please. Aami' please..." she whispered, the once calm face now etched with lines of worry. She was sleep talking, may be dreaming about something. Small beads of perspiration started to appear on her forehead.

Once the plane was in air, her grip slowly relaxed so did her face. The same carefree smile again adorned her face as she continued to sleep. Her face, her smile, helped him relax too. He found himself drifting into deep sleep.

A strong grip on his arm, woke him up this time. He realized that the plane had descended and was now slowing down on the runway. Something about the speed seems to bother her he realized.

What shook his core was the position he realized they were in. Her head was on his shoulder, her arm on his chest and his arms snaked around her tiny waist holding her on to him. They had both slept through the duration of the flight in each other's arms, so to speak, completely unaware. He slowly moved her away being careful not to wake her up, lest she misunderstood him.

Once the aircraft doors opened, he made a hasty exit out of the place feeling extremely uncomfortable thinking about his recent experience.

"Chor chor chor. My earring is gone. Stop him, the one who was sitting by me." He heard an urgent voice screaming behind him.

"There is some misunderstanding Ma'am. That's Mr. Khan, a reputed businessman and a very frequent flyer. I am sure it is somewhere around here. We can both look once everyone had deplaned."The same calm voice from before tried to sooth her angry passenger.

Is she talking about me? Why would I take away her earring. Stupid, Silly girl. Asad fumed. How dare she accuse me of stealing?

And this was the mood he found himself in when he finally made it to his care.

***Flashback Ends***

Asad was angry again, as he replayed the scenes from the airplane. A voice inside him nagged Kya tum is baat se naraaz ho ki usne tum par chori ka ilsaam dala ya is baat se ke tumhe aaj bahot samay baad itni sukoon ki neend aayi thi? [Are you upset that she blamed you or because for some odd reason you napped peacefully after a long time?]

Frustrated with this thought, he kicked the clothes hamper by his feet with all his strength, anything to release the pent up anger. A very soft metal clink drew his attention to a shiny little object that lay besides his dirty clothes.

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