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Mr khan and pizza

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"Yes Mr Khan, pizza. Any problem?"

"Uhh... hum pizza khayenge?"

"Haan toh?"

"Kuch nahi"

"I thought so!" she retorted, raising her eyebrows.

He looked around and was surprised as the kitchen looked relatively clean.

"Mr Khan, aap bhi rest toh kijiye" she said, interrupting his inspection.

"Aur aap?" he asked softly, his brown eyes also looked at her quizzically

She looked up and knew that he saw through her. Damn you! She thought.

"uhh haan I'll rest later. But now I need to get the last pizza out of the oven and decorate this cake. Actually I thought of surprising her! Acha surprise hain na?" she spilled excitedly.

Asad smiled at her, totally impressed by her and her selflessness.

"Thank you, Zoya. Really for everything you did and are doing for Ammi" Zoya felt herself blushing, and shot him her dimpled smile.

"No problem Mr Khan. And in fact you shouldn't thank me! It's like my duty. I like doing these things. And Phupi is like my Ammi."

"Hmm okay. But at least let me help you" he said and moved towards her.

"Kya! Aap?" Zoya asked, slightly horrified.

"Nahi. Meri bhoot!" Asad face palmed looked at her exasperatedly.

"Allah miyan what's wrong with you Mr Khan?"

Asad shook his head. "Mein nahin to kaun?" He sighed and looked at her, stretching out his hand for her to give him the bowl.

Zoya smiled, pleasantly taken aback with his offer.

"Okay! Put 2 sticks of the butter in the bowl and beat it okay? Meanwhile I'll get the last pizza out"

"Uhh okay"

"Do you know how to use the mixer?"

"Woh...I.."

"Acha! Well this is something Mr Perfect Six Packs doesn't know how to do" she squeezed out these words delightedly as she giggled.

"When did I say that?" he asked feeling offended.

"Oh so you do know?" she asked surprised.

'Of course I do!" he felt intimidated.

"Oh, well sorry Mr Khan! Go ahead , and when the butter is whipped enough and starts to get lighter, add 3 cups of icing sugar, and some vanilla extract okay?" she blabbered quickly.

He immediately got to work. Zoya went to check on the last pizza, and seeing it was done, she took it out of the oven and let it cool. She sliced all three of the pizzas and went to place them back in the oven so they would keep warm.

Asad was fumbling with the mixer. Hm which speed should I beat it on? Ahh 4 seems good. The higher the better right?

Well boy, was he wrong! As soon as he switched it on, butter was whipped, anywhere but the bowl.

"Ya allah!!" Zoya shouted upon seeing this and raced to turn it off.

"ALLAH MIYAN!! What's wrong with you!" she roared, and he cowered seeing her in this lioness mood. Somehow, he got intimidated but he had to admit she look cute as hell. Her pouty lips, and red flaring nose. He almost smiled but then looked up to meet her deathly stare.

"Woh.."he stammered but then wondered why he was listening to her as she yelled.

"Not me! It's what's wrong with this stupid mixer" he said, defending himself.

"Oh really! So when I use it, how come this doesn't happen huh? Just admit nuh, that you can't use it! Hmph! Now everywhere has butter. Ya Allah!"

"I'll clean it!" he said.

"Rehne dijiye Mr Khan! Aap se nahin hoga!" she scolded and went forward with a napkin and wash cloth to wipe the butter. She wiped with the napkins, and he used liquid cleaner and cloth to make sure the counter wasn't greasy.

'Zoya?'

"Hmm?"

"You missed a spot" he pointed righteously at a spot of butter.😆😆

Ya Allah the limit of this man! She thought and rolled her eyes.😡

"Haan toh?"she shrugged him off.

"Kya haan toh? Wipe it!" oh yeah, teasing her was fun. He leaned on the counter with one hand, waiting for her reaction.

"You're impossible!" she said angrily and came closer to wipe it up with a rage. The closeness was making her head feel light and she bent slightly to clean the spot. The audacity of this man! Leaning like he owns the counter top. Well he kinda does but.. uff! Doesn't even move when I have to come right there too! Hmph! And now I'll get all tingly and think about Najma's useless questions. So what if he's standing so close to me. But.. .Mhhmmm he smells goooddd.

She rowdily pondered and she cleaned it. Her crazy thoughts made her even more hyper. She started to stalk off but Asad stopped her.

Maybe I over did it. He thought and held her hand.

"Ab kya? Did I miss another spot?" she turned to him and crossed her arms, bringing herself back within the same, tempting proximity with him.

All the while he had been enjoying her dangerous expressions but now he couldn't contain it. The look she shot at him was just too much. How could someone look so deathly and cute and funny at the same time!

Zoya's mouth was shaped in an 'O'. "You're laughing!!"

"Ya Allah! Asad Ahmed Khan is laughing! Yeh kya ho raha hain?!" she asked looking up.

"Am I seeing a dream?" she asked and pinched herself.

Asad rolled his eyes, his signature motion." Aap jante hai app bahut dramatic hoon."

"Haan !" she smiled widely, proud of her filmyness.

"Lekin..jab tum naraz ho jaye toh ..." he could resist saying this as he started to drown in her eyes.

"Toh kya!?"

"Aap bahut ...aise... lagte ho" he stammered. What had gotten into him?

"Kya? Aise? What do you mean?"

"Bas.. aise" He ended what he was going to say abruptly.

"You know what, Mr Khan, I'll never understand you! You never say anything clearly. Hmph!!"she was about to get busy with the frosting, when she looked up at him, that strand of hair on his forehead falling in front and began snickering raucously.

"Aap kyun aise has rahe jaise aap ek sheitan? Kya hua?"

"hahaahahahaha" She continued giggling manically and outstretched her dainty little hand toward his face.

"Zoya.. aap.." he started but stop when Zoya motioned him come a bit closer.

Asad furrowed his eyebrows but lessened the distance between them.

"I really did miss a spot!" she exclaimed, as she passed her slender fingers on his forehead. Asad felt his eyes closing at her touch. She noticed his breathing too got faster and heavier.

A heat was surging through Zoya which made her decide to let her fingers linger a little longer than necessary. Any brain-related thoughts were completely dismissed. These two were caught up in each other and well..butter!

"Zoya.." Asad let out in a raspy breath, he did know know why. Zoya, was sinking in the moment, and let her hand slide down his face, caressing his cheek.

Asad was about to take his hand off the counter and touch her but he suddenly realized what was going on. In fact, what was really going on.??😆 His abrupt hesitance during this moment made Zoya alert.

"Haan Mr khan! I was just saying that we should just start fixing the frosting for the cake!" she blurted out as she created some space between them.

"Uhh haan you're right"

And with that, Zoya was measuring the sugar while, Asad beat more butter, that too on the correct speed level. When the butter was ready, Zoya instructed, "Okay so add little bits of the sugar to the butter okay? Make sure the speed is low enough cause you'llmake a mess again!!"She went to get the vanilla extract.

Asad rolled his eyes and mentally mocked her. Not paying heed to her he poured the sugar in and turned on ther mixer high, and with a yelp, he shut it off again.

"Mil Gayaaa" Zoya said with the bottle in her hand but turned as soon as she heard him and cackled loudly. The powdered sugar poofed up on his face.

"Haan hass lo!" he muttered as he wiped some off.

"Allah miyan!!" she exclaimed, and dabbed two of her fingers on the rest of sugar on his face, wiping it off.

Without thinking, she sucked the sugar off."Mmm sooo sweeettt mmm"

Asad's eyes narrowed at this as he tried not to blush. She saw his expression and realized she was still 'mmm-ing' and it didn't sound too right. Embarrassed, she contended herself, "I like sugar Mr Khan!"

He did something, that seemed like a grin.

"Anyways this is how you do it" she poured some more sugar in and with a spoon she mixed it slightly.

"This is so it wont poof up too much" Then Asad picked up the mixer, and put it on the lowest.

"Arrey you don't leave it in one place, you have to move it. Look" she put her hand on his and guided him.

They moved the mixer in circle, beating the frosting. Asad had his eyes glued to Zoya, who was concentrating on the frosting and trying not to let his burning gaze affect her.

Then Zoya showed him how to frost the cake. They both managed somehow. With two icing bags they piped the icing on, Asad's side looked sloppier than Zoya's of course. He couldn't believe he was doing something that wasn't neat. Was it because he was not accustomed to frosting cakes? Or was it that he was just too taken up admiring this angel? He smiled as her hair blew in her face and on reflex, used his hand to fix it.

Bad idea.

"Mr Khan!! What's wrong with you? Hmph this is revenge hain na, because I was laughing at you and the butter on your face" she yelled, showing him some fake angry expressions

"Zoya no really I was just trying to fix your hair! I didn't know I had frosting in my hands"sincerely apologizing.

"Exactly! How would you know? You were staring at me the whole time!!" she replied matter of factly. She saw him blushing and then read into what she had said.

Both didn't know what to say and looked up at each other. Zoya's fake anger and Asad's serious and sorry expressions turned into wide dimple filled laughs. They laughed for a few minutes straight. It was a comfortable laughter, especially after all the pressure and stress they went through when Dilshad was shot. Sort of stress relieving laughter they endorsed in.

Asad looked at her, laughing heartily and thought of all the moments in the dargah. She was truly the light of his home.

"Mr Khan, why are you looking at me like that?"

He smiled, something he was learning to do more often lately. " Nothing. Just.. Thanks. I'm glad you didn't leave"

She beamed up at him. But then screwed up her face. "You know, let's take this slowly, I don't think I can adjust to you being this nice to me so quickly!" she teased him playfully.

"Well Zoya, get used to it because I don"t know how long I could keep up the tough and strong act after that night." He replied, his wrods spilling faster than his brain and mind could catch up, his thoughts drifting back to the moments in the hospital and dargah. He didn't even realize when he started changing his attitude towards her. Even before that, after the Mangalpur incident he had been avoiding her to hide his awakened feeling of care and concern for her but now, he forget that it was like to ignore her. He didn't know how he could think about her in negative ways before, because all he knew now was that she was the only light in their home. In his home.

Zoya was astonished by his words and felt her heartbeats quicken."woh.. woh raat?" she stuttered, crimson colour falling on her cheeks.

'Haan... woh. raat'

"Arreyyy Woh raat, woh raat? Kya woh raat?" Dilshad who had been hearing their conversation got suddenly excited when she heard those words and couldn't contain herself.

"Ammi! What are you doing out here!" Asad reprimanded and both he and Zoya made their way over to her.

"Arrey beta, I'm fine. But what are you two doing? Is that a cake?"

"Allah miyan! You spoiled the surprise Phupi" Zoya dragged her voice which was laced with disappointment.

"Koi baat nahi, Zoya. But there was no need to do all this"

"Oh ho Phupi, this is nothing, and it's just our way of saying welcome back! Anyways, you go back and rest, and after dinner we'll cut the cake okay?"

"Haan, theek hai, and you two, too, should go rest a bit okay?"

"Haan Ammi"

"Haan Phupi"

Asad finshed wiping the counter while Zoya washed the bowl and when the kitchen was clean they both headed off to their rooms.

"Najma! Pssttt" Dilshad whispered.

"Haan Ammi don't worry . I did my job well" she winked, showing her the camera.

"Acha kiya tumne."

"Haan Ammi. Now come let's go in your room and relax and watch the pictures I took. And try not to get over excited cause they will KILL ME"

Giggling both women went into the room.

Little did they know that someone was standing, in the corridor with her hands on her hips. Zoya had come out to put the cake in the refrigerator as she and Asad had left it outside and ended up overhearing their plans.

"Oh no Tamatar let it reach this far! Hmph I'll check and see what's going on!" she grunted before heading towards Dilshad's room.

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