- Posted a picture of a miniature poodle to give you an idea of how I picture MyJaan
- I need you help with casting. In the future, I am introducing a couple new characters. A very traditional,goody two shoes type of a female, named Rukhsaar. And a handsome, mysterious fellow but he has to look awesome clean shaven. Stubble reserved for AAK only. I think I might call he Zayd or Azam (am still debating, you can help name him). Can you suggest actors for this casting? I can't give you more details on them just yet, so no point asking 😉😈. There may be some more characters that I will be adding later as the story progresses, but these two are important for now.
- After the update I have put a teaser/ prologue of an idea I have been mulling for the last 2-3 days. I know the start and end of this story, but before I start working on the middle, I want your honest opinion.
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Chapter 6: Mishap Queen makes an appearance
Zoya decided to take a quick nap before readying herself for the day. She was finally awoken by the noises coming from the kitchen. A quick look at the clock indicated that the household must be waking up to start getting ready for the day. Zoya did not know if Mr. Khan had a chance to tattletale. Even if he hides everything else, just the fact that she slapped him and then called him names should be enough reason for Phoopi to ask her to pack up.
She took hesitant steps towards the kitchen, unsure if she should be the first one to speak up.
"A Salaam Alaikum Zoya" Dilshaad smiled at Zoya, as she bustled around the kitchen getting the breakfast ready.
"Walaykum A Salaam Phoopi. Can I help you?" Zoya responded. Surely Phoopi would not greet me with such affection if she was mad at her, right?
"Nahi beta. [No Child.] Thanks for asking. How was your night? Did you get any sleep at all, what with the jet lag? Did you atleast rest?" Dilshaad asked her.
"Ji. I did sleep well till about 3 am or so. After that I have taken a nap here and there." Zoya informed hoping that
"Acha beta, ek kaam karo [My child, please do one thing]. Go upstairs, second room to your right is Najma's. Ask her to help you get your dried clothes. I washed them last night and they should be dry by now. They should be up on the terrace which is to the left side." Dilshaad said.
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"Aami. Aami, yeh kya hai? [Aami, what is this?]" Dilshaad heard Asad's scream and ran out of the kitchen to find him standing by the living room, intently staring at the sofa. As she followed his line of vision, she was surprised to see an open pizza box with half eaten pizza in it and an empty diet coke can next to it.
"Yeh yahan kahan se aaya. Kal raat jab maine yahan sab theek kiya tab to ye yahan nahi tha. [How did this get here? I am sure when I cleaned the room last night, it was not here]." Dilshaad could venture a guess but did not wish to upset Asad, not this early in the morning.
Asad turned to his mom and rolled his eyes. He knew that she knew and was trying to cover up for her careless guest.
"No point covering up for her Aami. You should have told her yesterday itself about the no mess rule. You know how I feel about it."
"But beta, kal time hi kahan mila tha. Aaj bata doongi. [But son, when did I get a chance to tell her yesterday. I will tell her today.]"
"Aap chinta na karein. Mein hi bata deta hoon. [Don't worry about it. I will inform her right away]" Asad turned around and screamed "Ms. Farooqui"
Zoya who was at the top of the staircase had heard only the last sentence of the conversation.Spoilt Brat! Looks like he did tell his Aami. The next instant, he was screaming her name at the top of his lungs. He hadn't noticed her and was looking in the direction of her room.
Startled by the intensity of his voice and flustered about having to face Phoopi, Zoya started to make her way down the steps in a hurry. Since she was carrying all the clothes down and could not see the steps properly, her haste resulted in her missing a step and sliding down the rest of the stairs.
CRASH!!! Followed by a loud "OOOUCCHHH" drew Asad's attention to what looked like a ball of clothes sliding down the stairs.
"Zoya!!! Is that you?" She heard Dilshaad's concerned voice coming closer. She sheepishly peeped out from behind her clothes, unable to say anything. Her butt was hurting bad and she could almost hear her friends calling her Mishap Queen.
She prayed hard for some sort of cosmic intervention, where she would not have to face anyone for as long as possible. She could somehow, magically, get transported to her room and not have to step out, for like ever. But of course, when did fate ever smile at her, especially when she was going through one of her embarrassing situations.
"Phoopi,I am okay. Really. Don't worry. I am quite accident prone you see. So I have toughened up a little. Not hurt see." Zoya was now doing what she always did when she was nervous, she babbled. And she tried to demonstrate that she was not hurt, by pulling herself up with the support of the banister. However, she could not stand up, so as she put her weight on her legs, they buckled, a sharp pain shot through her left leg and she fell down with a thud.
Asad was still standing to the side observing the chaos unfold in front of him. When she yelped the second time, he noticed that despite her best attempt, she was not able to stand up. Aami was now with her, trying her best to help her stand.
"Asad, wahan khade khade kya dekh raho ho? Dekhayi nahi deta ke bechari ko kitna dard ho raha hai? Thik se khadi bhi nahi ho pa rahi. Please, yahan aa kar meri madad kar do."[Asad, why are you still standing there? Can't you see she is in so much pain? She is not able to stand up either. Come here and help me.] Dilshaad called out to Asad.
Asad strode over to the stairs and in one quick motion, lifted Zoya in his arms. He realized that he had met the girl less than 24 hours ago, and this was like the 4 time she was in his arms. She is a walking talking disaster, cannot even come down the stairs properly.
Zoya was amazed at how effortlessly he had lifted her and carried her to the sofa. She could feel his hard muscles from where her hands held on to him, one around his neck and the other on his chest. He must really work out. He plopped her down on the sofa and headed to the dining room completely ignoring Zoya and Dilshaad. Even Najma who had come down by now, was surprised at her Bhaijaan's callous behavior.
Asad was concerned about her as she obviously looked like she was in a lot of pain. But again his body's reaction to her and her touch had him shaken. He did not like what he felt and wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.
"Aami, breakfast. We are already running late." His voice was gruff but loud enough to have Dilshaad go running to the kitchen after giving Zoya an apologetic smile.
Dilshaad gave him an admonishing look as she laid the table for him and served him his breakfast.
Najma was in two minds about helping out Zoya or going to breakfast. However, she knew that she would have to miss her breakfast if she did not get to the table in time.
Dilshaad handed them their breakfast, grabbed another plate and took it to Zoya "Ek din thoda late ho jaayega to kya kayamat aa jayegi? Har cheese mein rules, kisika dard tak nahi dikhta." [If you eat late for one day, it will not be the end of the world. There are rules about everything, you don't care about somebody's pain either.] she mumbled under her breath as she walked away from the dining table.
Zoya was hurt by Asad's behavior and she noticed how he did not even let Najma come to her. However, she was the last person to ever let anyone know about her feelings. She saw her pizza laying on the sofa by her, taking a slice from it she started munching on it in order to divert her mind.
"Miss Farooqui? WHAT are you doing?" her attention was brought back to the dining area.Did this man every spoke politely to anyone? She wondered.
She stared at Asad and then her pizza "Eating" she responded with a shrug. She was not in a mood to deal with Mr.Akdu Ahmed Khan, not with the pain she felt in the lower half of her body.
"Pizza? For breakfast? That too the one that has been sitting out all night long? And on the sofa? You know dining tables were designed with a purpose in mind?" Asad reprimanded her.
"Yeah pizza for breakfast since I love pizza and I never throw away perfectly good food. Pizza, that I had ordered only a few hours ago. AND I did try to teleport to the table, but when that failed I am trying to use the Pizza as a portkey, you see. Since I can obviously walk to the table but I am too bored to do that." She responded annoyed.
Dilshaad and Najma watched this exchange with surprised faces. No one had ever dared to answer back to Asad. They were wondering how he would react to her. But when he continued to eat, without responding they were even more shocked.
This is good, I guess. It will help deflate his over inflated ego a few notches. Just because we don't argue with him or against him, he in under the impression that he is always right. Dilshaad thought to herself as she sat beside Zoya. She took away the pizza from her and handed her the plate of breakfast and got busy cutting some apples for the family. Placing some in Zoya's plate, she headed back to the kitchen saying something about Haldi wala doodh.
Despite himself, Asad found himself smiling a half smile hearing Zoya's response. He was impressed with her ability to banter with him in spite of being hurt and in pain. He continued to eat in silence trying to ignore everyone else around him fixing his face to its usual grim demeanor.
Unknown to him, his half smile was noticed by Najma who was not smiling to herself. This is indeed very interesting, Allah.
Asad left for work immediately after breakfast, but he did offer to help Zoya to her room, much against his wishes. She declined and he was relieved.
When he came back that day, it was to an empty living room. Usually, this was the time he would find his Ammi and sister sitting in front of the TV and watching those Godforsaken soaps. But there was no movement anywhere in the house.
Suddenly, there came sounds of laughter from the direction of his room. As he got closer, he realized that it was coming out from Zoya's room. His Aami and sister were sitting on either side of Zoya, who lay in her bed, and all three of them were laughing about something. Tamatar to haste hue bhi laal ho jaati hai, yeh maine kabhi notice kyon nahi kiya. [Tamater turns red even when she laughs, how come I never noticed it?] That's because you have not seen her laugh in a very long time, not since...
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How do you like it? Love it/hate it? I personally am not too impressed with this one, but I wanted the story to move on...progress u know. Dont forget to read the next post for the new story I am working on.
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