AsYa FF: Destiny Comes Calling *CH 20* 11/11/13 Pg 134 - Page 21

Originally posted by: Asya_Maaneet

Awww! What a cute update 😃 loved it! 👏 Thanks..

Poor Najma has to get embarrassed every time someone finds out about her nickname! 😆Naam hai hi itna cute..have to use it...

Loved the last bit the most, cute and adorable AsYa...talking it up 😊 Thanks...I was inspired...I hope the inspiration stays though...

"Isse coffee kehte hain?" 😆 Poor Zoya don't think she will ever get used to that 😆 I cannot either...I dont know how people drink black coffee...I need me milk and sugar

Originally posted by: teddy25

That was so good yaar 👏 loved it...Thanks dear

and Sallu rocks 👍🏼 Sallu has quite a following here, doesn't he?😆

Originally posted by: mariam1368

Wow i must say it was really kind of Mr Khan to take my jaan out for a work even though he detest dogs n he also help Zoya to massage her ankle...am sure this will mark the beginning of Asya's
prem kahaani

Good morning friends,

As promised here is the next installment. I am trying to move the story forward a little to the next main scenes I have planned. So I had to rewrite this chapter a few times. I hope its not too shabby.

First of all I want to address all my silent readers. I get about 15 -20 or so likes/comments but the number of readers are over 400. So this is a request to you who are reading but not acknowledging, atleast click like. Just because it will please me😳😃

Next kudos to WebUser7 for guessing the movie and Scene correctly..👏

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Female - Jenifer W or Kritika K

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Chapter 8: Life moves on

Next morning, Asad called their family physician to check on Zoya. Despite her protests, Dilshaad convinced her that it was for her own good. Zoya, who was used to taking her independent decision, at least about the small things, was not very happy when she was not given a choice in this matter.

When the doctor reaffirmed everything that Asad had prescribed last night, Zoya huffed. Itna to Mr. High and Mighty ko bhi maloom tha. Aise hi doctoron par paise waste kar diye. [This even Mr. High and Mighty knew. Such a waste of money on the doctor]

She was asked to rest her feet as much as possible till the swelling went down and the bruising reduced. However, he did allow her to move around the house with support as long as she did not overdo it. Her back too had some bruising but it was not as bad as her ankle.

When Asad came home for lunch, the ladies had already sat down for their meal. Zoya observed the change in their demeanor as soon as Asad joined them. The ladies who were who were quite lively and animated before had suddenly sobered down and started concentrating on their food. The conversation had also almost died down.

Asad retired to his home office for the rest of the day. Dilshaad too decided to take an afternoon siesta before she headed out to the orphanage that she supported and her secret computer classes that Zoya now knew about.

Najma helped Zoya to her room and promised to join her there in some time to enjoy an afternoon coze and a movie.

Zoya took her meds and had just laid down on her bed, when she noticed something on side table which was definitely not there the earlier. It turned out to be a phone which had Najma, Phoopi and Mr.Khan's number fed in it. She checked the back of the phone to find a local SIM inserted in it. How did it get here?

Too tired from the morning and drowsy due to the pain killers, she ended up taking a nap instead of watching the promised movie with Najma.

When she woke up, she found that Najma was in the kitchen prepping for the dinner and talking excitedly to someone on the phone. Zoya made herself comfortable on the sofa and started playing with her new phone while Najma finished her phone call.

"Sorry Tamatar, pata hi nahi chala kab meri aankh lag gayi. [Sorry Tamatar, I don't know when I fell asleep.] These meds are too strong and make me way too sleepy" she chirped as Najma joined her on the sofa.

"No worries. Acha hi hua [That's good], I was able to finish off my class project and also finish some preps for the dinner. Now Ammi will be able to relax a bit after she is home. Raat ko movie hum sab saath mein dekh lenge. [We can all watch the movie tonight.]" Najma responded.

"Oh by the way Tamatar thanks for the phone. I really needed one. It's amazing how disconnected we start feeling when we don't have a working phone." Zoya said, assuming that Najma was the one who must have brought the phone.

"But why me?" Najma replied with her brows furrowed in confusion. "I did not bring it MQ. Mujhe to pata bhi nahi tha aapko phone ki zaroorat hogi [I did not even realize that you may be in need of a phone]. Maybe Ammi got it for you." Najma concluded to which Zoya accepted as a probablity.

"Acha yeh batao Tomato...tum itni uchal uchal kar kisse baat kar rahi thi? Boyfriend? [So tell me, who were you talking to so excitedly? BF?]" Zoya asked with a big smile on her face and her brows dancing in merriment.

Najma looked horrified. "Pagal ho kya MQ? [Are you mad MQ?] I don't have any BF ShiF."

"Kyon? [Why?] What's wrong with a BF?" Zoya was intrigued.

"Oh you have no idea how my brother will react if I have one. He'll probably have my head for dinner instead of the tandoori chicken I have so painstaking prepared. And I am not interested in having one either." She said as her voice slightly dipped when she said the last line. "Anyways, I was talking to my bestie Sara. She is a distant cousin on dad's side of the family. She is getting married in 10 days and she wants me to perform for her sangeet next week. Mein bus use samjha rahi thi ke main dance kyon nahi kar sakti. [I was just explaining to her why I cannot perform.]" She quickly recovered from her slip up.

"Yahan kya Hitler shahi chalti hain? [Does Hitler rule this house?] I noticed how during lunch, you and Phoopi suddenly went quite." Zoya questioned.

"Nahi Bhaijaan Hitler nahi hai. Haan, bus unke kuch niyam hain aur hum bas use follow karte hain. [No, brother is not a Hitler. It's just he has some rules that we comply with]" Najma defended her brother.

"Rules are meant to be broken, Tamatar that is the only rule. Haan to batao [so tell me], why can't you dance? Sangeets are so much fun with all the singing and dancing and the beautiful clothes." Zoya was back to discussing the topic at hand.

"Kiske sangeet ki baat ho rahi hain, koi mujhe to batao. [Whose sangeet are you talking about, fill me in?]" Dilshaad spoke as she entered the house.

Najma ran to the kitchen to get her mother a glass of water, while Zoya filled her in on the conversation.

"Najma, I think Asad might just agree this one time. It is in the family afterall. Let me talk to him." Dilshaad assured her daughter.

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That night during dinner, Dilshaad approached Asad about Sara's wish. His first reaction was to say no. But when Dilshaad explained to him how Sara was Najma's closest friend and a cousin too and that it will not look good in the family, he was persuaded. However, he put a condition that she will not let her studies get affected and will still respect her curfew.

"But Bhaijaan, the dance practice?" Najma questioned

"Don't worry about that, Tomato. I will teach you. There is nothing to fear when Zoya Farooqui is near." Zoya assured her, squeezing her hand lightly.

"Miss Farooqui, shaayad aap bhool rahin hain ki aap apne pairon par theek se khadi bhi nahi reh paa rahi hain. Aur aap dance seekhaengi? [Ms Farooqui, I think you are forgetting that you cannot even stand on your own. And you are going to teach her the dance?]" Asad smirked.

"Main itni bhi bewakoof nahi hoon Mr. Khan. Aapne YouTube ka naam suna hain?[I am not stupid Mr. Khan. Have you heard of YouTube?]Nowadays, you can find everything online. Then it is only a matter of copying the steps."

"Haan aap sirf bewakoof deekhti hain. [Yeah you only look stupid.]" He whispered to himself.

"I heard that." She hissed.

"Acha Zoya, ek khayal aaya.[Zoya,I just had a thought.] I have seen all the clothes you have brought. You don't have anything you can wear for the wedding and the functions. We need to do some serious shopping for you." Dilshaad spoke in order to diffuse the situation before it went out of hand.

"But Phoopi, I don't even know them. I don't think I will be attending. It would not be proper." Zoya countered.

"Don't worry about that, beta. Tum hamari mehmaan ho, to tum hamare saath hi chalogi. [You are our guest and you will go with us.] I am not going to hear a no in this matter." She said with a finality.

"But Ammi, how can we go shopping?"

"Leave that to me. I have the perfect solution." Dilshaad's eyes twinkled.

Asad rolled his eyes as he got up from the table. Trust women to forget about everything once they start talking about shopping.

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Later that night, the ladies sat down to watch Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. Dilshaad had not seen the movie and chose it from the options that they had on hand. Asad reluctantly agreed to join them when both Dilshaad and Najma forced him. He however insisted on keeping his laptop and book on hand just in case.

Half way through the movie, Dilshaad had left for her bed, too tired from her busy day. Asad too was only paying half a mind to the movie, the book was obviously more interesting.

The girls were however enjoying the movie to the fullest. They gushed during the La Tomatina festival only to be severely reprimanded by Asad for so openly ogling at the guys. Zoya teased Tamatar during the entire song and enjoyed her blushes. They sighed when Arjun and Laila kissed, earning another look from Asad. He even warned them that if they did not start behaving like proper girls, he would shut the movie.

He decided to take MyJaan for a walk since the poor thing was looking restless and he was having a hard time concentrating on the book or the movie since the girls were not stopping their constant prattling about each scene.

"MQ, aapko maloom hai, bachpan mein bhaijaan ko sky diving ka bahot mann tha. [Do you know,bhaijaan always wanted to go skydiving as a child?]" Najma remarked when the sky diving scenes came up.

"Really, Mr. Khan? Me too. Someday I am going to go skydiving, along with scuba diving, bungee jumping, and every other adventure sport I can think of." Zoya responded.

"Sachi Zoya. Aap kar payengi yeh sab? Aap ko dar nahi lagega? Kuch ulta siddha ho gaya to? [Really Zoya. Will be able to do it? Will you not be afraid? What if something bad happens?]" Najma bombarded her with the questions.

"Arrey Najma, these people take very good precautions. There is very little left to chance. And I want to live my life to the fullest. Ek zindagi mili hain, agar uske bhi luft na uthaein to kya jiye? [You only have one life, if you cannot enjoy it to the fullest than what is the point of living?]" Zoya explained her life's philosophy.

"Yeah but still. I don't think I have it in me to do anything that scary."

"Arrey Tomato, there is so much I want to do in my life. I have a whole list." She winked.

"Tell me nah, what else is on your list?" Najma was riveted by this new topic and the movie was long forgotten.

"Phir kabhi Tamatar, ab yeh movie finish kartein hein [Some other time, let's finish the movie first]. I am already sleepy."Zoya said suppressing a yawn.

"Actually, I'd rather talk than watch the movie." chirped Najma, her attention completely on Zoya.

"You girls can continue your movie and talking tomorrow. Tamatar, kal subah class nahi hai kya? [Don't you have a class tomorrow morning?]. Its better you guys go to sleep." Asad spoke from behind them.

"Ji Bhaijaan." Najma frowned but still stood up and offered Zoya a hand.

"I'll help her to her room. You go." Asad interrupted and started to pick up Zoya. He had noticed during the movie how she was slowly massaging her ankle every now and then.

"No thanks. I can limp my way back."Zoya said, miffed that he interrupted their movie and conversation.

"I didn't ask Ms. Farooqui." Rubbing his forehead and pinching his nose. He continued to pick her up despite her resistance.

"I have noticed that you have this bad habit, Mr. Khan, of issuing orders and controlling everyone's lives and expecting everyone to just follow them meekly. But remember, I am my own boss. Which reminds me, next time, don't call a doctor before asking me."

"Well, as long as you stay under my roof, you will follow my orders and your well being is my responsibility. Whether you like it or not. But you are welcome to leave if you wish." They had reached her room by this time. He gently put her down on her bed.

He proceeded to hand her the medications and a glass of water. Before he could take the ointment, she grabbed it and gave him a hard stare. He shrugged and made his way towards the door.

"Aah Ms.Farooqui. A bit of advice, if you ever plan to run with the bulls, make sure you have everything else on your bucket list crossed off. Kya pata uske baad aap kuch aur kar bhi paye ya nahi. [Who knows if you will be fit to do anything thereafter?]" Asad told her, his face expressionless as usual, turning only slightly so to observe her reaction.

"Allah Miyah, whats wrong with you Mr. Khan? Kuch acha nahi bol sakte to kam se kam bura bhi to na bolein. [If you can't say something nice, at least don't speak ill.]" Zoya picked a pillow and threw it at Asad's retreating back.

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Surprise new entry in the next update. Most likely the next update will be Tuesday but will definitely try for Monday. I have guests over the weekend so don't know if I will be able to get much done during the weekend.

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