Chapter 2
"Zoya...Zoya...wake up.Its almost 10. Wake up sleepy head." Najma shook Zoya.
"Wha...what happened? Wait, I am getting up..Stop screaming Tamatar," Zoya replied groggily.
"No you cannot wait. Here wear this and come out right now. We have to leave soon. Just go to the bathroom, wash up and get ready. I am getting ready too. Meet you at the car in 15 minutes."
"Where are we going...Tamata...," the door slammed before Zoya could finish her sentence. "Pagal ladki."
Zoya washed up and came out wearing the outfit Najma gave her. It was simple but nice. A simple figure hugging dark red brocade kameez with a nice green and gold zardousi border. The dupatta was gorgeous. It had kundan work all over it. It had a scooped neck at the back...just as Zoya liked. She grabbed some matching earrings to go with the outfit and realized that she barely had time to brush her hair and put on some kohl in her eyes since 15 minutes was almost up.
It was too nice and outfit for a morning errand and Zoya wondered where they were going.
Zoya noticed that the whole house was empty when she stepped out the front door and made her way to the car.
Dilshad and Najma were already waiting in the backseat of the car while Asad impatiently tapped on the steering wheel.
"Phuppi, where are we going?" Zoya asked Dilshad, intentionally avoiding Asad.
"You'll see..ab chalo beta." Dilshad replied.
They rode in silence almost the entire ride. Zoya tried to initiate a few conversation but Asad dismissed her everytime (which only angered Zoya). Dilshad was silently nodding most of the time while Najma texted Imran and broke down in sudden fits of giggles.
Finally after 45 minutes in the car, Asad stopped in front of a house.
"Stay here. I'll be back." He got out of the car and glanced at Zoya with a naughty twinkle in his eyes.
"Was he always like this? This irritating?" Zoya frowned and asked Dilshad.
No reply from Dilshad...but another fit of giggles from Najma.
Zoya was thoroughly confused. What was happening?
10 minutes later Asad walked back to the car and asked the ladies to follow him inside the house.
Zoya could make no heads or tails of what was happening. Moreover, she hadn't had breakfast so the grey cells in her brain weren't working at their optimal level either.
"Allah Miya...I need food," Zoya mumbled.
Edited by asyafan6 - 12 years ago