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The Indian buses were always the best and the worst at the same time. And the monsoon season wasn't really helping people. It was raining cats and dogs. And Asad was getting irritated after every passing second. The queue for the bus was getting longer and longer .Yes, The Asad Ahmed Khan, the biggest business man in Mumbai travelling in a bus was not usual. Actually his car broke down and he had come all the way walking to find a bus stop. Why bus stop you ask? Because out of all the days, it was going to be this and only this day for the Taxis to strike. He was completely drenched by now. He cursed his luck and then moved one step forward as the line moved. And then his eyes fell upon someone. There in the queue was a girl in her early 20's trying to save herself from the rains. The girl was wet already. She was wearing a blue top and jeans kind of an office uniform. She was covering her head with a jacket which was of no use really. Then she tried to ask someone to share an umbrella with her. But alas no one was ready to help. Her lower lip protruded in a sulky pout. How adorable her lips were. Pink, rosy lips.
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Suddenly she turned her head in his direction. She flashed her dimples. Oh those dimples could kill someone someday. She passed by him and went to the kids there. The kids were playing in the puddles of mud. She joined them. The people there were giving her weird looks but she didn't care. The moment he saw her playing with kids, he wondered is this a 5 year old girl in an adult body. She suddenly jumped into the puddle causing all the mud to splash over the kids. They all laughed. Again those dimples. Oh boy! She was beauty. Asad was so busy eyeing Zoya that he didn't realize when people took over his place. Now he was the last in the line and had to wait for another half an hour for the bus to come. This was the third time his luck was not in his favor. Firstly the car, then the rains and now another half hour.
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He came out of this thought when he heard a melodious voice. "Yeah aapi, it's 7 pm and I know I should be home by now but can't really help it. The queue for the bus is much more today because of the Taxi strike. It will take me another hour. So yeah I will be home by 8. Bye aapi. Love you. And yeah aapi, tell Jiju not to gulp down the delicious cupcakes I made this morning. You try to keep him away from them till I come." With that she chuckled and disconnected the call. "Jiju, Jiju, Jiju...Sometimes he so acts like a child." She was talking to herself. Asad shook his head at her statement and thought Look who's talking'. But he spoke it much louder. "Excuse me?" she asked him. Asad mentally hit his head for his stupidity. He turned to face her and stuttered "Uhmm...Woh...Actually...I didn't mea...mean that. Well I am sorry. I am Asad." He said in order to change the topic. "Hi I am Zoya Farooqui." Then there was awkward silence. After sometime Asad felt a tap on his shoulder. Her touch was electrifying. Asad turned. "Do you know which bus goes via this place? Actually I missed my bus." She struggled to take out a chit from her purse. He bent forward to take a look. But ended up losing his balance. He quickly held her shoulders to balance himself. He straightened himself and gestured her to give him the chit. He looked at the paper which was all wet and the ink all spread because of the stupid rains.
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He showed her the paper and she rolled her eyes looked up. She tried calling her aapi but her battery was drained and the mobile refused to switch on. She murmered "Allah miyaan, why does all this happen with me only. You like to irritate me right? Now how the hell am I supposed to reach home? I can't call aapi to ask address. Why did I even come here? I was better in Bhopal." under her breath. Asad heard her complaints and wished he could help her.
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Suddenly his phone rang. It was his driver. "Sir, The mechanic has come and said that the car will be repaired within an hour. You tell me where you are and I will come and pick you. "Said the driver. Asad sighed. "Actually Prasad, I am in the opposite direction. I will come there only in an hour. You stay there." He turned towards her and said "Excuse me, Zoya right?" She nodded. Asad continued "If you have no problem I can drop you home if you know the route to your house." Zoya thought for a while and said"Yeah. Okay I mean why not? It's so nice of you. Sure let's go." She started to move ahead but felt a tug at her wrist. Asad had caught her wrist. He said "Uhmm...actually the car is being repaired and is a kilometer away from here. The car will take an hour to be repaired so we have to wait for some time." Her face fell. She had to reach home by any means. She agreed. The rain had almost stopped, just a drizzle. Her stomach growled. Asad laughed and said "If you were hungry, you could have told me. Come we will eat something."
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They were walking by the marine drive. Suddenly Zoya's eyes fell upon the bhelwala there. She literally ran towards him. Asad followed her. She asked "If you have no problem I would like to eat this." Pointing her finger towards the bhel and licking her lips. They took the bhel and sat there admiring the beautiful scene in front of them. Zoya was mesmerized. Asad was admiring the angel in front of him who was sitting there with her hand up in the air feeling every bit of the slow rains and the wind, showing those dimples again. Her hair swaying to the rhythm of the wind. "Beautiful!!" Asad said looking at her. She looked up at him. Their eyes met. She could look at his eyes for eternity. His eyes speak volumes. Then they realized what were they doing and looked the other side. At that moment Asad realized this is the girl he was destined to fall in love with. Zoya tried to lighten the mood. She said "I suppose you heard my conversation with aapi." And smiled. He nodded. "Uhh... My Jiju Anwar Farooqui he is just too much...always stealing my cupcakes."
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Asad was shocked would be an understatement. He thought he heard something wrong. "What's his name you said?" "Ermm...Anwar...Anwar Farooqui." Zoya was confused. "Ya Allah...You are Zoya Farooqui...Anwar bhaijaan's sister." He couldn't believe it. He was in love with Zoya. He used to hate her so much when they were in school. "How come I never saw you here, I come there almost every day. Anwar bhaijaan has done so much for me and my ammi." "You know Jiju? Actually I came here 2 days back." She said. "I am Asad...Asad Ahmed khan, Son of Dilshad Khan." Reality striked her."Oh you are Dilshad phupi's son who used to irritate me always. I am not taking your help...I will go home by myself.
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"Arrrggghhh Abbu why did you have to stop there? Continue na. Please, see." Zaara, Asad's 13 year old daughter requested making the best puppy dog face she can. Asad smiled looking at her "Have I ever told you that you are a carbon copy of your mother. Drama queen." "Yeah abbu many times...MANY! Now could you please continue? I so want to know your and ammi's love story." "Okay okay but after you finish with your breakfast." She flashed her cute dimples and started stuffing her mouth with the food.
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Part II : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/96295158
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A/N : Hey guys, this is my first attempt on a TS. Should I continue? Is it good? Is it bad? Do tell me your reviews through your comments. Reviews, good or bad all are welcome. And in case you ask...why this name? It's because I seriously don't know. Nothing else plopped in my mind😕. If you want PM's buddy me.😳 It's tiring to send PM's one by one. And I am one lazy ass🥱. If you like it then do hit the button.
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