HKKMJNM: Part 24a, Pg 145 - Page 2

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Part 2

"Hammad will you please hurry up! I am getting late. This is my first day at college and you are ruining it for me."

Zoya shouted at the top of her voice for the fifth time already. Inside his room Hammad looked at his watch and mentally calculated the time he had to get her to college. They could easily reach in half an hour. He hurriedly wore his shirt and sprinted down the stairs. As soon as he saw Zoya, he started walking at snail's pace clearly enjoying her irritated-ready-to-kill expressions. Man! How he loved teasing his baby sister.

Zoya: "I swear I will kill you some day!"

Hammad: "Who will you pester for carrying out your driver's duty then?"

He replied while taking the driver's seat in his car. Zoya occupied the passenger's seat and said

"I have to bear with you till I get my own car. Then I won't have to beg you for anything at all!"

Hammad: "That will be when you turn 18 which is three months from now and have your driving license made! And before that you will have to learn how to drive. Piss me off and I will not teach you at all."

Zoya: "Huh! I don't need you for that. I will ask Baba to get me a personal instructor."

Hammad: "Yar Baba favours you way too much!! I can't even blackmail you. I don't know why they make such a hue and cry of the girl child being neglected. In our house its always Zoya this Zoya that. You trample upon our rights girl. I think I should get Hamza with me on this one. We will start a campaign; celebrate the male child. Maybe that will get Baba's attention towards us as well. As of now only his shoes or hands do the honours for me."

Zoya: "Aww poor you! Stop your tirade and drive faster."

Hammad: "Please"

Zoya: "Ok ok... Pleeease!"

Hammad: "Oh no!"

Zoya: "What?"

Hammad: "Look ahead!"

The road was blocked. Hammad got out of the car to get to know the reason. He came back and told her.

"Apparently two drivers got into a fight as one hit the other's car. They have blocked the whole road and none of them is ready to relent."

Zoya: "Allah miyan whats wrong with these people. They may fight at the side. Why is it necessary to block the road. You know what all this is your fault!"

Hammad: "What? How come?"

Zoya: "If you hadn't taken so long to get ready, we would have crossed this place even before these two started fighting."

Hammad: "Are you for real Zoe! How the hell was I supposed to know that two lunatics would decide to block the road right when I have the great Jhansi ki Rani sitting with me here!"

Zoya: "I don't know! Do something. I don't want to be late for my very first day and get into my teachers' bad books."

Hammad: "C'mon Zoe you are not a school girl! College students are meant to bunk classes and be late."

Her eyes started brimming with tears. He felt bad. One thing he could never take was her tears. He may

irritate her to no end but by the end of the day he loved her more than anything in the world. Right now

it was partly his fault that she was getting late. He shouldn't have gotten late deliberately. She had always been the perfect one. Anything that would destroy her image was a big thing for her.

She finally reached the campus a whole 10 minutes late. There was no way she was going to enter the lecture theater via the door lest the professor saw her. On the other hand she couldn't decide what to do. Finally she decided it was okay to be a little late just this once. She was about to open the door when she heard somebody behind her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you! That professor is known for the classic insults he hurls at students who get to his wrong side."

Zoya: "Then what would you do?"

The guy replied: "Follow me."

He took her to the back of the building and pointed towards a pole beside a window. As she understood what he was trying to imply she exclaimed incredulously.

"No way! This is just absurd."

"There is no other way. He won't let you in otherwise. This is the only way you can get in unnoticed."

Zoya took a deep breath and decided to do what she had never done before. She decided to break in! He helped her climb the pole.

"I think you can manage the rest. Have a good day."

He said with a smirk and walked away.

She was halfway up the pole when it started creaking. She looked down and mentally calculated the distance. She couldn't simply jump down without getting hurt. When she tried to reach the window, the pole tilted a little sideways. She was stuck clinging to the pole! She couldn't get to the window which was far out of her reach and the ground was about 8 feet below. That idiot had fooled her.

She cursed that guy for the thousandth time when she heard someone below.

"What are you doing up there?"

She looked towards the direction from where the voice came.

"I am stuck! Please help."

The guy suppressed a smile and said

"And how on earth did you manage to get up there?"

Z: "Someone fooled me!"

G: "Fooled you?"

Z: "Yes he said the only way I can get into this anatomy class is through that window."

G: "What are doors for? Let us think! Oh I see they are for humans."

Z: "What do you think I am? A monkey?"

G: "Maybe!"

Z: "Allah miyan! whats wrong with..."

"No no no no no Zoe just don't pick up a fight with him right now. Although he is a jerk but Mr. Jerk is the only help you have right now. Make use of it." She thought to herself.

He looked at the play of emotions on her face with interest and then heard her say in the sweetest possible voice.

"Please help me."

He extended his hand towards her. She lightened her grip on the pole to hold his hand. As soon as her hand touched his, she felt a strong current pass through her body. She slipped from the pole and landed

right into his arms. He, not ready for this sudden movement, lost his balance and fell backwards with her on the top of him.

"Oh God! Are you okay?" He asked her trying to get up. She got up and looked at him with anger.

"How dare you call me a monkey? Then you made me fall as well and that too on yourself. Guys here

have no respect for ladies at all!"

"Oh hold on Blabber express! I didn't call you a monkey. You yourself did! And what did you say about

me making you fall on myself. Lady I tried to help you and you literally broke my bones. Then you have the audacity to say all this. One more thing. Let me assure you ladies here don't have to climb poles in search of respect!"

"Look what you have done now! Was it necessary to fight? I was already late due to that dimwit of my brother, that idiot made me climb this pole and now you have done all this. You men urgh! The world would have been a better place without you. I hope I don't see you ever again."

With that she walked away huffing and puffing.

"Don't worry the feeling is mutual!"

She heard him call out behind her.

"What the hell Zoe! You acted so weird in front of him but he was a jerk too. What was that current about? Why did this happen? Think Zoe Think! Okay so what happened was I had been on that pole for

quite a long time. Static built up on me and when I touched his hand all the charge got earthed, hence the current. There I have a completely scientific explanation to it now." Zoya thought to herself as she aimlessly walked around the corridors. She had finally decided not to attend the class at all.

"This is the last time I am listening to you Hammad. Well I am a college student now and college students are meant to be late and bunk classes. I have done both on my first day at college and that too in the very first lecture. Lets see what is up next."

She took out her schedule and checked it. "So physiology next. At the orientation Ms. Dobrial had said the physio department is at the far end of this building. I think I should go to the physio lect. Hall as the anatomy class ends in 10 minutes."

She was playing games on her cell phone to kill time when she heard

"May I sit here, if you don't mind?"

Zoya looked up. A slightly chubby, friendly looking girl was smiling at her.

"Oh sure have a seat,"

"You were not there in the previous class. Right?"

She said trying to start a conversation.

Z: "Oh yah got late. I am Zoya and you?"

N: "I am Najma. I got late too but bhai (brother) took me to the class. He told me Dr. Ashutosh, the head of Anatomy department is one of the few level headed professors here. If you ever get late he never makes an issue out of it. When bhai was in first year, he taught him as well."

Zoya felt like killing the boy who had fooled her earlier.

Z: "So what happened in the class today?"

N: "Oh nothing special. Just introductions."

They kept talking till the class started. By the end of the day Najma and Zoya had become friends.

"So princess how was your first day?" Zoya and Baba were strolling in their backyard

as they usually did in the evening when he asked her.

She told him the details of the day minus the "current and the fall".

"So the start was quite an eventful one but you didn't have to face what we had to back in our days. Its banned now but back then the seniors used the rag the juniors real bad. I was made to do 100 pushups in one go. My body hurt but it was worth it!"

Zoya: "O really? And how?"

Baba: "Thats what I initially impressed your mother with."

He winked at her. Zoya laughed at this. They continued talking about college and "how I met your mother 😊" till Sarah called them inside for dinner.

Part 3

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I am sorry for the delay people. Exams coming up so wasn't able to update. Secondly my mind kept getting drifted off to events to happen later in the story so I started writing that first but of course I can't post that right now. I can't pm links as a newbie so would it be okay if i just let you people know that I have updated. Okay enough of my rant! Enjoy and please do comment. Oh and one more thing although I do have the general skeleton of the story in my mind but you can suggest particular AsYa scenes you want to happen and I will try to integrate them into the story. Cheers🤗

Part 3

It had been a month since their classes started. Zoya and Najma had become good friends. Whenever they were together it was Zoya who always did most of the talking so she still didn't know much about Najma. On the other hand Zoya had narrated almost every single incident in her life to Najma. Nevertheless they got along really well.

They were trying to get into the auditorium amid a rush of students where the Dramatics competition was being held. They were to be addressed by a certain "Asad Ahmed Khan", the student body president regarding joining college societies as well. Most of the girls seemed really excited.

"They are making much ado about just a stupid dramatics event. Strange."

Zoya said observing their enthusiasm.

"Its not the competition sweety! They are all here to catch a glimpse of Asad. I tell you he is really hot!

Who knows... maybe any of us will get lucky tonight and he will talk to us."

One of their classmates replied hearing Zoya's comment. Zoya looked at her incredulously but didn't say anything.

They finally got seated. The murmurs in the hall came to a sudden halt when "he" came on stage. Zoya's mouth formed a perfect "O".

He was the same guy who had helped her on her first day. No wonder he was arrogant! The female population at KEMC literally worshiped him.

Zoya turned towards Najma and said

"You don't think he is the hottest guy around?"

Najma smiled and replied

"Well I think he is. Don't you find him hot Zoya?"

Z: "Please! Don't tell me you also have a crush on this arrogant dude!"

N: "He is not arrogant Zoya and how can I have a crush on my own brother. Astagfirulah!"

Z: "What? Brother like bhai wala brother... I mean real brother!"

N: "Yes real brother!"

Najma started laughing while Zoya was embarrased to the core.

Soon after the skits started and the evening went by without any further shocking revelations for Zoya.

Zoya was standing near the college gate. She looked around for Hammad but couldn't see him. After searching for about five minutes she decided to call him.

Z: "Where are you?"

H: "Sports club. Why?"

Z: "What? Do you remember you were supposed to pick me from college?"

H: "Oh shit! I am so sorry Zoe. I forgot. I am just coming."

Z: "Ok. I am waiting."

H: "Zoe can you manage with any of your friends because it will take me an hour to reach there."

Z: "Fine."

Although Najma had not left yet but Mr. Arrogant would be with her too. Zoya thought against asking Najma for help but then decided to go ahead with it. Most of her classmates had already left.

She was finally seated at the back seat of her friend's car with Najma and Asad in front. When he had seen her, his face didn't show any signs of recognition so she relaxed a bit.

N: "Bhai so many girls swoon over you. All I did today was look for a potential Bhabhi"

A: "Tamatar can we talk about something else."

"Tamatar! What a nick, suits Najma." Zoya thought to herself.

N: "Okay! You know what bhai... At first Zoya thought I have a crush on you" Seeing his weird expressions she added "Oh and that was before she knew you are my brother."

Zoya wanted to sink into the ground that very moment. She thought to herself

"What has gotten into this girl tonight. Nothing could have embarrassed me more!"

Asad chose not to reply to that. Instead he asked her

"Please tell me your address."

When they reached her place, Zoya got down and asked them to come in. Asad refused but by then her father had come out. He thanked Asad and forcefully took him and Najma inside and told them to stay till dinner.

After this first visit, Najma's visits to Zoya's place became quite frequent. As Asad was the one who picked and dropped her, Zoya was now on talking terms with him though they didn't interact much. At college she only saw him at events.

Najma's birthday was coming up and she still had to buy a gift for her. When she got up after sleeping through the whole day on Sunday evening, she decided to visit the marketplace nearby to buy something for Najma.

She told her mother that she was going out, took money from her and finally headed towards her destination after hailing a cab.

After strolling uselessly in various shops for half an hour she finally decided to buy a persian rug. She had suddenly recalled that Najma had once told her recently that she wanted it for her room but could buy it only when she had enough money. She spotted the shop she was looking for and moved towards it. She had already checked about twenty rugs but didn't like a single one. The shopkeeper was now starting to get agitated when she finally saw it. It was one of the limited edition ones on display. Why hadn't she spotted it earlier. As she said, "I want this one" she heard a man say exactly the same words at exactly the same time and he was pointing towards exactly the same rug. She moved a little to have a look at the guy and to her luck it was "Asad Ahmed Khan."

"Damn why does "he" want it. The rug undoubtedly has a feminine touch to it. Maybe Mr. Khan's sexual orientation is a little messed up. He doesn't pay attention to all the girls swooning over him and now he wants this. This? Allah miyan what's wrong with me! What am I thinking."

She acted to sound surprised as she walked up to him. He had already seen her asking for the same rug he had liked. What followed amused him thoroughly. Her face went through a myriad of expressions when she finally settled on the surprised one and walked up to him.

Z: "Oh Mr. Khan! Assalamualaikum"

A: "Walaikumusalam"

Z: "Do you really like this one?"

A: "yes I do. Why?"

Z: "I don't think it is the right choice for normal men but if you like it then its ok."

A: "What do you mean? I am not normal."

Z: "Its just that it has such a feminine feel to it. Why would a normal man like it!"

A: "The feminine feel is exactly the reason why I want to buy it. Is there something wrong with that?"

Z: "Astagfirullah Mr Khan. You need help!"

A: "Regarding?"

Z: "You are expressing liking for something that is kind of girlish. That means you are..."

A: "Oh my God! Are you for real Ms. Faruqi." He exclaimed. She really did have some screws loose.

His first impression of her hadn't been wrong and she had done nothing but strengthened it up till now. "You yourself need help. I don't want it for myself. I want it for Najma."

Z: "What? But if that is the case you can't buy it at all!"

It was her turn to be unpleasantly surprised and embarrassed too but she could put off the later for later.

She had spent almost an hour looking for some worthy gift and when she had finally found it he had come to claim it. "No way I won't let him buy this."

A: "May I ask why?"

Z: "Najma's birthday is coming up."

Asad looked at her as if she were really stupid. It was another thing he thought the same.

Z: "I mean I want to buy this to gift it to her."

A: "Excuse me but you can gift her anything else. I don't have time to look for something else and I need to buy it right now."

Z: "But you can't because I have more right on this. And even I don't have all the time in the world to look for another gift. I have already spent an hour looking for this."

A: "Mentally challenged people do take longer to complete tasks than normal people. Hence I am not surprised but what makes you claim that you have more right on this?"

Z: " I chose to ignore your highly offensive comment because I don't wan't to waste my time fighting with you. Moving on to your question, the answer is simple, I asked for it first."

A: "Don't lie. We asked for it at exactly the same time."

Z: "Okay but then I saw it first!"

A: "I saw it even before you did."

Z: "No I did."

A: "I did."

Z: "I did."

A: "I did."

Z: "Why are you acting so childish Mr. Khan? Look for something else. Oh and I saw it before you did."

A: "I am not acting childish Ms. Faruqi. You are. Why don't YOU look for something else. For the record I saw it before you did"

As their voices grew louder the shopkeeper walked up to them and said

"Sir, Madam you don't need to fight for this. We still have two pieces left. You can both buy it."

A: "But that exactly is the problem. If she buys it, this would be useless for me."

Z: "Thank God your slow mind has figured it out that the destination is same. Whether I buy it or you do the destination is the same. You let me buy it and be happy that it will look nice where it will be placed. Look you can't have the upper hand everywhere. The rug is already going to your place. Just let it come through a different channel."

She so wanted to get back at him for calling her mentally challenged and now that she had done that she could fight in peace.

A: "Why don't you let me buy it and you be happy instead."

Z: "Allah miyan what's wrong with you! Why are you so stubborn Mr. Khan?"

She turned toward the shopkeeper and said

"Uncle, I want this."

A: "No she doesn't, I want this."

The shopkeeper, really irritated by now, said

"Sir you may like to check our new collection."

From experience he knew men were easier to handle in such cases.

"No I don't want to check anything else. This would do just fine for me. Thank you. Ask the lady."

The girl was right. He was actually very stubborn so he decided to use another tactic.

"Madam why don't you try our special French collection. We are offering a special discount for that."

Z: "But that still doesn't solve the problem. If he buys a rug, it would be useless for me. Go buy something else Mr. Khan."

By now the shopkeeper inferred they were probably married. It was quite evident by the way they were fighting and talking about the rug going at the same place. He thought it best for them to solve their problem by themselves.

They kept on arguing for another five minutes and finally Zoya said

"Fine I will let you buy it but I have my conditions."

"Buy me seven dresses and pay for my gift as well."

A: "What? No I won't."

Z: "Fine then go ahead but rest assured your surprise wont be a surprise anymore then"

A: "Okay fine but I can't buy seven!"

Z: "Fine two. Is that okay... It should be! Look at the sacrifice I am making dude."

A: "yeah right!"

When Asad finally went to pay for the rug the old shopkeeper couldn't help saying

"So finally you both have sorted it out."

A: "Yeah finally!"

S: "Its not my place to say this but I think you should consider counseling."

A: "What for?"

S: "You both seem to have quite a difficult time together and that is not very healthy for a marriage sir."

A; "What?" He already had enough for the day so he just said "Thank you for the suggestion" and moved out.

What marriage! God help him if his wife turned out to be like her. She was sitting on his car's back and singing to herself. Who does that at a busy marketplace. Even worse what if she ended up being his wife. No no no I shouldn't even think along those lines. She is enough pain in the a** as Tamatar's friend only. He won't ever marry her even if his life depended on it!

She took her sweet time looking for two "muft ke" new dresses for herself as she knew she won't have to hail a cab now as the gentleman Mr. Arrogant-Irritating won't leave her stranded alone late at night.

Asad was really irritated. He wanted to be over with it and head home. He needed to study for his test as well. Finally after she had bought the two dresses which had cost him a fortune she headed towards a jeweler's shop. She selected a really expensive platinum band with bff engraved on it.

Z: "Perfect! If you would please do the honors Mr. Khan."

A: "Ms. Faruqi select something else. Would you have bought this if it were your own money? Besides buying such an expensive gift is just absurd."

Z: "No but look at the car you drive."

A: "What does my car have to do with this?"

Z: "Wouldn't you buy expensive gifts for the most important person in your life?"

A: "Najma is the most important person in my life. No I won't buy this as a gift even for her. I may if she would ask me to. I still don't get it. What does my car have to do with this?"

Z: "You are filthy rich for a student dude! I would shower my friends with expensive gifts if my father were like yours."

Asad stiffened and replied, his tone rather harsh, and then walked out of the shop.

"You are lucky your father is not like mine."

Zoya followed him out. He didn't talk much to her after this and she hurriedly settled for a teddy and decided to head back home.

Precap: Zoya turned around and her eyes widened in horror. Akram was in the car right beside theirs. All hell would break loose if he saw her with Asad. She hurriedly moved the seat back and tried to bend down in her seat in order to hide from him.

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Part 4

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