AsYa FF Something Changed Thread#1 (Updated Chp 23 Pg 107) - Page 4

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(PLEASE READ : In this update and the following update I mentioned a movie called A Walk to Remember. For those of you who don't know, it's a movie about two young adults who are the opposite from each other eg their way of thinking, beliefs etc and are always at log aheads with each other always arguing but eventually end up falling in love. However the girl had cancer and died at the end, but their love lived on. As you can see this could get one emotional which is what I tried to include in this update. Hope you enjoy J )

Chapter 5

Asad cleared his throat. 'Good Morning'

Good Morning, beta' she replied. He then took his seat. Asad as usual, was seated at the head of the table, both Najma and his Ammi seated on the side next to him setting his plate and breakfast while making eye signals. Asad was already tired of trying to explain to them earlier that morning so he just ignored their actions.

Just then, Zoya walked in.

Okay, Zoya this is it. Show him that not only he can be bipolar. You'll be back to normal too, she told herself as she walked in, her eyes on her feet. Slowly she looked up while greeting them.

'Good Morning Phuu'''..' and she stopped for as she looked up she saw Mr Khan.

Mr Khan in a thin, white kurta with a deep V neck. Oh My God. He was surely doing this on purpose. She could see his buff arms through the thin material as it clinged to him. Not to mention the sneak peek of his six packs.

'Good morning Zoya' both Najma and phupi chorused, breaking Zoya's drooling session. Zoya could feel her skin getting hotter and she only prayed her face did not reflect this. What had she been thinking? ughhh

She saw they were all looking at her with expectance and realized she stopped midway in her sentence.

'Good Morning, Six pa''she tried to continue '' SHITTT

That was it. She was officially screwed. If she couldn't get through this one morning, how would she get through the rest of her stay.

Allah miyan whats wrong with you Zoya. Pull yourself together woman! Focus. She said to herself as she mentally tapped herself.

'Good morning Phupi. Good morning Najma' she said in her ever so chirpy voice pretending the past 2 minutes never happened as the two women stifled their giggles, fully aware of her intentions.As she was about to take her seat, her Phupi got up and told her to seat there. Zoya was confused.

'Why?'

'uhh woh Zoya you sit nuh, next to Asad.' Oh no both Asad and her self thought.

'Nahi, its ok' Zoya replied.

When Dilshad insisted, she sat next to Mr Akdu while his Ammi sat next to her.

This was going to be one long morning, Zoya thought, especially because Asad did not have to go to work today. But Im going to make the best of it.

And with that, Zoya went back to being Zoya. From talking too much to saying her famous shayari. Needless to say, it was quite noisy and Asad was slowly but surely becoming infuriated.

Infuriated not at her or at what she was doing, but at himself. Normally her behavior would drive him up a wall but now he couldn't find anything wrong with it. He had long grown accustomed to her and actually didn't mind her nonstop blabbering. But he knew he had to do something about it. He felt himself folding in his fist as he prepared to lash out.

' MS FARUQUII! Do you need to eat and talk at the same time?'

Zoya was just waiting for an outburst. Oh, he choose the wrong time to mess with me. I'll give him a deserving answer.

'Actually, just as you have the need to be hot and cold at the same time, I too can multi- task, Mr Khan.' She said in a voice drowning with sarcasm.

Now she was over doing it, he thought. Here he was trying to get things back to normal and she was questioning his changing behavior.

Asad stood up with a jolt, ready to fire back when his Ammi calmed him down and questioned his behavior.

'Haan, Mr Khan kya hua? Zoya added with a devilish smirk hiding behind her innocent eyes.

'Kuch nahi.'he replied sitting down.

'I thought after this morning at least you two would give up all this bickering, ya Allah!' Dilshad exclaimed as Asad and Zoya looked at her. Oh no, she is still misunderstanding us!

Sensing the awkwardness, Najma tried to change the topic.

'What are you guys doing later? I mean we are all home today , right? No Plans?'

'Ji Najma.'

'Then why don't we all watch a movie. We can watch my favourite movie 'A Walk to Remember' . I borrowed the DVD from my friend. We can look at it together.'

'Really? Oh my, that's such a sweet, romantic movie yaar. Sure I'll watch it with you' Zoya replied with all enthusiasm.

' Haan Najma me too' Dilshad joined in.

'You all enjoy, I think I'll pass up on that' Asad was already turned off by Zoya's words. He was not in the mood for some romantic chick flick.

'Oh come on bhaijan, its been so long since we all three looked at a movie together, and now even Zoya is here'

Asad couldn't help it. A tiny smile escaped his lips as Najma referred to Zoya as though she were already family. A smile so tiny and short that no one noticed except for Zoya. After all, Zoya would always notice every little thing that Asad Ahmed Khan did.

After both his sister and mother nagged him, he gave in and agreed to see the movie with them.

With that, both Dilshad and Najma left the table and went to the kitchen to clean up, leaving both Asad and Zoya to have their breakfast.

Asad was still calmly thinking about Zoya as part of the family when he caught himself in a day dream.

Zoya found Asad to be too quiet so she once again resumed her messy eating. Something to get a reaction out of him . Something to get his attention? Whatever the reason may be, it worked.

Asad flared up as he realized what he was doing. That was enough. His aggravation then overtook him and to make it easier, Zoya provided him with an opportunity to vent.

'Ms Faruqui, haven't I not told you about your bad eating habits already? Eat properly like a normal person'

Zoya just ignored him and teased him playfully but wished she didn't as Akdu looked like he was about to explode.

'Ms Faruquii!!! I am talking to you! Do you not have even this little bit of manners? Or is it that your parents'.

Asad reprimanded her with rage as if fire was escaping from his mouth but held his tongue as he realized he went way too far.

Zoya's playful, mischievous face dropped. She looked almost like a candle that had just blown out, the light and spark she always carried became dull.

How could he? After everything, how could he? I thought'. No Zoya, I told you this man is mental. Showing his tender side means absolutely nothing if he is like this all the time.You were wrong to think he had a reason to be the way he was. Allah miyan there was absolutely no reason to be this cruel. A sudden bitterness and emptiness filled Zoya as she and Asad both stood up. She was disgusted.

Najma and Dilshad, who were eavesdropping on them, also came closer, fearing what would happen next. Their bhaijan and son had seriously crossed his limits.

Asad was about to say something but Zoya just held her hand up to stop him.

' How can someone eat like a normal person when they are eating with someone like you? Someone so cold hearted and cruel, someone who changes overnight? Your mentality is as hard as bronze and always will be. I thought after last night some things might have changed but I guess I was wrong, Mr Asad Rashid Ahmed Khan.' She said in a voice as cold and piercing as a knife.

Her eyes seemed volcanic with rage and hurt and she walked back to her room.

She left Asad standing rooted to the ground. He felt a pang in his heart. He was distraught. He was angry at himself for what he said but more than that, he was hurt, hurt that Zoya could say something like that to him. Maybe he deserved it but those harsh words almost killed him, especially because it came from Zoya. Did she really think about him like that? He couldn't take it. Was he really that horrid ? His eye glistened as he walked robotically out of the house , turning a deaf air to his concerned mother and sister.

All he could hear was Zoya's pain filled words. All he could see was her hurt and anger.. maybe even hate in her eyes. All he could feel was disappointment. Today he let his emotions get the better of him. Today he probably lost every chance of being friends with Zoya. She was right, he was indeed coldhearted. He was like his father otherwise he would have never hurt her the way he did. What else could go wrong.

The loud slam of a car door had Zoya peeping through the window. Through her blurry vision and tear filled eyes she saw Asad get into his car and drove off. The way he moved, it seemed as though there was a weight on his body that he could no longer lift. He might have some emotional hang ups but that doesn't mean he could treat her like dirt , she thought. She wondered why his stone like talks made such a deep impression on her. Generally she would fight back and throw a tantrum when he judged her. But something about the way he said it, something about the circumstances, and something about last night she had to admit, made her react the way she did. She was satisfied with the way she dealt with him until she say him outside going in his car. Did she say too much? Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned his father.

She cursed herself for her words but remembered Asad's remarks. Even if I did go too far, so did he.

And that was how, they invited a hurricane of emotion onto themselves. There was no turning back.

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THIS WAS A LONG ONE and emotion packed as well phewww but stil hope you guys like reading it!

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