AsYa FF Something Changed Thread#1 (Updated Chp 23 Pg 107) - Page 9

Chapter 9

Zoya yawned and stretched as she got off her bed. This was definitely a first. She hadn't gotten up this early in a long time. She could tell it was very early indeed from the delicate sun rays peeking through her window. '6:30a.m? Zoya Faruqui you broke the record. So early ? Waw this is what it's like in a normal day of Mr Khan's life. Wait, Asad's life. Yup we are friends now so I have to lay off the weird names' except for Jahanpana six packs' she giggled as she made her way to the bathroom. No doubt she was in a good mood and she did not know why. Subconsciously, though, it seemed as though everything was changing. As if she were changing. Since when she would get up so early? Asad was already rubbing off on her. But Zoya didn't think about all of this. She was in a good mood despite notgetting her usual long night of sleep and nothing could spoil it. She felt her body relax as she stepped into the shower and started serenading the bathroom with her quite off-key singing.

'AAHHH' She screamed as cold freezing water fell on her. 'Allah miyan!'

Najma and Dilshad were busy downstairs preparing breakfast and listening to religious songs so they could not hear Bechari Zoya. Asad however who was in the middle of changing heard her scream and instantly became worried.

'That was Zoya's voice. But she never wakes up this early. Hm.. Arrey I hope it's not the nightmares coming back again' And with that he sped off to Zoya's room, not bothering about the fact that he hadn't finished wear his shirt.

Forgetting to knock, he burst through her doors dramatically yelling, 'Zoya! Are you alright' , while looking towards the bed. He was amazed as he saw her empty bed all made up. He looked around her tidy room in awe before he followed the sounds of grumbling and mumbling towards the bathroom. The bathroom door was open and so he stood by the door.

'Zoya?' He called less boldly than when he had entered. He was about to call again when Zoya came in front of him wearing only her bath robe. Her hair was wet and he could see the droplets of water on her face dripping down on her cheeks. He admired her in this state. The white robe was tied around her waist and emphasized on her shape and hips, which were always covered up under the kurta tops. She hadn't realized he was there for she was still singing, while complaining in between. He gaped staring at her and she immediately turned around, her back facing him, upon sensing his presence.

'Aaap!!! Allah miyan, what's wrong with you! Don't you have any manners? Before entering a girls room you should at least knock! And you're the one always talking about manners? Hmph, Mr Khan you should talk for yourself!' Her bickering had him out of his trance and infuriated he was.

'Enough! I just came here because I thought something had happened to you! And for you kind information, I did knock but if you weren't so busy singing your lungs out , calling rain and scaring the birds away, maybe I would've hear you!'

'Oh really!! Are you making fun of my singing? I'll tell you, in New York,'

He cut off. 'I haven't come here to hear another one of your New York stories. If nothing is wrong, I'll just get back to my room.' He turned and was about to go when she turned around, while speaking to him

'Nahi, Asad. I actually wanted'' And she stopped upon facing him. There he was, in his black dress pants, and a white shirt which was unbuttoned. She drooled. Her eyes were stuck on his chest.

'All of a sudden you're quite? What did you want?'

'Six packs' Her eyes widened and she jumped as she realized what she said. Asad looked down and realized he hadn't buttoned his shirt and at once got to work.

'Nahi I mean I wanted' woh. Allah miyan what's wrong with me! There's no hot water! And when I turned on the shower a ton of freezing water came pouring down on me. That's why I screamed.'

'Oh , maybe Najma and Ammi used up the hot water in this bathroom and it would take some time to be replaced. We don't usually have this problem because you normally get up on the right side of the bed. But today. Something's wrong with you. How did you manage to wake up this early?' He said laughing.

'If you're done making fun of me, can you leave. It's okay I'll just have to bathe using the cold water. Hmph' She pushed him out and was about to close the door when he pushed it back.

'If you want, you can use my bathroom. I took a bath much earlier so there would surely have hot water there.'

'Nahi, wohh it's okay.I'' she stammered, suddenly embarrassed.

'As you wish.' He smirked and began walking out. She quickly took up her stuff from the counter. Shortly after he heard footsteps following him and he smiled and shook his head.

She went into his bathroom before warning him not to come in, while he continued getting ready for work. She remembered the first time she had ventured into his bathroom only to find him taking a bubble bath. She laughed as she recollected his expression as well as hers. Now instead of scolding her, he himself offered her to use his bathroom. She tried her best not to mess around his stuff too much. Allah miyan , he has more things than a girl! So many bottles of shampoo, after shave, before shave , shower gel. 'This is why he smell so damn good!' She exclaimed and hoped he did not hear. She searched through his things but there was only his shower gel that she could use. Not wanting to cause any confusion, she settled for his very masculine yet deliciously smelling gel. She had to admit, that this was not her only reason. Something just seemed appealing about using his shower gel.

'Zoya, I'm going down to see if breakfast is ready. When you are finished, you too come down and don't drip water all over my room. Leave everything exactly the way you got it.'

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She's not done yet! Probably making my room into a pig sty! Asad thought as he read the newspaper. Dilshad and Najma were preparing breakfast when they noticed Asad looking up occasionally as though he was waiting on someone.

'Asad, who are you looking for? Zoya? You forgot, she doesn't wake up this early beta' Dilshad said, intending to tease him.

'Actually Ammi, Zoya is up.' He replied indifferently.

Najma and Dilshad looked at each other. How did Zoya manage to wake up this early? And how did Asad know that? Hmm

'Oh so where is she then?' Najma asked curiously.

'She's in my.. She's in the bathroom' He replied curtly. Knowing his mother and sister, they would make a big deal about it. He could not handle trying to convince them or attempting to justify himself so he simply said she was in the bathroom. But apparently, Zoya had made up her mind to destroy his plans.

'Phupii!!! Najma!!! Can someone come please?' She yelled.

'Najma beta, go and see what Zoya wants' Dilshad told her daughter.

Najma got up but was stopped by Asad who said that he would go, since he was heading upstairs anyways. But Dilshad knew her son too well. He was definitely anxious about something and she was almost sure it involved his 'Miss Faruqui' so she motioned to Najma to follow him.

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'Miss Faruqui, what do you want? What was sooo important that you needed to shout so much?' he asked her standing outside his bathroom.

'Phupi aur Najam kahan hai? Can't one of them come?' she replied.

'They are downstairs making breakfast. What's the matter?' he asked impatiently.

'Woh . I .. I forgot something in the other bathroom.' She said softly and thanked God she was inside and he could not see her embarrassed face.

'Seriously! Then go and get it!'

'I.. I can't come out like this, Asad. Try to understand. Pleaseee can you get it for me? It's on the countertop in the bathroom. In all the hurry I forgot it.'

'But what is it?' he asked confused.

'It's on the counter. It's the only thing there.' She replied.

He sighed exasperatedly and went to the other bathroom and then felt the need to shake some sense into her. He found a towel on the counter. 'Really? A towel? If she needed a towel she could've just used one from my bathroom. But no, she has to make me exercise! Thought she said I was fit.'

He grabbed it and as he began walking out, something dropped from the towel. Apparently it was rolled up or under the towel. His eyes popped out of his head. He felt as if he were scarred for life! 'What the hell!' Yes, Miss Faruqui had forgotten her undergarments. Asad screwed up his face as he picked it up and put it into the towel. Now he understood why she had called for his sister or mom and why she was not being specific. He had to admit though, she had good taste. He could just imagine her in.. What the .. Asad what's wrong with you? He shook his head in disapproval and headed back to his bathroom.

'Miss Faruqui, here is your ' towel.' He said knocking on the door, trying to contain his embarrassment. She was humming O la la to make things worse. He wished she would shut up.

She slightly cracked open the door, still humming, a space small enough for him to hand her the towel but he cursed himself as somewhere during the move from his hand to hers, the towel slipped and fell, exposed her underclothes. In that precise moment, she was humming the line, 'tu hai meri fantasy' and stopped realizing the awkwardness of the lyrics and this scene put together. Asad turned red and immediately turned around, while Zoya muttered continuously while cursing her fate and then shut the door after picking up her belongings.

Well this was quite an exciting morning he thought to himself as he made his way downstairs.

Unknown to him and Zoya, Najma had witnessed the whole scene and impatiently waited for Asad to leave so she could release the pent up laughter.

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Zoya came down and volunteered to make their tea and coffee while Najma would set the table. She served Dilshad and Najma tea and was greatly praised. She served Asad his coffee not daring to meet his eyes. He mentally laughed at her behavior.

She was still utterly embarrassed. He then decided to have fun.

'Najma, do you smell that?'

'What bhaijan?'

'Smells like my shower gel. The one you bought for me.'

'Oh , yeah. You used it this morning?

'No I didn't'

Zoya was ready to flee when Asad said, ' The scent is coming from there' pointing in Zoya's direction.

Najma, picking up on her brother's wickedness decided to help Zoya.

'Really, I can't smell it anymore. Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.'

Zoya was relieved. The morning was rather quiet as Zoya tried to get over what happened in Jahanpana six packs' bathroom and Asad made it very difficult.

He made his exit very memorable. As he walked to the door for work, he hummed O la la and smirked at Zoya who was red. Red as in flushed or red as in anger he did not know. Even Najma and Dilshad who were aware of the morning's happenings couldn't help but giggle softly. Zoya's expressions was priceless. Zoya remembered when she had done this to him. This time it was in the reverse.

She pouted as she promised to get back at him.

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