'Zoya!!!' Asad called out frustrated for then tenth time.
'ZOYAAA!!!!!' He yelled.
'She is in the kitchen beta' He heard his Ammi say.
Rolling his eyes, he made his way towards the kitchen. It had been a month since their engagement was fixed and was to take place in two weeks. Everyone was so busy that he and Zoya hardly got to spend any time together. He had asked her to come to his room that morning on the pretext of bringing him coffee but clearly she didn't think that was important.
And Miss Faruqui strikes again, must be busy doing nothing!. He thought.
He was irritated to the core. Ever since they had confessed their feelings, their lives had become rollercoasters. They were of course madly in love and behaved like love struck teenagers but never, would they forsake their previous ways. From petty fights to challenges, Asad and Zoya were constantly changing moods. Asad was forever challenging her to handle the household which would always turn into an argument. A few minutes later they would make up and seem as though nothing happened. Dilshad and Najma were going crazy. How on earth would they manage after they get these two big babies married! There would be tantrums everyday! But luckily for them , they were busy with preparations so they saw less of their madness and antics.
He sat at the table and frowned with great annoyance. Zoya was fussing about in the kitchen and failed to even realize he was at the table. Great, she doesn't even take me on anymore, he thought. His plate was empty.
'Ammi, have you prepared breakfast?' he called?
Dilshad, coming out of the kitchen replied 'No, but Zoya has!!' with a big smile.
'Zoyaa?? Let me guess she made pizza? Wait , no she's serving us left over pizza from last night isn't she?'
'Keep quiet!' Dilshad scolded. ' Since morning, Zoya has been busy trying to make breakfast for you so you better behave!'
Najma giggled seeing her Ammi scold bhaijan for Zoya.
Zoya ran out of the kitchen with food and placed it on the table while sgreeting then in a sing song manner. ' Goooddd Moorrninggg ' she cheerfully sang.
'What is that?'
'Arrey, since morning I'm busy cooking for you and that's what you will ask? Hmphh' Zoya frowned. She expected him to be happy to see her do so much for him. They had not gotten to spend much time together so she thought she would surprise him with breakfast. She pouted.
'Sorry, Zoeyy' Asad told her lovingly, after noticing her disappointment.
'Don't call me that now.' She said , pretending to be angry.
Asad became more aggravated. Why should she be angry? She's the one who doesn't care to spend time with me. What the hell!
Zoya then started serving Asad while Najma and Phupi served themselves. Everything was going right. Phupi and Najma had already tasted her meal and praised her a lot. But the final verdict had to come from her would be husband, wouldn't it?
Asad fretted when two grains of rice fell on the table as Zoya served him. Zoya became nervous now. So far her surprise was not going as planned at all and on top of that, her Jahanpana six packs was acting as though he didn't appreciate the thought at all.
'Sooo how is it???' She asked him with expectant eyes.
'It's okay' he replied, still annoyed.
Her face immediately dropped. 'What do you mean okay'
She tasted it at once. 'Phupi Najma why didn't you tell me there was too much salt in this dish?'
'It's okay Zoya, anyways the others are tasting fine, truly!'
'Fine? Ammi are you feeling ill?'
'Don't mind bhaijan, he's just having a bad morning, Zoya'
'Asad, you're impossible! It took me so much effort and you '' Her voice almost broke.
'Haan Zoya, I'm just having a bad morning and this breakfast isn't helping. Look how much mess you've made in the kitchen. You should have just brought me my coffee like asked you too. There was no need for all of this. I appreciate it, really but don't waste your time with all this. Ammi is here, na'
'Waste my time? Just tell me that you don't think I could do all this. That you don't think I would be able to manage everything. You can't even see how much I tried but yet you keep on criticizing me.'
She picked up the phone and went inside for a minute and then came out. 'I just ordered breakfast for you all. It should be here soon. Hope there's not too much salt in it' she said stomping off to her room, after taking off her apron.
'Asad what have you done? Bechari Zoya got up so early just to make this for you, she even burnt her hand. Sometime you're just impossible you know.' His Ammi said before going to the door to collect the food Zoya had now ordered.
With a sigh, Asad got up and walked towards his Zoya's room.
Upon entering, he heard her sniffling and complaining. ' I know I can't do anything right but at least I'm trying. But no, Mr Akdu can't see that. I did all this to make up for the time we are not getting to spend together and he ruined it all. PEABRAIN!! What does he think of himself? Complete pain in the butt! Hmph and why am I here crying like an idiot?'
'Before you hurl more insults at me, you should know that I am right here' He said leaning on her door.
'And? It's good that you heard! Now go away , I don't want to talk to you.' She said shooing him out and literally pushing him out of her room.
She struggled against him as he took her in his arms and placed her on the bed. Then he went in the cupboard to get something.
'Asad what are you looking for? Just go!' she yelled.
He returned at her side and took her hand in his. 'Where is it?'
'What?' she answered with a baffled expression.
'The burn'
'Ohh, Asad its nothing.'
When he insisted, she showed him. He then applied some burn cream on it as a smiling Zoya watched him. When he was done, she said ' Don't think you can win me over with this, Mr Khan'
'hmmm well what about this?' he said and leaned in to kiss her cheek. The touch of his smooth lips sent a chill up her spine. Her face was beetroot red. She could feel it. She lowered her gaze and said ' Nope, not even that' with a husky voice.
Sitting next to her he intertwined his fingers with hers and looked at her. She turned away still trying to keep up the angry feelings. He brought his hand forward and touched her chin, pulling her to face him.
'I am sorry Zoya. I know out there I was a bit harsh on you. I guess I have been a little on edge because recently I haven't seen much of you. We haven't gotten to spend any special moments together. I was irritated and took it out on you. For that I really am sorry.'
'Really?'
'Yes, though your food, was truly '. Interesting' he winked.
Zoya smacked his arm and laughed. ' I want to learn everything, just like phupi. I have to start from now so that when we get married I can do everything for you, just the way you like it. Though it seems that would never happen.' She then admitted and frowned.
'Slowly but surely you'll learn everything, Zoey. Besides,I can do with you being your crazy self for some time before you change and go all wifey on me after marriage. But for now, just be yourself. That's the way I like it, Just the way you are.'
Zoya smiled looking at her Asad. He always knew the right things to say. The things to make her feel better. The things to make her feel loved. Being with him was the best thing that ever happened to her. They had their share of ups and downs but no one could deny that they loved each other immensely. She hugged him tightly and whispered 'I love you , Jahanpana six packs' , earning a hearty laugh from Asad. He kissed her forehead and said, 'I love you too, My Miss New York'
He then broke the hug saying he was hungry and wanted to go eat.
'Yeah, the food should be here by now' Zoya said.
'That doesn't matter, I am not eating that'
'Why?'
'Why eat that when I could eat the food my princess made for me with so much love and effort' and salt' he said before grinning.
'Asadd!!!!' She said and playfully pouted.
He got up and stretched out his hand to her. 'Come on, let's go eat. You can have the food you bought, but I'll eat what you made.'
She took his hand and pulled his cheeks. 'Why are you so sweet?'
'Did you just call me sweet? Ms Faruqui, I am not sweet'
'Yes you are Mr Akdu Ahmed Khan'
Asad could tell this was going to end up being another petty fight so before it could go any further he cut her off with a passionate kiss that caught her off guard, but she responded to it soon after. She snaked her arms around his neck as his hands tightened at her waist.
Yes she was messy, a bit crazy, okay no a lot crazy. And many other things but what could Asad do? He loved her more than his life. She changed his life and he loved her, just the way she was.
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The thought just crossed my mind and decided to write it down. AsYa is killing mee waw gotta love them! anyways hope this one was good and you enjoyed reading it.
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