I Just Called To Say... - chapter 3 - pg 10 - Page 4

Chapter 2- not you again!

I know I'm getting married tomorrow morning and I should catch up on some beauty sleep. But it seems like I have suddenly grown insomniac and sleeps seems to be miles away. I don't know whether it is the excitement for tomorrow or the nervousness I am feeling about starting a new chapter in my life but there is something which is stopping me from sleeping something which is very important and something I am unable figure out. And I won't be able to sleep peacefully without knowing what it is and I will know about it no matter what. Now I know what she will say when she will look at me tomorrow after we get married she will say "Allah miya! Asad what is wrong with you? Did you look at yourself in the mirror? Do you know that our marriage is taking place today" and she will go on ranting about how miserable I look with the dark circles and will start getting all worked up, but then will end up telling me that, how I look doesn't matter as she loves me for the person that I am not because of how I look. The person that I am today! Well I am what am today because of her, her love. She is the one who taught me how to look at life, how to smile and how to respect others views. No wonder I ended up falling in love with her. I mean everything about her is perfect the way she takes care of everyone around her, the way she smiles, her big dark brown eyes in which one could drown and, my thought process was rudely interrupted by the vibration of my phone. Who the hell is it calling me now? Well it is the never ending and disturbing calls from those strangers who I will never know or meet, it's another call from someone who has got the number wrong. As cut the call and checked the time I was reminded about our second meeting which also dint go quite well if I recollect it well.

-Flashback-

9^th March, XXX

Some people might call me overprotective and some conservative. Well I don't say they are completely wrong but they are nobody to judge me by my actions and what others think about me is something which I am not concerned about. So the point I am trying to make here is I don't care if people think that I can let Najma go all alone to a mall to watch a movie with her friends and she would still be safe. I know I should have some trust and stop being a momist but there is a certain section of the population in our country that cannot be trusted and it is them that I don't believe in and protecting my baby sister from all kinds of evils is one of my prime duties. So that is how I ended up in being one of the famous malls of Mumbai, it being a Saturday Najma and a few of her friends wanted to go for a movie so I came to drop Najma here. And at the same time thought of taking something for Aliza as she seems to be quite upset since the valentines' incident has occurred, that could be counted as the most embarrassing moment or day of my life so far and the guts of the girl to actually pull a stunt like that. Thinking about it just makes my blood boil and if I were meet that girl again god alone save her from my wrath, well let's just not talk about that now, so coming back, Aliza was also as embarrassed as I was, you see there is a certain limit till which one can put up with and I certainly have crossed it. Now I have to make it up and the best solution I could come up with for that was to get her something. I thought it would be wise for me to go grab a coffee before having a brainstorming session. But who knew it was the right opposite. As I entered the food court and was making my way to grab a coffee I thought I'll call Aliza and know what exactly she wants as it was better than getting her something she would end up not liking. So as I was heading towards the coffee place while I was talking on the phone "BANG" I collided into someone who was not exactly the right person to have in front of my eyes at the moment. And the collision was pretty hard that both of us ended up falling on the ground, well me on the ground and she on top of me but the point is all this commotion has made me drop my blackberry which ultimately ended up breaking.

all this was noticed by me a while later as at that moment I was lost in the fragrance of what smelt like the world's best perfume and as I shifted my gaze from the ceiling of the mall to the person on top of me I was shocked she was not exactly the right person to meet at the moment. In my mind I have already gone through this conversation have thought of millions of things that I would say if fate ever made us meet again, I guess I shouldn't have tempted fate so much and now as she was struggling to get up and was right in front of my eyes all I could do was to stare at her face and get mesmerised by the speed at which the emotions were changing. Well I could have stayed like that staring at her face forever but there was something cold on my shirt which disturbed my chain of thoughts and it was getting more irritating with each passing minute. So I had to get up reluctantly to check what it was and as I successfully got up I held my hand out for helping her, but again as they say expect the unexpected that has never been truer than in my situation. She got up with such force and turned around that it made her loose her balance again which ultimately led me to hold her in mid-air before she could hit the ground. Only to be lost in those big dark brown eyes again and without even realising there I was again lost in the depths of her eyes again and after what seemed like eternity we both came back to our senses and straightened ourselves. As in all this commotion I forgot about the cold irritating thing it what she said next that brought this into my notice.
Z: allah miya! Aap ! Mr. akkudu something khan (pause) oh Sh*t
A: (through gritted teeth) excuse me and its Asad Ahmed Khan for your information
Z: I am so sorr! Actually no mujhe nahi balki aap ko mujhe sorry khena chaiye
A: Kya main sorry, hello miss after what you did the last time you should be apologising instead of giving orders like that

Z: oh really what about the things you did, firstly you show so much attitude and then you make me trip and fall and lastly make me drop my ice cream on you shirt.

A: what the hell! You dropped your ice cream on me and you're expecting a sorry from me instead of apologising

Z: oh really! Now I should apologize, why? Because I dropped my ice cream on you

A: exactly I think you have some basic manners.
Z: look who's talking about manners a person who won't even say sorry even if it's his mistake, and for your kind information I had no intentions of dropping my yummy ice cream on you it was because of you that I tripped and fell and ended up dropping my delicious ice cream so it all your fault

A: and let me make it clear that you were not the only one who tripped even I tripped and that too because of your careless attitude, I mean this is not your garden that you'll roam around as you wish

Z: oh please it was you who was speaking on the phone and walking around as if you own the place and look I don't have time for all this non sense so please now just apologise and leave

A: excuse me who are you to tell me to leave and for your kind information yes I own this place, I am one of the shareholders of the company that built this mall
Z: well good for you then it can just feed your huge ego and as far as the ice cream is considered you totally deserve it for being such a snorty person.

And without another word she left from there and I was dumb struck yet again with the courage this women had, I mean no one has ever dared to even raise their voice in front of me and here is this girl whom I hardly know having the guts to actually drop and ice cream on my shirt, ask me to apologise, fight with me for not doing so and in the end call me a snorty person. And I simply did not know how to react to that cause well I was just not used to it and all I could do at the moment is pray to the almighty that we never meet again, but who knew that soon we would have to learn to bear seeing each other everyday .

- Flashback Ends '

That was a weird second meeting and the various reactions I got from different people upon seeing the shirt. But what no one knew is the fact that I still have that shirt with the brown stain on it. I kept it as a souvenir to remind me of her I somehow by then was enjoying these chance encounters and the bickering that followed them, but who knew that it was love. As all these thoughts were occupying my brain I heard a knock on the door, and turns out to be Najma. And the first words that escaped her mouth were
N: Bhai jaan, Ammi '

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so guys heres the second part i know it was kind of lame but i couldn't come up with anything better
u see i am having my exams so by brain is already half dead and even if it wasn't i might not come up with anything better so pls
jootha, chappal aur ande jo bhi phenkana hai pls throw bas no tamatar aa allergy hai usse :P

love,

Niharika