'Oh shit!'| SS by Fizzi and Raina| Part5, Page13!

Hey everyone! Fizzi and I have decided to write this OS jointly. I LOVE this piece of hers and I am NOT going to let her discontinue it! 😆 So basically, I had this HUGE massive brainwave last night and I wrote the third part of this. Therefore, we're writing this jointly. And I'm admitting that my comic timing is SHIT when it comes to writing and Fizzi's is brilliant, so please do forgive me if my parts are shitty.

Chapter 1

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"Remind me once again, why are you here?" Zoya asked Ayaan who sat on her bed crisping her chips at 2 am in the night!

"What we do every night. Sit and talk, play Uno, crack jokes about my brother and his Tannu, skype your friends in New York and also cry together!" Ayaan shrugged and Zoya slipped next to him dejectedly.

"If your bhaijaan finds out that you're hanging out with me, he's gonna kill you first and then throttle me to death." Zoya said with a sigh.

"Why are we talking about this again? I thought we were over all this." Ayaan said.

"Yeah but-"

"Shut up! And today is Saturday night! We're supposed to watch The Big Bang Theory and then Skype Asher, right?"

"Yeah! But I'm not sure whether we can skype today. Your bhaijaan is wide awake reading a book and if he hears me talking to someone, he's gonna yell. And trust me when I say, I've had enough of that." Zoya made a face. She had stopped conversing with him totally after the kebab incident. It was useless she felt.

"How do you know he's reading a book? Oh yeah, I forgot you luurrrvvveee him!!" Ayaan laughed.

"Shut that gob of yours otherwise I'm gonna hit you somewhere really unpleasant!" Zoya glared at him.

"Fine! Sit! I've put the episode on loading. And till then, we shall skype Asher!"

"He's my best friend not yours! GOD!" Zoya rolled her eyes.

"Yeah but we're guys, and we're attracted to girls and he's a pro at such things and I need some tips."

Zoya just glared and Skyped' Asher, her best friend from New York. The video call was picked up almost instantly.

"Zoee! Meri jaan! Wazza?" Asher said from the other side.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Zoya said with a frown.

"Yeah Asher why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Ayaan repeated her statement while Zoya smacked him.

"Errmm..I was busy.." Asher flushed.

"Are you boinking another bimbo during our video conference, Asher? AGAIN?" Zoya screamed.

"Zoya ssshhh! Bhaijaan will be here!" Ayaan covered her mouth and Zoya reduced her volume.

"I'm a guy, I need to have sex! I'm not boring like you people!"

"You're calling us boring? Wait till you see Mr. Jammy!" Zoya and Ayaan high-fived each other.

"Mr. Jammy? Who is that, your pet dog?" Asher said while putting on a shirt. FINALLY.

"I wish he was." Zoya giggled.

"A dog your BFF fell in love with!" Ayaan blurted out to get a smack on his face.

"FELL IN LOVE?? Zoe? What's Ayaan saying?"

"Nothing! I don't love anybody. He's..he's bonkers!" Zoya flushed.

"JESUS CHRIST! You really have fallen for someone, haven't you? I'm coming there taking the next flight." Asher screamed.

"What? No..no! Ashu you don't have to come!" Zoya said. She knew he would see her hurt and take her away, maybe even punch Asad in his gut a couple of times. Because he's been protective of her since forever.

"Right! No my ass! See you in 48 hours Bestie!" And he disconnected the call and went offline.

"What'd you do that for?!" Zoya hit Ayaan with a pillow.

"What? I didn't say anything!"

"Really? You jerk!" She ran behind him as Ayaan ran all over the room. All had been forgotten about being calm and attracting Asad's attention.

Zoya saw Ayaan standing against the door of the bedroom, if she had a perfect aim, he'd get the pillow right in his face.

She set his face in an angle, perfect for aim and threw the pillow. But as always, her luck failed this time too. A little too badly this time. As Ayaan gladly dodged the shot, the door of her room flung open and the pillow had hit someone else's face. As Zoya covered her mouth with her hands and let her eyes go wide with surprise, Asad Ahmed Khan stood there with the angriest glare she had ever received from him.

His gaze slowly fell on Ayaan and the condition of the room. Only this time the dirty bedspread, the potato chips and open laptop did not hold his attention for too long. It was a particular someone who held his attention. Ayaan Ahmed Khan was his name.

Oh so these parts I have read where's the new one ? but I m really excited yes don't discontinue plzzz n I noe u both r awesome writers I'm super duper excited 4r the 3 part😃

Chapter 2 - Fizzi

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The dinning table was unusually calm. And today there was an additional member to the dinning table. Ayaan Ahmed Khan. Zoya sat with a hand tucked under her cheek and the other holding the fork which was now murdering an innocent piece of fruit.

Ayaan looked at Asad who was sipping his black coffee simultaneously reading the newspaper with a serious face. Last night was weird. As soon as Asad had caught him in Zoya's room, Asad had held his hand and taken him to his room, telling him to sleep here for the night. No questions about Zoya or him.

Ayaan had called home and informed his parents that his friend had met with an accident and he needed to be with him. His parents actually bought that. Haah! He thought.

"Jammy, why aren't you eating anything?" Tanveer nudged Asad.

"Tannu I'm not hungry. You please help yourself." Asad replied politely.

Zoya and Ayaan looked at each other and instantly burst out laughing. And laughing like maniacs I should add. Asad, Najma, Dilshad and Tanveer looked at them bewildered as their laughter didn't seem to stop. Najma noticed from the corner of her eyes that Asad was loosing his temper so she told Zoya to stop softly.

"What's all this non sense going on on the dinning table? Ayaan, behave yourself!" Asad said.

"But bhaijaan..Jammy!!!" And they were back to laughing again.

"AYAAN!" Asad's voiced boomed as Zoya stopped laughing and looked at Asad with a disgusting look. Asshole.

Ayaan just looked down and continued eating. Zoya looked at Ayaan and giggled. If Asad Ahmed Khan thought he could stop them from making fun of his pet name, he was so damn wrong.

Just then Zoya's phone buzzed. She excused herself and went to a corner to talk to the caller.

"Hello? YOUUU!" She screamed, attracting everyone's attention.

Ayaan probably figured who it was so he went up to her and took the phone from her. Right he was. Asher was calling to say that he would be there by the late in the night.

Asad looked at Zoya and Ayaan who seemed too lost in a conversation on Zoya's phone. His curious brain wanted to go up there and ask them who it was. Already the thought of Ayaan and Zoya alone in a room was hovering in his mind. He was too embarrassed to ask his brother because they'd never shared such things with each other and asking Zoya was out of question. She didn't even look at his damn face anymore!

"Jammy please eat, I can't let you go for work without-"

"Damn it Tanveer! I said I don't want to eat. Is it that difficult to process?" Asad blasted Tanveer and walked out of the house, grabbing his laptop and coat. Zoya looked at him weirdly, I hate him even more now. Jerk.

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"Ssshhh! Don't make any noise! You'll wake everyone up!" Zoya shouted at a very casual Asher.

"I'm f**kin tired alright?" He said while stifling a yawn.

"DON'T USE THAT WORD HERE!" Zoya said softly yet with a tight voice though.

She looked at the clock, it was 3 am. She brought Asher to her room and shut the door softly. She turned around to look at him and he did precisely at that moment. Their eyes met and after that there was only one thing that Zoya did. She threw herself in his arms while he clutched her closer.

"You're not going to cry now are you?" Zoya pulled back and threw him a glare.

"For you? Never!"

"Aah! I have missed you. So damn much!" He pulled her in for a hug again.

"Me too Ashu! I needed you so much when-"

"When?" Asher pulled back.

"Umm nothing! Forget it!"

"No! We're not leaving anything aside. Who was that? Yeah..Mr. Jammy! What the hell have you been doing? Instead of looking for your father you're fooling around?"

"Ashu it's..it's not what it looks like! Just get some rest. I'll introduce you to everyone tomorrow morning and then you can leave."

"Yeah I'm not staying with some stupid orthodox family here. I'm outta here first thing tomorrow!"

"Okay fine you over sized pig!"

"Over sized? Zoe, do you even have the faintest clue of how much is hidden beneath all this clothing? Like every girl I've been with says that I rock their world!"

"I did not need that piece of information about my best friend who kissed me one day during high school."

"I liked you back then! And you know those teenage hormones just made me throw myself at you! And wasn't this over? How many times do you have to bring it up?"

Zoya laughed and sat on the bed. "Go to sleep Ashu! Good night!"

Asher just removed his shirt and threw it on the couch. He collapsed next to Zoya on the bed and put an arm around her.

"I missed our crazy hang outs!" Zoya muttered suddenly, feeling his arm around her.

"Me too! I was psyched out with those weirdo's I'd been sleeping with!" Asher joked.

Finally they slept that night. Zoya felt so relieved that her bestie was here now. She saw his arm around her and wondered, if anyone saw them now they would definitely think that they were more than friends. And they were, for Asher. He thought she couldn't see it in his eyes. He loved her. So much. She could see right through him.

The second he had heard about Asad, he had taken the first flight to set the man right. Obviously he loved her! They'd connected on so many levels! They went to college together and also worked at the same place until Zoya decided to take the year off to look for her father in India. She remembered how he had cried like a baby a night before she left New York. He was a baby. Her baby.

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"Phuphi, this is Asher. He's my best friend from New York! He came here a while back." Zoya lied. Of course she couldn't tell them the truth! That he'd stayed with her in her bedroom the whole night! Well almost.

"Salam." Asher greeted Dilshad and Najma.

"Salam." They all replied gleefully as Asad entered the living room.

"Asad! Come here! This is Asher, he's Zoya's best friend from New York!"

Asad glanced the man from head to toe. He looked like Popeye! He even wore a Popeye shirt! All that was missing was a cap and a cigar, hopefully he wouldn't get to see that. His gaze fell on Zoya, she was holding his hand and had the brightest smile ever. She looked gorgeous. He had missed that smile on her face and that bubbly attitude of hers.

"Salam. I'm Asad Ahmed Khan."

"I'm Asher." Asher shook hands with Asad. He looks like an ogre! Asher thought.

"You're welcome to stay where Asher. As long as you want." Dilshad made a polite offer and suddenly Asad tensed up. If this man stayed here, he'd have to see more of the bonding and more of the close moments. NO! He couldn't!

"No aunty. I'm staying at a hotel. That's absolutely convenient for me."

"But-"

"Jammy I-" Tanveer entered the premises. And with that one word, Asher's ears stood up. So this ogre was Jammy! The guy his Zoe had fallen in love with! That f**kface!

"Just a second Tanveer, you were saying something Asher." Asad said.

"Yeah! I was saying that I'd be glad to live with you guys! And like aunty said, for as long as I want!"

Zoya stared at him wide eyed and Asad's face drained it's colour. Oh Mr. Jammy! I'm gonna make you pay for all the hurt you've put my Zoe through! Asher thought in his mind.

*SQUEALS*

Trust me to scroll down at super sonic speed to find the third part only to see ... Nothing! Lol! Waiting eagerly for the next installment! Update soon!

Bwahahahahahahaha! xD

gosh, i love it! seriously madly love it!

im laughing here seeing how ashu reacts to d jammy part n so does ayaan...lol

love it


its full of masti

Yaar, at least let me finish posting the parts! 😆 Thanks for the brilliant response already guys!

Here's part 3, which is by me and obviously the writing is shitty, and different, but laugh just the same because I really tried to make this part funny.

Chapter 3

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Dinner at the Khan residence was a quiet affair. After the introductions had been made in the morning, Asher hadn't wasted a single minute and had shifted his belongings into the second guest room before Asad could protest. Meanwhile, Zoya had made a very excited phone call to Ayaan, calling him over immediately. What had followed, was nothing short of chaotic. Asher and Ayaan had greeted each other very boisterously, slapping each others' backs and doing all sorts of high-fives. Zoya had rolled her eyes at such antics and had separated the two before Mr. Khan erupted like a volcano and yelled at them for making such a racket in his house.

Asad, not surprisingly, hadn't gone to the office that day, deciding to work from home. As the day rolled on, Ayaan had filled Asher in on the workings of the two households, Zoya being a mere spectator, adding the appropriate comments where necessary. Honestly, it seemed as though Asher and Ayaan had a blooming bromance! Zoya giggled at the thought, causing the two men in front of her to raise eyebrows, but all was forgotten when Najma came to call them for dinner.

Everything was going smoothly, until Tanveer decided to make her presence felt. She'd noticed the new guest in the house, and how protective he was of Zoya. He was handsome, no doubt, but he wasn't a riche-rich. Or was he? She decided to at least make an impression and immediately opened her sentence with 'Jammy?'

Asad rolled his eyes heavenwards and braced himself for the ruckus that was going to follow after that one single word. However, no one could have prepared him for the extent of the chaos.

Ayaan and Zoya tried to hold back their laughter, failing miserably and Asher smirked, deciding to start his 'Mission make Asad 'Ogre-Jammy' Ahmed Khan miserable'.

'Oh no, in New York, we change into our jammies (pyjamas/nightdress) after dinner.'

Zoya erupted into giggles but held them back, disguising her laughter as a cough, and looked across at Asher, who was hiding his smirk behind his confused faade.

Tanveer fumed and tried again, 'Jammy..I wanted-'

Before she could even complete her sentence and Asad could respond, Asher slapped his forehead and his face held a look that said 'Oh, I get it'

'Oh you want jam? Is that an Indian tradition? Eating jam with parathas? Zoe! Why haven't you told me about it? I embarrassed the poor girl!'

As soon as Ayaan and Zoya burst out laughing, it became evident to the rest of the occupants at the table that Asher was merely pulling Tanveer's -and indirectly Asad's - leg. Dilshad, Najma too, joined in the laughter and if cartoons were anything to go by, Asad's ears looked ready to blow out steam, for they'd turned supremely red.

'Jammy? Are you okay?'

Asad'd had enough. He was losing control of his anger by the minute and if his past had taught him anything, it was that impulsive reactions weren't the best when anger came into play.

'Okay, can anyone tell me what this 'Jammy' business is?' Asher was having too much fun with this, as he saw that ogre's face turning various shades of red and purple.

Ayaan, between his loud guffaws, managed to jerk his thumb in Asad's direction, bursting out in laughter all over again.

'OH!!!! So YOU are Jammy! Kinky huh? But man, I feel for you!' Asher grinned at Asad, shaking his head.

Zoya kicked Asher under the table, asking him to leave Mr. Khan alone. Poor guy was already going 15 different shades of purple! As if on cue, Asad stood up, all set to leave the table; without finishing his dinner. What had irked him the most was Zoya's full blown laughter. 'Why did she have to laugh at his jokes? This is so incredibly foolish and immature! I won't have this any longer. She's never laughed at anything that I've said before. Oh wait, I haven't made her laugh, ever. At least, not on purpose. I've only managed to hurt her.' This thought left Asad miserable and angry and boy, that wasn't a good combination at all!!

'Asad. Finish your dinner and then leave please?' Dilshad said softly to her son, realising that the joke had gone a bit too far.

'Nahin Ammi. I'm not hungry anymore.' Asad's voice was stern and full of loathing for the new guest in his house.

'Asad Ahmed Khan. You WILL sit down and you WILL eat your dinner and THEN only will you leave this table. Is that understood?' Dilshad's stern voice and the usage of his full name made him sit back down at the table meekly.

'Jee Ammi.'

While all the occupants of the table quietly resumed their dinner - with Zoya , Ayaan and Najma breaking out into little giggles every now and then ' Asher smirked inwardly and looked at Asad's thunderous face.

"'Mr. Ogre, this is just the beginning. You're going to regret every single action of yours regarding Zoe. I promise you that."

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Ta-da!

-Raina

OMG this is the first tym that im the first one to comment on any OS or n SS wohooo 😆 ok so first sorry raina (btw i love ur name its also my sis name 😊) i noe that lil note upar was 4r me im sorry if i hurt u 😭ok so i just LUVEEEDDD IT u both r amazing man lyk u write sooo well do pm me the next part 😃 i just loved that jammy wala part it was so funny 🤣 n asher man i love him 😳 (Ok not more than asad 😆) but still that guy is sooo adorable 😳