"Ammi mey kisi larki se milne nahi jaa raha hoon". Asad was adamant about not marrying and committing to a girl or change his life to accommodate her. He was already married and truly committed to his work.
"Asad tm kab tk shadi se bhago ge" dilshad was in no mood to relent into Asad's stubbornness this time "at least ek baar mil lo uss larki se, jaan lo pehchan lo, phir dekhte hain shadi tak baat barhti hai ya nahi"
"Nahi ammi app samjh nahi rahein"
"Acha tou tm itne bare ho gaye ho k mujhe smjaho gey k kya smjhna hai aur kya nahi", dilshad was not backing out even for a second.
"aisi baat nahi hai ammi", he held her hand and made her sit on the sofa and knelt in front of her.
"I am sorry ammi, mera app ko hurt karne ka koi irada nahi tha", he said in a calm voice.
"tou tm larki se milo gey", dilshad said smiling coyly.
"Allah !!" Asad face palmed and said "app mujhe kehti hain 'impossible' but shayad uss waqt app bhool jati hain k mey app ka hi beta hoon" and smiled his rare millionaire dollar smile.
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It was better to use the Holi holiday a bit constructively and for once and all finish the chapter of seeing the prospective girl for marriage. He set out for Indore, in his Land Cruiser. He made dilshad promise that she was not to inform the girl about his arrival; he wanted to meet her in her natural element, not in some set up sati savitri mode.
Half way he decided to get some fresh air, and jumped out into the open free road, with his arms spread open. He saw a dhaba nearby and walked the distance to get himself a cup of tea, he needed to devise a careful plan o 'how to reject the girl', he hadn't bothered to know her name too, well that was silly, what was he to call her, "arrey sunti ho" !! what the heck.. should he call ammi and get some real info or just reject her as he had conveniently planned, he wondered.
He was returning with his cup of tea when he saw a girl surrounded by some young guys, they were eve teasers. They were all stoned and were harassing the girl, so it was time to intervene and save the girl. He got up folded his sleeves a bit and held the guy's hand that was smearing color on the girls face. Presence of Asad was enough for the guys to run for cover, as his vice like grip was making the guy scream in agony The girl was trying to defend herself with a pepper spray and sprayed at the exact moment Asad came in front of her, he closed his eyes and groaned.
Adonis, the tall handsome, well built version of Mills n Boons stood in front of her, with his eyes closed. She gasped in horror as she had sprayed pepper in the eyes of her savior; Zoya face palmed herself "kya yaar dhoni, mujhe se kch nahi honi".
She bought a bottle of water and helped him wash his eyes, he bent over and took water in his cupped hands and washed off his face, she couldn't help but stare at him, droplet of water in his hair and shirt made him look very filmy, the set wet advt type guy, she was lost looking at him. But her gazing fantasy broke the moment his chocolate brown orbs burned into her, he was angry.
He couldn't exactly make out how she looked, but she was wearing a jeans and a top, with a slung over shoulder bag. This dress and out alone on holi was enough for Asad to boil her alive. "Are you blind or intentionally with those stoned guys?", he shot his questions at her.
She was confused, he is angry for what, I sprayed at him or because I am wearing jeans, " I don't know who they were, I lost my way and why are you so hypered up"?
"ek tou app aise kapre pehn kar bahir akele ghoom rahi hain and jab koi app ki madad karne ata hai tou app ussko hi apna target bana deti hain", ye seekha hai kya app ne.
"dekhiye Mr tall and whatever, its none of you business mey ne kya seekha hai n kya nahi, app par galti se spray ho gaya tha, and whats wrong with wearing a jeans", Zoya replied.
"aise kapre humari tehzeeb k hissa nahi hain, ye west k tor tareeke yahan nahi chalte", Asad was lecturing her about tehzeeb.
"oh really!!! App ko kis ne keh dia k jeans pehna buri baat hai, app apne 17th century k khayalat apne paas hi rakhein. Nobody gives a damn about them", she was furious how dare he downgrade her for her choice of clothes.
"jeans pehni tu agai appko self defense k spelling tak tou pata nahi app ko, agar itna hi shauq hai eye candy ban kar ghoomne ka tou self defense bhi seekh lein thora bahut", he could go on n on. He couldn't believe he was having an argument over tehzeeb and self defense with a complete stranger in middle of nowhere.
"mujhe karate ate hain and waise bhi mere pas pepper spray hai" she said.
" haan haan I know app k pas pepper spray hai, and it works exactly fine, because my vision is crystal clear now, he replied sarcastically.
His eyes were red, she hadn't noticed that while fighting, he was so picture perfect till he hadn't opened his mouth which revealed an 17th century antique piece roaming around in body of a hot macho modern man.
" I am sorry" she said lowering her head a bit.
He was amazed, she hadn't backed for a second while he was fuming over her and now she apologized for her mistake and she looked like a lost puppy, actually it was her eyes that held him captive about the apology.
She looked at him confused and he touched her face with a finger, she pushed him away a bit . He held up his hand and showed the color which covered her face and said "you look like a cartoon, right out from the Adam's Family, Well you can say thank you later too".
He poured water from the bottle and she bent over to cup her hands and wash her face, she splashed the water over her hair and face, color washed off and a clear dazzling enchanting face emerged, he was lost looking at her splashing the water. Water trickled down her neck into her shirt, her neckline hovered a bit too much because of bending over, he looked away.
She looked at him turned away from her and she realized the reason, she tucked closed her button to the neck and was secretly glad that this person, whoever he was, a male chauvinist or a traditional buffoon, was not a pervert at least.
He left her standing there and went over to his car and revered it up n alive. Zoya stood there with a bit of crack in her huge ego that this man left her standing there all alone without any proper good bye or whatever.
He was just about to hit the accelerator when he realized that this girl was lost and might need help too, so his stopped his car in front of her and buttoned the window down, asking her if she needed lift.
She looked left and right, and poked to herself and questioned, "are you talking to me so civil?"
"look who is talking about being civil", he barked back and mentally punched himself for asking her.
She opened the door and helped herself with the seat belt and he looked at her jaw hanging a meter down.
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