An AsYa OS : UNTIL YOU (part 3 page 20) - Page 6

Part 2

She was comfortably settled in when she jumped up in horror and faceplamed herself "zoya tera kch nahi ho sakta", she murmured. They didn't know each other's name even. She held her hand forward and said, "hi I am Zoya Farooqi".

"Asad, Asad Ahmed Khan".

"Allah Miyah app ne tou bilkul james bond style mey kaha Asad Ahmed Khan, jaise kahin k shehnsha ho, kahin app ka connection Mughals se tou nahi hai, kh kh khan from the epiglottis.", she laughed and made fun of him like a kid.

"Do you mind some music, Mr khan" and without waiting for his reply her hand reached the fm, and tuned on randomly. The radio blared out an oldie, "chup chup khade ho zarur ko baat hai, pehli mulakat hai pehli mulakt hai", zoya giggled on its aptness to their situation, and Asad wriggled uncomfortably.

He tuned another station and a cricket commentary was on air.

"Allah Miyah, Cricket I so love cricket,oh gosh did I forget there was a match today!! But anyways I will catch up on repeat telecast, she sighed with relief. Bs Allah aaj Dhoni ki century banwa dena, please".

The radio signals were getting bad an they could hardly make out a thing, Asad turned it off.

"Oho yahan tou radio signals bhi nahi atey, these deficiencies remind me of New York again and again, acha Mr Khan if we cant listen to radio, can I ask you some questions?"

"would you refrain from asking if I said NO", Asad retorted back.

"app humesha itne hi akkdu rehte hain kya?" Zoya could always get back on him.

"ye hai app ka question, think again?" Asad was enjoying the sparring words

"No that wasn't a question, that is a fact I guess," she had hell of guts that she talked like this with him.

He was confused and angry with himself for putting up with this chatter box. He thought better to dodge the question and turn the questions towards her, "are you from New York??"

"yes, or else would you find someone like me here"

Yes she was a rare antique piece, "I wonder k kya wajah ho gi k app ko apne Nazook paon sar zameen-e-Hindustan mey rakhne pare", Asad remarked sarcastically.

"I understand where this is coming from, but anyways I came here on a mission"

"don't tell me CIA offered you a JOB"?

"areey CIA ko choriye, I came over to meet my best friend Forever, she was in a situation with a guy and there was love angle too, I came to her rescue", she said it all in a go.

"did you help your friend in having a runaway marriage?" his fingers pressed onto his temple and asked seriously.

"Bs aisa hi kch smjh lijye, it s long story but it was fun too"

Asad couldn't help get more irritated, this girl had no tameez and tehzeeb, and she had made a girl run away from home. Some things can simply be solved by confiding in the parents, but no people have to confide in such silly person with such crazy ideas, which makes everything all the more complicated. But he kept a straight face and looked ahead, making a note of ignoring her until her destination. So where was he supposed to drop her, he had no clue, ohh so he had to talk to her again. "App ne kahan jana hai", he asked

"Issi baat par k shair arz hai Mr Khan", she chirped away

"Kahan jana hai mujhe

Ye pucha hai ap ne

Kahan jana hai mujhe

Ye pucha hai app ne

As if you are a bus conductor". Shukriya shukriya!

He could only roll his eyes and clench the steering wheel tighter to stop ruffling through his hair and making a mess of it. He turned and gave her his trade mark glare of no nonsense gets through my skull.

"ok ok ! I understand app ko jokes pasand nahi, mujhe indore highway par hi drop kar dena I will get a taxi from there", she replied trying hard not to laugh on his face.

Asad put on his shades and concentrated on the road ahead, when another scream form zoya, brought his attention back to her, she was such an attention seeker.

"Allah Miyah!! What is wrong with this country, mobile k signal hi nahi arahe hain", she held her mobile out of the window and yes she got some signal, and that instant her mobile rang, she had a weird ringtone, Ishq waqt zaya karne ka tareeka hai, laikin humare pas karne k liye aur kch nahi, it ended in a annoying laugh".

Weird girl with a weird ringtone. He couldn't help but silent to her convo, because she couldn't talk quietly, he was sure her voice could be heard half a kilometer away.

Hey jiju! Salam alaikum.

M fine, appi kaisi hain?, I know she is worried about me.

Chalta phirta ZOO hai tou appi worried hi hongi, ya phir temporarily relieved, Asad smirked mentally.

"Uff India mey bht garmi hai, and upar se unscheduled power cuts. And yahan k log, iff such 17^th century wale thoughts, I was scared for a moment k Mughal e Azaam k jahpanah ki aatma was roaming around in broad daylights, sachi jeeju.

I am not murdering someone jeeju, ok ok I stop here.

Aneesha is good jeeju, she is very happy. They had a family reunion day before yesterday, everything is sorted out. Hello hello.

"Oh no the signals have again ran away with its girlfriend", she sighed.

Silence prevailed for a miraculous 10 minutes, could she really be that quiet, Asad couldn't resist peeking at her, and found her napping by resting her head by the door. She looked so peaceful, graceful and calm, innocent like a 5 year old kid. Nobody could tell that this peaceful person sleeping had a dual personality and a mouth which can burst like a volcano anytime. He shook his head and concentrated on driving. When he was shocked to his skin,

"Mr khan App mujhe check kar rahe the"?, zoya asked innocently.

"what !! no, I i was I …."

"you can do better Mr khan" she said and sat up straight.

"I was only thinking how you could shut your mouth while sleeping, but I was wrong you cant" he said with finality. She was one hell of a person who can get under his skin by just opening her mouth. She could send him to hell and back with her one liners, m I so obvious, Asad questioned himself mentally. He would be glad to be rid of her,. She was surly a pathaka, which had no place near his cold damp self.

to be conitnued.

ok ok no need to get a disprin, you can relieve your headache by throwing punches and chappals at me.. this was totallly bakwas, but yaar phir bhi sunday wale din mey post na karoon aisa ho sakta ai kya...😳😳

yes this will have another part..

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