Guys, I was kinda out of touch for the past few days. I went for a family trip and managed to miss one of the most eventful QH weeks ever. Anyway, now I am back and still catching up with the old epis on YT. The one development that has pleased me to no end is the new-found bond between AsYa. The love is now visible in Asad's eyes too, just like it was evident in Zoya's eyes a few weeks ago. This has prompted me to write my first story on any Television Jodi ever.
'One day in AsYa lives' is not exactly a story. Just some random incidents in AsYa lives, which I would love to see as an AsYa fan. There is not much character development or layered storyline as such, just my imaginations running wild and giving me sleepless nights. I had to let it out, now it's you guys turn to bear it.
I have immense love and respect for all the FF/OS writers in this forum. I would love to have your feedbacks on this one.
One day in AsYa Lives:
Part-1: Balam pichkari/ Jo tune aisi mari/ toh sabun, surf excel bhi/ Fail ho gayi
Zoya opened her eyes slowly and looked in the mirror. She let out a muffled scream in utter horror. Her face looked like a cross between red monkey and purple jellyfish. For the past 15 minutes, she is trying to rub the holi colours off her face and the only improvement she has managed is to look like a zombie from the old 'pyaasi atma' type movies.
"Wah Zoya! Kya lag rahi hain! Issi baat pe ek sher arz hai…
Na sabun kaam aye, na face-wash, mujhe mara aise paint se…
Na sabun kaam aye, na face-wash, mujhe mara aise paint se…
Lagta hai muh ab dhoni padegi…. koi achche detergent se…
"Arre wah, I am a genious!" suddenly she exclaimed. The solution was right in front of her eyes. She just said it herself. Her eyes searched for the desired object and soon found it…there it was, at the corner of the rack! (background music: Mil gayee)
Three packets of washing powders awaited her: Surf Excel, Tide & Vanish.
The Surf excel packet said "Daag achche hai (stains are good)". 'Nah, not my type", Zoya brushed it aside. Tide seemed like for white cloths only. "Nehi baba, what if my face turns white!" Zoya put the packet down too. Finally she zeroed it on 'Vanish'. "Jaisa naam, waisa kaam", she murmured gleefully.
She took a handful of the detergent, placed her hand under the running water and closed her eyes.
"Sochna bhi mat! Detergent se daag jaate hai, rang toh aur pakki ho jayegi, Miss Farooqui!", a voice said from behind.
"Baat to sahi hai." Zoya stopped…"but, yeh kaun bola?" she turned round to find (Oh, No!) her Jahanpana standing at the door, clad in a pristine white Kurta. Surprise, surprise! His face looked almost clean, no trace of colour on it…only the left side of his face looked a bit reddish.
"Mr. Khan, what are you doing here?" Zoya desperately tried to hide her face. "Kisi Ladki ke bathroom mein ghusne se pehle apko knock karni chahiye thi! Hamesha aap hi toh lecture dete rehte hai aur khud hi bhul gaye", she was even more annoyed to see him smiling at her angry words.
"Miss Farooqui, mujhe pata tha ke aap kuch na kuch gadbad toh zaroor karengi. That's why I have brought this. I knew that you have probably never played Holi in your life, given that you are a total stranger to our Indian culture", Asad said coolly, showing her a small bottle.
"Mr. Khan, you are so mean! Aap ko pata hai bachpan mein main holi khelti thi, "Little Angels" home ke sare bachcho ke sath. NY mein bhi apne doston ke sath milke Holi parties mein jati thi...but I must say jo baat yahan ke rangon mein hai, woh shayad kahin nehi hai." Zoya almost smiled.
"Little Angels Home?", Asad looked at her questioningly.
"My childhood address…the orphanage where I used to stay before Zeenat appi took me home", a shadow of sorrow passed across Zoya's face momentarily, but her dimpled smile returned as soon as her appi's name came to her lips.
Asad said nothing. He was looking intently at Zoya's face with an unreadable expression. Zoya suddenly felt self-conscious in front of his gaze. She turned to face the mirror again.
"Zo…Miss Farooqui, apply this on your face. The colours will come off. Trust me it works better than 'Vanish'." Asad put a bottle of Baby oil on the slab.
"Mr. Khan! What's wrong with you? Can't you see my hands are stained with colour? Can you please tell Najma to come here for five minutes to help me with this?", Zoya pleaded.
"Najma is taking a shower, Ammi is in the kitchen…and Tannu is busy with her embroidery works", stated Asad.
"So…?" Zoya sounded flustered.
"So, I guess that leaves…me." Asad looked away from Zoya's shocked expression; a hint of smile played on his lips.
"What! Mr. Khan, yeh aap kya keh rahe hain?" Zoya couldn't believe her ears.
"Miss Farooqui, you have two options. Either you shut up and let's get over with this, or you do it yourself and ruin your looks, just like you have managed to destroy almost the rest of my house with your fixing skills." Asad chided.
Without letting her speak further, Asad peeped outside to make sure that nobody's coming, closed the washroom door and approached Zoya. Zoya stood motionless facing the mirror, her mind trying to grasp the fact of what's going to happen. Her hand clasped the edge of the sink for support as she heard his approaching footsteps behind her. She closed her eyes, as if afraid to show her true feelings for him.
Asad stood behind Zoya. He slowly turned her to face him. He saw her eyes closed, her body slightly stiff with apprehension. That small hint of wicked smile again came to his lips. His eyes were twinkling with hidden amusement.
"Good, Miss Farooqui. Now keep your eyes closed till I tell you to open them". Asad poured the oil in his hand, rubbed both hands slightly and slowly touched Zoya's cheeks. Zoya shuddered a little inside, but Asad could feel it. He pressed his hands a little harder and continued applying the oil all over her face. His hands were softly touching the forehead, her chin, rim of her jaw-line, her nose and finally his fingers brushed her lips. This time, she visibly trembled but kept her eyes tightly shut.
"Stand still, will you, Miss Farooqui?" Asad scolded her mildly.
If she could see her Jahapana's reactions, she would have blushed a shade deeper than the red gulal itself. Asad was looking at her adorable face with so much affection…he could see every bit of her body tensing in his presence, her breathing has automatically become heavier, she was biting her lower lip unknowingly. Suddenly, Asad had this insane urge to touch those lips, to feel the touch of them against his own lips, to hold her firmly against his body and never let her go.
Suddenly, he became aware of his own thoughts and mentally scolded himself. What the hell was he thinking! Off late, he has been having these weird dreams of her being with him, and now this! "Ufff…this girl will drive me crazy one day", he thought.
"Mr. Khan…Mr. Khan, can I open my eyes, please?" Zoya almost whispered.
"Just a second, Miss Farooqui. Hold on." Asad washed his hands and wiped them. Then he took out his Blackberry out of his kurta pocket. The naughty smile was back on his face again.
Zoya could here the click of the phone camera and her eyes flung open in horror.
"Nooo, Nooo. Mr. Khan! You took my picture! Like this! Nooo wayyy. Delete it right now. Otherwise.." Zoya screamed her head off, momentarily forgetting that she and her Jahanpana was currently locked in her washroom and this was supposed to be a secret.
"Ssshhh, Miss.Farooqui! Just shut your mouth or else this pic is going to be my desktop background from now on", Asad threatened her in a low voice…"and if someone comes and sees us like this…", he didn't complete his sentence.
Zoya tried to take the phone away from his hands but Asad was too quick for her. He swiftly moved backwards and away from her reach.
"Ahhaan, not so fast, Miss Farooqui. Now wash your face and off course, you can thank me later for helping you out so much", with these words, Asad was out of the room.
Zoya stood there for some more minutes, mentally rewinding the entire incident. Her mind was kinda numb.Finally, she let out a soft sigh and splashed water on her face. When she looked into the mirror again, most of the colours were gone.
"Allah miyaan, am I going to be Mr.Khan's desktop background?" She murmured softly.
Guys, I know it may feel a little flat, since this is my first attempt. But all kind of feed backs are welcome.🤗
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