OS: A peek inside the mind of Asad Ahmed Khan

Asad's POV

My room, away from Ms. Farouqi and my family who is starting to become just as crazy as her. Engagement'they want to have a real engagement ceremony. Why did I say that Zoya and I are getting engaged? How is that even possible, I promised myself that I would never get married to a girl like her, she is batameez, tehzeeb naam ki koi chees to usme hai hi nahi and she is'she is'

"BEAUTIFUL" said a mini Asad, appearing out of nowhere, dressed in white on his right shoulder.

"Doesn't mean he should love her" said another mini Asad, in black on his left shoulder.

"He does love her! Zoya and Asad sitting in a tree, K-I-S '"

"Finish that though and I will hurt you, he cannot love her, she is 'misfit' remember! Did you not get the memo dude?"

"But he does, he loooves her and he want to hold herrr, and kisss her"

"Allah Mia, tum dono chup ho sakte ho?!" yelled Asad getting up from his bed. Great now I am going crazy, there are'things'on my shoulder and I just said Allah Mia, I am going to end up in a mental hospital because of Zoya, that crazy girl is going to make me crazy too.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" said mini me, from inside me this time.

Of course, it would be. I would be like her, she has no limits, she sticks her nose into everyone's business.

"Maybe because she is caring, she has a heart of gold. She can't see anyone in pain. Is that such a bad thing? Isn't that one of the reasons you love her?"

I'I don't know. Do I love her? All I know is that I feel'different when I am around her. She infuriates me but I love fighting with her, her shayari is'masha allah but I don't mind listening to it. She always gets in some sort of trouble and her antics are going to kill me one day. She is a magnet for trouble, at the train station, getting kidnapped to get married (even though that was my fault) and in Mangalpur'My heart clenches just thinking about it, if something had happened to her, I would have'I'

But that doesn't mean I love her'does it? She is obviously beautiful, and her smile'it lights up the whole room, and her killer dimples. Her laugh is mesmerizing, the way she throws her head back and laughs, truly laughs, makes me smile. And when she wears red-

Knock Knock.

Someone's at the door, probably Zoya coming to tell me some horrible shayari. I sighed and got up opening the door; to my surprise it wasn't her.

"Ami?"

"Coffee." She said holding up the black cup, which was completely spotless. Perfect.

"Thank you." I said as I walked back to sit on the bed while she sat beside me in silence. I knew she was here for a reason, but I sat quietly instead, waiting for her to say something.

"Asad, toh tum Zoya ko pasand karte ho?" She said taking a sip of her coffee, smiling.

"NAHI, ami, woh, mujhe laga ki woh jaana nahi chahti isliye'" She thinks I like her, I can't like her.

"Matlab, tum nahi chahate ki woh yaha sai jay."

"Meine aisa kab kaha?"

"Tumne nahi kaha, par mujhe pata hai ki, tum yeh sagai ka natak kabhi naa karte agar tumko woh achi naa lagti." She said smirking.

"Ami, I don't love her." I said.

"Maine kab kaha ki tum usse pyaar karte ho?" She said smirking at me.

Shit, I shouldn't have said that. Now she's going to think I love her.

"Ami'mein usse pyaar nahi kar sakta'woh theek nahi hai, is ghar ke liye, mere liye'"

"Toh is ghar ke liye, or tumhare liye kya theek hai Asad?" she asked.

"I'I'"

"Tum usse isliye pyaar karna nahi chahte ki who alag hai? Woh independent hai? Hamesha saach bolti hai? Tumhari baat nahi manti hai?"

"That just it ami, woh kabhi nahi sochti ki uske vajai se sab ko kya hota hai, she is'just...ugh"

"Perfect for you?" she said as I sat there stunned. "Tumhe aisi hi ladki chaahiye Asad, joh tumhe challenge kare, tumhari ego ko control kare" She laughed. "Maine tumse pehle bhi kaha tha Asad, pyaar dil ki sunta hai, dimaag ki nahi, aur tumhara dil tumhe bata raha ki tum usse pyaar karte ho'aur tum nahi chahte ki woh yaha se jaaye, par Asad, usko yeh saab nahi pata."

"Kya saab ami? Aap aisi hi - "

"Asad, mujse jhoot mat bolo. Woh bechari ' "

"Ami, woh bechari nahi hai!" She is the last person on the Earth who I would call a bechari!

"Asad!" she said giving me a reprimanding look. "Zoya bas yehi chahti hai ki tum usse kaho ki tum nahi chahte ki woh jaaye. Har baat peh woh tumhe poochti hai agar tum chahte ho ki woh yaha rahe, usko apne dil ki baat kaho Asad, nahi toh woh chali jayegi."

"Lekin ami'mein usse pyaar- "

"Nahi karte, I know. Pyaar nahi toh bahut pasand to karte ho nah, vaise mujhe bhi Zoya bahut achi lagti hai, mein toh chahti hoon ki woh hamesha yahi rahe'" Oh god, my mom wants me to marry me off to her. Like really marry me off to her. She patted my shoulder and left the room.

What is this? I don't love Ms. Farouqi, Zoya. It feels weird to call her Ms. Farouqi in my head now too. But that doesn't mean I love her. Does it? Wait, does she? Does she love me? She said that she likes me long ago, and she said yes when I asked her if she wanted to get engaged to me today. Does she'?