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Hey people! I got a wonderful response for my first ff. Now this is a small one,brand new. Do tell me if you like it or not. Happy reading! 😊
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Continuity part- Page 8.
Asad still could not believe what he did. Someone slap me out of this,he muttered under his breath. Did he just run like there's no tommorow and propose to Zoya publicly infront of strangers? Did he just go down on his knee and put his Ammi's future daughter-in-law's ring in Zoya's finger? wait.. wait.. Dear Lord,was he engaged now?! Asad stood there,near the window adjoining his room,shock and fear engulfing him. Shocked because he knew he had changed and fear because of the consequences that were to follow. It didnt seem right at first- it wasnt easy for him to accept it in front of Ammi and Tamatar. That is the only reason he made up the drama story. But it was dramatic,wasnt it? And all he wanted was Zoya completely disagreeing with him. Hell,she does that always! Then why didnt she now,when i so wanted her too!! God,this woman would totally make me crazy,he sighed. But then how much crazier can you get Asad,he sarcastically commented. Just then came the knock on the door. Must be Najma or Ammi. Because someone else wont knock and ...
" MR KHAN! " she thundered and for a second Asad froze.
Zoya couldnt believe what that idiot had said. " Yeh sab ek drama tha ammi". Huh? Drama? Seriously? Zoya had all kinds of cuss words coming in her mind and she would have probably hurled all of them at him if she didnt remember his face in the airport. What was that all about?
Yes,maybe he wanted me to stay,maybe he finally realized that he was wrong in insulting me like that,but all these reasons cant stand against that face- those bloodshot eyes,filled with agony and gulit- those quivering lips,filled with words left unsaid- that look of utter desperation to hold unto me and those loving strokes on my hand- was is it all real? Ofcourse not. Everything was a lie. This man was playing with her feelings and she was letting him. Nomore. I want answers. Right now. And with that she stomped her way to his room. He has to explain all this. Or else i'll just slam his head on the wall and kill him.
As soon as she reached the door and was going to flung it open,Zoya warned herself. If you go inside without knocking he'll just start another lecture about privacy. Better knock and flip him out.
"MR KHAN!!"
Asad quickly tossed himself on the bed. She will go away eventually. Lord,i cant face her tonight.
" MR khan! Khud ko zyada smart mat samjiyega! Mujhe bahar se dikh raha hai,Mr khan! Apke dil ki tarah kaali nahi hai apke glass door"
Oh! this woman!
Asad picked himself unwillingly from the bed and nervously opened the door. He needs to be strict.
" Aapko kya chahiye Miss Farooqui?" He bellowed. Wait,he didnt. His voice had become meek. Shit.
" Mujhe Aap chahiye,MR khan!" she screamed. Dilshad,nazma and tanveer were sleeping peacefully upstairs. Good. Scream your heart out Zoya. Take this idiot down.
" Kya?" Asad made a mental note to get his ears checked.
"Aap chahiye mujhe!" Zoya repeated,this time her voice smooth and almost mild as she was almost out of breath.That is when it hit her.
" I mean.. mujhe aap nahi chahiye! Actually, chahiye.. Baat karne ke liye chahiye. Mujhe aapse baat karni hai" she said in a matter-of-fact way.
" Abhi nahi Miss Farooqui" He quickly retorted. " kal karte hai.. baat"
" Nahi. Mujhe aapse abhi baat karni hai" and without waiting for his refusal the second time around she stormed into Asad's room and fixed herself on the side of his bed.
Asad rolled his eyes and closed the door. Great. There goes another night of respite.
"Boliye Miss.." Zoya cut him short.
" Mr khan,Kya aap kabhi US gaye hai? Uk gaye hai? "
Asad was surprised. " Haan.. But kaam ke silsile mein "
"Acha. Aur Mumbai? Mumbai toh aap gayei honge? ?"
" Haan.. Bahut baar." Asad was baffled by her questions.
" Waah,kya baat hai "
Asad was getting irritated " Miss Farooqui,aap itni raat ko mere room mein mujhse chit-chat karne ke liye aaayi hai?"
" Nahi.. mujhe sirf kuch janna tha"
" Thik hai. Aagr aapki poochtaach khatam ho gayi ho toh kya Aaap mujhe thoda shone denge?"
" Khatam? mene toh shuru bhi nahi kiya Mr. khan! " she said mockingly.
" Kya? Miss farooqui Apko jo puchna hai aap jaldi poochiye aur please yahaan se jaahiye"
" Jaldi?
Thik hai. Mr khan,Toh aap mujhe yeh baatiye ke US jaane ke time aap Broadway gaye the?
" Huh?"
" Aur UK jaane ke time Shakespeare theatre?"
"Yeh kya.."
"Aur Mumbai jaane ke waqt toh aapne Bollywood mein try kiyai hoga!"
"Kya? What rubbish!" Asad dismissed her theories. This woman was out of her mind.
" Yeh kya annab-sannab bol rahi hai aap? Bhala main kyun .."
" Kyun? Nahi kiya? Karna chahiye tha Mr. Khan! Aap successful hote!"
" ji?"
" Ji haan. Pehle toh aap ka last name Khan hai. Lekin usse baari wajah toh kuch aur hai!"
" Aap yeh kya.."
" Aap ki dramebazi Mr. khan!"
Drama? Oh shit.
" Aapne yeah umda Dramebazi kaahan se sikhi? Kaahan se itni achhi acting sikhi. Itna real,itna depth wala. Haan?"
" Miss farooqui..." Asad began but alas,still not heard.
"Nahi mr khan, main aapki insult nahi kar rahi. main toh bilkul saach kahe rahi hoon!" She bellowed,
" Aapko toh Bollywood mein hona chahiye. Shahrukh,aamir aur Salman ki toh aap ek din mei chhutti kar denge!"
" Woh.. "
" 'Main actually' na?" Zoya's nostrils flared with anger.
" Woh maine socha.."
" Aap kuch sochte nahi hai Mr. Khan. Aur mere baare mein toh bilkul nahi"
" Dekhiye "
" Kya dekhoon main? .. Mr. Khan aapko pata hai,aapke dil mein seena nahi paathar hai!! "
" Miss Farooqui, seene ne mein dil hota hai,dil mein seena nahi hota" There you go again,Asad. Quit correcting her.
" MR KHAN!! Main Aapse kuch important baat kar rahi hoon aur aapko seene aur dil ki paadi hai ?
Aap itne emotionally challenged aur itne azeeb tarah ke insaan kyun hai Mr khan?"
" Dekhiye.. aap meri baat suniye"
" KYA SUNU MAIN AAPKI BAAT?!!"
"woh.."
" WOH KYA ACTUALLY!"
Asad could see the atmosphere turning a bit dangerous for him. He wouldnt be surprised if Zoya pulled a dagger now and pierced it right in his heart,smiling and laughing like a maniac all the while. NO. That was one scary thought.
" Sach mein Mr khan! Bollywood mein jaiye aap! Main personally aapke poster poore india mein laga doongi! Aapke red carpet outfits bhi main select kar doongi!" She was literally screaming right now.
" Main sabko baata doongi ke aap kitne mahaan actor hai."
Wait a minute.
"Itne maahan ke khud ki engagement bhi aap ke liye ek acting assignment ban ke reh gayi"
Her tone had completely changed in a matter of seconds. From shouting like a lunatic to the soft mellowed,almost hurt voice.
Asad saw it all. Tears running down those beautiful rose tinted cheeks. One settling just where her surreal dimple rests. Soon her eyes reflected all that was in her heart. More or less.
She was hurt. He had hurt her with that one word- " Drama".
"Zoya.." Asad couldnt stop himself.
" Mr khan,i know aap mujhe aapke life ke liye 'Misfit' samajhte hai.."
Wait. Do remember that? How..? Does that mean you remember the rest of my..
" Aur mein yeh bhi janti hu ki aap ko lagta hai ki main aapke zindagi ke liye ek musibat hoon"
What? Dont tell me Zoya you believed that crap! Ofcourse i didnt mean it! Dont you remember the stuff that preceded those sentences?!
"Lekin aaj main aapse kuch kehne wali hoon. Dhyaan se suniye ga." She took a deep breath. Asad almost trembled.
" Aap jaisa emotionally challenged admi,kisi ke liye perfect nahi ho sakta. Judgemental toh aap hai - Mujhe kuch samjhaneka maukai nahi diya aur ghar se nikal diya tha. Aur phir airport pe aapne jo kiya"
Yes! I ran like a crazy person to stop you! Damn!
"Uske baad mujhe laga ke Aap.. aap mujhe.." she stammered. " Lekin phir aapne ne apna asli chehra dikha diya Mr.Khan. Aapne mujhe yeh ring pehenaya,mujhse sagai ki aur ghar mein aake aap bol rahe hain ki woh sab ek drama tha?" She held the ring right to his face.
STOP ZOYA. JUST STOP.
" Thik hai Mr khan. Main hi bewakoof hoon ki aapki drame ko kuch aur samajh liya. Mujhse aapse Yahin kehna tha Mr. khan ki aap galat the"
Yes! She disagrees. Oh Zoya. Just tell me it means something to you. I'd give up anything in the world to hear you say that. Please.
" Zoya mujhe pata hai main galat tha.."
" Yes,Mr khan. Puri tarah se galat"
Asad's heart skipped several beats. She will finally disagree with him about their engagement being a drama. She will finally tell him how much it means to her. And when she does,he will not waste a second. He will tell her how he feels about her. Hell,he'll take her in his arms and prove it to her. Zoya,you mean everything to me,he will not wait a second to tell her that. He was glad that she was taking the initiative because he knew he couldnt. A scarred heart is a scared heart. And Asad could do nothing about it.
Just say it. That I am idiot to think it was all a drama. That i was wrong. For ignoring our feelings,for not giving us a chance. Just say it.
" Aapko yaad hai,us baarish ki raat mein aapne mujhse kya kaha tha? 'Miss Farooqui,aap meri zindagi ke liye bilkul thik nahi hai..youre a misfit'.. yahin kaha tha na aapne?"
Asad stood there,in silence.
" Aap galat the Mr.khan. Main aapke liye misfit nahi,aap mere liye misfit hai Mr. Khan. Aap mere zindagi ke liye bilkul thik nahi hai. " She said almost with a strange calmness.
"Zoya.. Main"
" Nahin Mr Khan. Yeh li jiye aapki ring " She took off the ring,took Asad's hand and stuffed it in his palm.
" Zoya.. mere liye woh sab.."
" Ek maazak tha,right? Good news, Mr khan,ab aapko yeh mazak continue karne ki zaroorat nahi padegi."
" Matlab?"
" Main kal wapas ja rahi hoon,Mr khan"
Asad froze.
" Kya hua Mr. khan? aapko toh khush hona chahiye..Aapki Barson purani dua jo Qubool hone jaa rahi hai. Main aapke zindagi se rukhsat jo hone wali hoon"
And with that,with tearful eyes and a sadistic smile on her lips,she flung open the door and closed it behind her.
Asad stood there,on the other side of the door, with the ring engulfed in his hand,his heart now in pieces.
Do tell me your thoughts on it. Whether it deserves the other two parts that i have in mind. 😊 Dont forget to like it if you do like it! Also,check out my blog "qubool-e-ishq.tumbler.com"
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Continuity part- Page 8.
Asad still could not believe what he did. Someone slap me out of this,he muttered under his breath. Did he just run like there's no tommorow and propose to Zoya publicly infront of strangers? Did he just go down on his knee and put his Ammi's future daughter-in-law's ring in Zoya's finger? wait.. wait.. Dear Lord,was he engaged now?! Asad stood there,near the window adjoining his room,shock and fear engulfing him. Shocked because he knew he had changed and fear because of the consequences that were to follow. It didnt seem right at first- it wasnt easy for him to accept it in front of Ammi and Tamatar. That is the only reason he made up the drama story. But it was dramatic,wasnt it? And all he wanted was Zoya completely disagreeing with him. Hell,she does that always! Then why didnt she now,when i so wanted her too!! God,this woman would totally make me crazy,he sighed. But then how much crazier can you get Asad,he sarcastically commented. Just then came the knock on the door. Must be Najma or Ammi. Because someone else wont knock and ...
" MR KHAN! " she thundered and for a second Asad froze.
Zoya couldnt believe what that idiot had said. " Yeh sab ek drama tha ammi". Huh? Drama? Seriously? Zoya had all kinds of cuss words coming in her mind and she would have probably hurled all of them at him if she didnt remember his face in the airport. What was that all about?
Yes,maybe he wanted me to stay,maybe he finally realized that he was wrong in insulting me like that,but all these reasons cant stand against that face- those bloodshot eyes,filled with agony and gulit- those quivering lips,filled with words left unsaid- that look of utter desperation to hold unto me and those loving strokes on my hand- was is it all real? Ofcourse not. Everything was a lie. This man was playing with her feelings and she was letting him. Nomore. I want answers. Right now. And with that she stomped her way to his room. He has to explain all this. Or else i'll just slam his head on the wall and kill him.
As soon as she reached the door and was going to flung it open,Zoya warned herself. If you go inside without knocking he'll just start another lecture about privacy. Better knock and flip him out.
"MR KHAN!!"
Asad quickly tossed himself on the bed. She will go away eventually. Lord,i cant face her tonight.
" MR khan! Khud ko zyada smart mat samjiyega! Mujhe bahar se dikh raha hai,Mr khan! Apke dil ki tarah kaali nahi hai apke glass door"
Oh! this woman!
Asad picked himself unwillingly from the bed and nervously opened the door. He needs to be strict.
" Aapko kya chahiye Miss Farooqui?" He bellowed. Wait,he didnt. His voice had become meek. Shit.
" Mujhe Aap chahiye,MR khan!" she screamed. Dilshad,nazma and tanveer were sleeping peacefully upstairs. Good. Scream your heart out Zoya. Take this idiot down.
" Kya?" Asad made a mental note to get his ears checked.
"Aap chahiye mujhe!" Zoya repeated,this time her voice smooth and almost mild as she was almost out of breath.That is when it hit her.
" I mean.. mujhe aap nahi chahiye! Actually, chahiye.. Baat karne ke liye chahiye. Mujhe aapse baat karni hai" she said in a matter-of-fact way.
" Abhi nahi Miss Farooqui" He quickly retorted. " kal karte hai.. baat"
" Nahi. Mujhe aapse abhi baat karni hai" and without waiting for his refusal the second time around she stormed into Asad's room and fixed herself on the side of his bed.
Asad rolled his eyes and closed the door. Great. There goes another night of respite.
"Boliye Miss.." Zoya cut him short.
" Mr khan,Kya aap kabhi US gaye hai? Uk gaye hai? "
Asad was surprised. " Haan.. But kaam ke silsile mein "
"Acha. Aur Mumbai? Mumbai toh aap gayei honge? ?"
" Haan.. Bahut baar." Asad was baffled by her questions.
" Waah,kya baat hai "
Asad was getting irritated " Miss Farooqui,aap itni raat ko mere room mein mujhse chit-chat karne ke liye aaayi hai?"
" Nahi.. mujhe sirf kuch janna tha"
" Thik hai. Aagr aapki poochtaach khatam ho gayi ho toh kya Aaap mujhe thoda shone denge?"
" Khatam? mene toh shuru bhi nahi kiya Mr. khan! " she said mockingly.
" Kya? Miss farooqui Apko jo puchna hai aap jaldi poochiye aur please yahaan se jaahiye"
" Jaldi?
Thik hai. Mr khan,Toh aap mujhe yeh baatiye ke US jaane ke time aap Broadway gaye the?
" Huh?"
" Aur UK jaane ke time Shakespeare theatre?"
"Yeh kya.."
"Aur Mumbai jaane ke waqt toh aapne Bollywood mein try kiyai hoga!"
"Kya? What rubbish!" Asad dismissed her theories. This woman was out of her mind.
" Yeh kya annab-sannab bol rahi hai aap? Bhala main kyun .."
" Kyun? Nahi kiya? Karna chahiye tha Mr. Khan! Aap successful hote!"
" ji?"
" Ji haan. Pehle toh aap ka last name Khan hai. Lekin usse baari wajah toh kuch aur hai!"
" Aap yeh kya.."
" Aap ki dramebazi Mr. khan!"
Drama? Oh shit.
" Aapne yeah umda Dramebazi kaahan se sikhi? Kaahan se itni achhi acting sikhi. Itna real,itna depth wala. Haan?"
" Miss farooqui..." Asad began but alas,still not heard.
"Nahi mr khan, main aapki insult nahi kar rahi. main toh bilkul saach kahe rahi hoon!" She bellowed,
" Aapko toh Bollywood mein hona chahiye. Shahrukh,aamir aur Salman ki toh aap ek din mei chhutti kar denge!"
" Woh.. "
" 'Main actually' na?" Zoya's nostrils flared with anger.
" Woh maine socha.."
" Aap kuch sochte nahi hai Mr. Khan. Aur mere baare mein toh bilkul nahi"
" Dekhiye "
" Kya dekhoon main? .. Mr. Khan aapko pata hai,aapke dil mein seena nahi paathar hai!! "
" Miss Farooqui, seene ne mein dil hota hai,dil mein seena nahi hota" There you go again,Asad. Quit correcting her.
" MR KHAN!! Main Aapse kuch important baat kar rahi hoon aur aapko seene aur dil ki paadi hai ?
Aap itne emotionally challenged aur itne azeeb tarah ke insaan kyun hai Mr khan?"
" Dekhiye.. aap meri baat suniye"
" KYA SUNU MAIN AAPKI BAAT?!!"
"woh.."
" WOH KYA ACTUALLY!"
Asad could see the atmosphere turning a bit dangerous for him. He wouldnt be surprised if Zoya pulled a dagger now and pierced it right in his heart,smiling and laughing like a maniac all the while. NO. That was one scary thought.
" Sach mein Mr khan! Bollywood mein jaiye aap! Main personally aapke poster poore india mein laga doongi! Aapke red carpet outfits bhi main select kar doongi!" She was literally screaming right now.
" Main sabko baata doongi ke aap kitne mahaan actor hai."
Wait a minute.
"Itne maahan ke khud ki engagement bhi aap ke liye ek acting assignment ban ke reh gayi"
Her tone had completely changed in a matter of seconds. From shouting like a lunatic to the soft mellowed,almost hurt voice.
Asad saw it all. Tears running down those beautiful rose tinted cheeks. One settling just where her surreal dimple rests. Soon her eyes reflected all that was in her heart. More or less.
She was hurt. He had hurt her with that one word- " Drama".
"Zoya.." Asad couldnt stop himself.
" Mr khan,i know aap mujhe aapke life ke liye 'Misfit' samajhte hai.."
Wait. Do remember that? How..? Does that mean you remember the rest of my..
" Aur mein yeh bhi janti hu ki aap ko lagta hai ki main aapke zindagi ke liye ek musibat hoon"
What? Dont tell me Zoya you believed that crap! Ofcourse i didnt mean it! Dont you remember the stuff that preceded those sentences?!
"Lekin aaj main aapse kuch kehne wali hoon. Dhyaan se suniye ga." She took a deep breath. Asad almost trembled.
" Aap jaisa emotionally challenged admi,kisi ke liye perfect nahi ho sakta. Judgemental toh aap hai - Mujhe kuch samjhaneka maukai nahi diya aur ghar se nikal diya tha. Aur phir airport pe aapne jo kiya"
Yes! I ran like a crazy person to stop you! Damn!
"Uske baad mujhe laga ke Aap.. aap mujhe.." she stammered. " Lekin phir aapne ne apna asli chehra dikha diya Mr.Khan. Aapne mujhe yeh ring pehenaya,mujhse sagai ki aur ghar mein aake aap bol rahe hain ki woh sab ek drama tha?" She held the ring right to his face.
STOP ZOYA. JUST STOP.
" Thik hai Mr khan. Main hi bewakoof hoon ki aapki drame ko kuch aur samajh liya. Mujhse aapse Yahin kehna tha Mr. khan ki aap galat the"
Yes! She disagrees. Oh Zoya. Just tell me it means something to you. I'd give up anything in the world to hear you say that. Please.
" Zoya mujhe pata hai main galat tha.."
" Yes,Mr khan. Puri tarah se galat"
Asad's heart skipped several beats. She will finally disagree with him about their engagement being a drama. She will finally tell him how much it means to her. And when she does,he will not waste a second. He will tell her how he feels about her. Hell,he'll take her in his arms and prove it to her. Zoya,you mean everything to me,he will not wait a second to tell her that. He was glad that she was taking the initiative because he knew he couldnt. A scarred heart is a scared heart. And Asad could do nothing about it.
Just say it. That I am idiot to think it was all a drama. That i was wrong. For ignoring our feelings,for not giving us a chance. Just say it.
" Aapko yaad hai,us baarish ki raat mein aapne mujhse kya kaha tha? 'Miss Farooqui,aap meri zindagi ke liye bilkul thik nahi hai..youre a misfit'.. yahin kaha tha na aapne?"
Asad stood there,in silence.
" Aap galat the Mr.khan. Main aapke liye misfit nahi,aap mere liye misfit hai Mr. Khan. Aap mere zindagi ke liye bilkul thik nahi hai. " She said almost with a strange calmness.
"Zoya.. Main"
" Nahin Mr Khan. Yeh li jiye aapki ring " She took off the ring,took Asad's hand and stuffed it in his palm.
" Zoya.. mere liye woh sab.."
" Ek maazak tha,right? Good news, Mr khan,ab aapko yeh mazak continue karne ki zaroorat nahi padegi."
" Matlab?"
" Main kal wapas ja rahi hoon,Mr khan"
Asad froze.
" Kya hua Mr. khan? aapko toh khush hona chahiye..Aapki Barson purani dua jo Qubool hone jaa rahi hai. Main aapke zindagi se rukhsat jo hone wali hoon"
And with that,with tearful eyes and a sadistic smile on her lips,she flung open the door and closed it behind her.
Asad stood there,on the other side of the door, with the ring engulfed in his hand,his heart now in pieces.
Do tell me your thoughts on it. Whether it deserves the other two parts that i have in mind. 😊 Dont forget to like it if you do like it! Also,check out my blog "qubool-e-ishq.tumbler.com"
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