New update! -The Other Confession OS- Part-1,2,3.

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Sona

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Posted: 12 years ago

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That was some intense stuff; Z always gets carried over; 2 extremist! Can't wait to read next part...

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This is really good please PM me once you update :):):):)

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DiVirgo

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Posted: 12 years ago

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This was really really good! Enjoyed it although I don't understand Hindi properly but I used my imagination lol! PlZ pm me! Tks

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Posted: 12 years ago

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Sorry for such a late reply 😔 Just read both parts and wowww ur such an amazing writer!!!!! 👏Loved both parts so much!!!!!!!!!!! Please update 😳

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Sabina

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Do Pm me wen u update and it was awesome just wonderfull and please continue soon

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Posted: 12 years ago

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lovely update. Asad ka to kuch nahin ho sakta, he's just hopeless. continue soon dear.

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Posted: 12 years ago

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when will u post next part .. its wonderful

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Posted: 12 years ago

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Awesome! Loved how Najma stood up to Asad! 👏

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Dee

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Posted: 12 years ago

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Hey people! cant thank you enough for the all the nice things said. You say you love their bickering? Me too! I have so much fun penning their conversations down ! Well, i hope this next part is worth your time! This is a continuity part too.The Part two is after this.
Happy reading! 😛

Asad returned home late in the night. He didnt want to see Zoya. Not after the conversation they had in the afternoon. Maybe later,he might talk to her. He thought about it once again. Talk to her? How do people talk to her? To talk to someone they need to listen to you,Asad. He sighed. He corrected himself. He will TRY to talk to her. Put some sense in that childish brain of hers. Seriously,today was the limit. She actually thought i'll be happy if something happens to her. God,what utter nonsense. I really need a break.

Feeling tired from all the work and the worry Asad silently entered the house. His plan was simple. Avoid Zoya. And that would be easier now because everyone was asleep. He would go straight to his room and relax. Yes. I need that. I need some sleep. But like always his plan never worked out.
As soon as he was about to enter his room, he heard a voice. Voices actually. He looked straight ahead. Zoya's room. What was going on?

He immediately took small steps towards her room. He placed his ears firmly on the door. Clearly,a
conversation was going on between Zoya and Tamatar.

" Zoya,i dont think yeh Humse hoga!"

"Kyun nahi hoga? aur thoda zor lagayenge toh zaroor hoga"

" Its too heavy Zoya. Hum Bhai ko kahe ?"

" Bhai? kyun? Mr. khan kya Superman hai?"

" Nahi. Lekin Bhai bohut strong hai. Bhai ki body dekhi hai?"

Oh no. Shut up Tamatar. And Zoya. Dont. Dont spill it out now in front of my sister. You saw nothing. Asad's hand went straight to his forehead.

" Haan dekhi toh hai."

" Kya? kab?"

" kab? Kab kya? Mr. Khan! Woh toh aajkal shirt ke button bina lagahe hi poore ghar mein ghum te rahte hai"

What the f? Asad doublechecked his ears.

" Sach mein kya?"

" Haan toh? Main kya jhooth bol rahi hoon? Woh toh main hi decent hoon jo unhe kehti rehti hoon. ' Mr khan, yeh kya badtameezi hai,shirt ke button toh laagayiye'. Tab jaage unka dimag thikaane aata hai' "

WHAT? REALLY NOW? Asad's nostrils flared. This woman was impossible.

" Bhaijaan aise kyun karte hai?" Najma sounded almost depressed.

" Kya pata Tamatar? Jinka screw thoda dheela hota hai na,woh aksar aisi cheeze kar baitte hai. In cheezo ka koi explanation nahi hota"

Asad rolled his eyes. Enough. Let them do whatever they want. Anymore of this conversation and Asad could very well strangle Zoya with his bare hands. He moved away from the door and almost immediately a huge sound grasped his ears. It came from the room. What the hell is going on? He knocked furiously.

" Najma? Zoya?"

When he didnt get a response,he panicked and opened the door himself and the sight that greeted him was particularly funny for normal people but for someone with a terrible bout of OCD, it was a sight from hell.

The entire floor had women's wear all over it. Kurtis,tees,jeans,salwars- everything. But wait- there were other stuff too. Eatables? What was all this? chips? Kachories? What the heck is going on here.

Finally his eyes fell on Zoya. She was on the floor as well,along with Najma.

" What is all this? Yeh sab.."

" Woh,bhai,hum Zoya ke luggage ka weight kar rahe the. Woh weight measuring machine pe luggage uthate uhe.."

" Saara luggage gir gaya Mr. Khan" Zoya made her puppy face,eyelids drooping and ol. She had seen the his horrified face. He was ready to kill.

" Aapko toh pata hi hoga ke airport wale kitne particular hai baggage weight ko lekar toh humne socha.. lekin phir..Woh kuch zyada hi pack ho gaya hoga.,you know"

" Itna kya pack kiya aapne?"

" Kuch bhi nahi. Kuch kapde hi.." Zoya's eyes fell on the kachories. Oh shit.

Asad tried to compose himself. Not this time,baby.

"Aur yeh chips,kachoris?"

" Haan woh chips.." Zoya looked around the room.

" Miss farooqui, New york main chips nahi milte kya?" Asad raised his eyebrow.

" Allah miyan! Ofcourse milte hai, but yeh waali nahi! Yeh toh special Bhopal wali chips hai. Aur yeh Kachoriyaan toh bilkul.."

Najma nudged zoya on the shoulder,shut up now, and cut in.

" Main abhi saara clean kar dehti hoon Bhaijaan" Najma blabbered. Bhaijaan will definitely shoot someone tonight.

" Nahi Tamatar tum rehne do. Main karloongi. Tum jao na.. Mr khan ke liye coffee bana ke leyao"

"No thanks. Tamatar tum jaake so jao. Miss farooqui clean kar degi" His eyes fixed on Zoya.

" Haan haan Najma. Tum jao.. Goodnight.. Sweet dreams."

" Goodnight Zoya. Goodnight Bhaijaan"

" Goodnight" they chimed together.

" Mr Farooqui.."

" Haan haan thik hai. Kar rahi hoon main saaf"

Asad rolled his eyes. One by one, Zoya cleaned up everything. She hated this man. He just stood there and did nothing at all. Ruthless. So,effin heartless.

After a few minutes, Zoya spoke again.

" Mr khan,wahan khade khade kya dekh rahe hai?. Kal main ja rahi hoon,Aapko mujhe kuch dena nahi hai?"

Asad suddenly remembered. Her earring.

"Oh GOD! Kis soch main par gaye? TICKETS MR KHAN! mere flight ki?"

Boom. Asad had lied about it. And then totally forgotten about it.Youre in for deep shit now, Asad.

Make an excuse. Make an excuse.

" Mr khan? " Now Zoya was coming towards him.

" Woh.. Actually.."

" Ab tickets ke liye bhi 'woh' aur actually! " Zoya made big eyes to intimidate him.

"nahi..woh" Think Asad, think think think.

" Kya woh" She asked,coming closer.

Think Asad. Think Asad. Think Asad.

" MR KHAN!! aap yeh woh aur actually kab band karenge!! AM TIRED OF IT! AAP EK KAAM KYUN NAHI KARTE! TRADEMARK OFFICE MAIN JAAYIYE!! AUR WAHAAN is 'WOH' AUR 'ACTUALLY' KE
COPYRIGHTS KHARIDH LE AIYE!! 'woh' and 'actually'.. PROPERTY OF ASAD AHMED KHAN. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! thik hai?! "

THINK ASAD.

" Office.."

" kya?"

" Woh tickets main office main bhul aaya hoon. Kal le aayoonga" Asad finally breathed.

" Allah miyan,kya Mr khan. Kya aapse koi bhi kaam thik se nahi ho pata?"

What.

" Aap sab kuch garbar kar dete hai. Aapse koi bhi kaam dhaang se nahi hota"

" Miss farooqui,dekhiye aap.." Asad tried to butt in,even gestured her to let him speak but Zoya was on a roll.

" Kuch bhi nahi. Aapke dil main jo bhi hain woh zubaan tak aap laa nahi paate hai. Ek filmy hero jaise daud kar mujhe ring pehna te hai,aur ghar pe aakar qubool bhi nahi kar paate hai ki main aapki mangetar hoon. Aapse toh dhang se sagai bhi nahi hoti hai. Aapko sirf thoda bohut dance karna aata hai aur doosro pe chillanna aata hai. Mr khan,aap yeh sab kab baand karenge? haan? Aap mere dimag ke fuse ko confuse karna kab baand karenge?!! Aap aapni yeh bachkani aadat e kab chhodenge!"

" Meri bachkani Aadatein?" Asad had had it.

" Haan toh. Dopahar ko maine aapki baat kya nahi suni, Aap toh mujhpe chillane lage!"

" Aapko lagta hai ke maine aap peye ishliye chillaya? kyun aap meri baat nahi sun rahi thi? "

" Ji haan. Aur kya wajah ho sakti hai."

" Woh aaphi sochiye. Aap kya kya stupid baatein kar rahi thi,kya aapko kuch bhi yaad nahin?" Asad's voice almost broke.

" Aap mujhe kya samajhte hai. Meri memory bohut strong hai. Kya kaha tha maine? Ki aapne ne mere pichhe ek jasoos lagaya hoga. Aur main agar nahi gayi toh aap mujhe jaan se maar denge.. aur.. Aur kya kaha tha maine.." Zoya tried to recollect.

" Aur kya kaha tha.." Zoya pondered.

" Ki aapko kuch ho jane se,mujhe khushi hogi. Ki aapko kuch ho jaane se mujhe koi farak nahi parta"

Zoya gasped. Did he really..? Guilt almost strangled her voice. He cares. he cares that i exist. Am sorry.Am so sorry. "Mr khan am so.." She turned back. The room was still the same.Only now she was standing alone. He had left. Leaving her with all the guilt.

After fretting for a few minutes,she made dash towards his room. Maybe,he wasnt as emotionally challenged as you thought Zoya. Not at all.

Hope you liked it! 😊 Dont forget to lemme know!

Edited by MishkaForever - 12 years ago