Najma browsed through her playlist on her ipod and stopped at the song.
"Perfect." She said. She kept it on the table when she remembered something and went in.
Asad came in and searched for his precious possession. His guitar. He was sure he had kept it in his room and nobody ever went to his room without his permission. Except for Miss Farooqi ofcourse.
But what would she want to do with his guitar? He thought.
Nah, she couldn't have taken it.
But then where did it go? Surely it didn't have legs to run off somewhere.
He was about to turn and walk away when he accidently pressed "play" on the Ipod and the song hummed beautifully in the backround.
Hum tere bin ab reh nahi sakte
Tere bina kya wajood mera
Unintentionally his thoughts flew to a certain Miss Farooqi. His first memory of her at the dargah. Her dupatta flying in the air as she almost collided with his car.
His frantic searching when his so-called relatives had buried her in Mangalpur. His helplessness at not finding her. His punishing himself when he believed she was no more.
The various times she smiled at him showing her cute dimples. Her mesmerizing smile. Those twinkling eyes dancing with mischief. The time when she comforted him. The times he thought she was nothing but a walking disaster.
They had a very complicated relationship. True. Very true. The various times he kicked her out of the house only to bring her back himself. The pain he felt everytime he thought she left. The panic when she almost him and the country. He unknowingly thought about her everytime. His serene face now had a ghost of a smile.
Her crazy ideas. Her crazy antics. Her crazy work. Her crazy ways. Her crazy drunken behavior. Her crazy innocent self.
The times when she relied on him. The times when she admitted to having relied on him for solving her problems. Her making coffee for him. Her calling him names. Her verbal fights with him. Every aspect of her.
Their engagement. Their upcoming marriage. Deep within he knew he accepted being engaged to her. But how could he ever say that loud? And to the already loud Miss Farooqi? No chance. He couldn't say that even to his ammi. Unknowingly his fingers grazed the "Z" mark formed on his palm whilst the ghost of smile had been replaced by a full blown smile that revealed his dimples.
Zoya stood staring at Mr. Khan who seemed to be smiling at every girl that passed by. She looked down the window and saw another girl glance at him and then blush and walk away prettily.
"Ya Allah! Whats wrong with him? As it is he doesn't smile very often and now when he is, he is showering them all at the girls of Bhopal. Doesn't he realise he's engaged? Even if he claims it to be fake the least he can do is be faithful to me. He surely is Robert's brother. Flirt. Hunh. I wonder if phoopi knows this facet of her son's personality..."
She walked away missing Najma who came out carrying her brother's guitar.
"Better tell bhaijaan his guitar is…."
She too missed her brother standing by the window smiling dreamily.
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Okay before anyone throws tomatoes I know this isnt a good piece of work but I just had to write it and remove it out of my system before my exams start from 9th. So..uh..you understand :)
I was shopping when they played this song and instantly I was reminded of AsYa.
Take care people!!!
Ashum
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