Woh Actually
Part 1 ' First meet and first fight!
"Open your mouth and say 'aah'!" the doctor instructed Zoya.
"But-."
"No ifs, no buts."
"But why should I open my mouth?" she protested.
"Because I said so. Let me do my job Zoya and open your mouth." The doctor said sternly.
Zoya rolled her eyes and opened her mouth wide to let the doctor check. What exactly she didn't know.
"Hmm." He said and put the end of the stethoscope on Zoya's chest.
"Take a deep breath." He ordered.
Zoya again rolled her eyes but obliged. The doctor's brows furrowed.
"Hmm."
"What hmm?" she was getting irritated with his 'hmm'.
"Everything seems normal you are perfectly fine. What's the problem?" he asked her confused.
"My problem is that I came to a doctor who is clearly not qualified to be one." She yelled.
"Excuse me!"
"Of course I'm fine you dumbass, I came here because I hurt my leg." She pointed at her swollen ankle.
"What the-. I'm sorry Zoe." He bent down to examine her feet.
"Rehaan I know that you just got your degree but continue doing that and you'll soon be sacked." She mocked.
"Shut up Zoe and tell me how it happened?" he said, getting back to his serious doctor mode.
"If I shut up then how will I tell? Make up your mind blueberry." She purposely used the nickname she knew he hated more than anything else in this world.
The nurse who had come to hand over some reports to Rehaan heard his nickname and snickered. When she left the room Rehaan turned to Zoya with an Are-you-happy-now look.
"Thank you so much for that Zoe, now she will tell this to the entire hospital and I'll become the laughing stock of the hospital. A court jester! Woohoo!"
"Oh come on bluey!" Zoya chuckled.
"Bluey? Just tell me what happened." He huffed and pointed at her ankle.
"Yoga happened! I was trying out this new asana that Amrin taught me but I lost my balance and unfortunately there was no one to catch me like they show in those gooey romantic sitcoms so ta-da!" she opened her arms wide in a dramatic manner.
"You've got a sprain." He said.
"Oh my freaking God! You are a genius Rehaan. Out of all the things I would've never thought about that." She said, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Sarcasm Zoe?" he raised his eyebrow.
"Was I too subtle?" she rolled her eyes yet again.
"How much do you roll your eyes? They must've reached heaven by now."
"Nope bluey, people, men in particular reach heaven after looking at my eyes." She batted her eyelashes and giggled but winced when Rehaan touched her sore ankle. She smacked him on his head and shouted.
"Are you outta your mind?"
"Sorry I was checking whether it hurts. Anyhoo, I'm prescribing you some pain killers and an ointment. Apply it at night before going to sleep.
"Yada, yada, yada! Thanks! And I promise I'm never coming here again. Ciao." She blew him a kiss and walked out.
Zoya left the hospital in a hurry avoiding her aching feet. She silently vowed to never try out yoga ever again. Peace and calm can go bite someone else's ass. She was in a rush, she had to meet her best friend Amrin. Her cell beeped signaling a new message.
- Come fast Zoe! We have so many preparations to do.
xA
- Uff I'm coming! Fifteen minutes tops.
xZ
She saw a vacant cab approaching and yelled,
"Taxi!"
oOo
A young attractive actually very attractive man stepped out of the store. Dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt and black tie with unruly dark hair, intense brown eyes and smoldering good looks. He had a tall, well-built, muscular body. The kind of body that can make women go weak in the knees and men burn with jealousy. The kind of body you see in the cover of GQ magazine.
"Visit Again." The store owner smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes then wore his Ray Ban aviators.
"With the type of service I received! I hardly think so." He thought.
Why did I even come here? Oh yes because I promised ammi I would get her dress on my way to the office. Those stupid attendants made me wait and wasted my precious time.
His cell phone rang.
"Khan!" he said briskly.
"Mr Khan it's me Elena."
"Elena I need to hear the good news." He crossed his fingers.
"Good news I managed to schedule a meeting with Mr Qureshi."
Asad jumped in excitement but what he heard next was enough to wipe off the grin that had formed on his face.
"But, the meeting is held today... in half hour." Her voice clearly indicating she was afraid of the outburst that might follow.
"What?" he yelled. He looked at his watch. 3:30! If he didn't care about the traffic signals then he would be able to reach his office at the nick of time.
He ran towards his car only to see the front tire punctured. He kicked the tire in frustration.
"Damn it, god damn it, damn it all to hell." He groaned.
He saw a taxi and ran towards it yelling,
"Taxi!"
oOo
"Russell street."
"V.P road."
Asad and Zoya said at the same time as they entered the cab from opposite doors.
"Name any one place." The cabbie said in a bored tone.
Asad and Zoya looked at each other with wide eyes.
"Excuse me, I came here first." She said.
"What proof do you have? I entered this cab first." Asad said irritated.
"Oh really? What proof do you have?"
"I've got a really important meeting why don't you take some other taxi." He said politely.
"Even I have important work to do. Listen this cab is mine." She said while using a lot of hand gestures.
"Ok listen, this cab is neither yours nor mine." He retorted.
"You think you are very smart?" She said with her hands on her hip.
"I don't disclose my IQ to strangers." He said haughtily.
"Listen Mr Whoever-you-are I personally don't care about your IQ levels." She huffed.
"Good! Now can you get out. I'm late for my meeting." His annoyance was increasing with every passing second.
"Allah miyan what's wrong with you? Why are you being so stubborn? Why can't you just let me have the cab?" she shrieked.
"Do you have difficulty hearing? I just said I have an important meeting. If I don't reach on time..."
"Your boss will get angry... you'll be fired... then what will happen to your wife and kids... Old excuses, try coming up with something new and original." She cut him off.
"If I don't reach there on time then the company will suffer a huge loss." He didn't know why he was explaining it to her.
"Yeah and the whole company depends on you and the meeting will not start without you." She said sarcastically.
"Exactly, now you are getting me. Now get out."
"Like I said even I have an important work."
"Oh really, pray tell!" he had a sudden urge to bang her head with the window.
"I have a wedding to plan." Just the thought of it brought a smile on her face.
"Oh so you are a wedding planner. Cool! I'll let you plan my wedding if you let me have this taxi." He tried reasoning.
The cab driver was getting irritated with their constant fight. He also had a life, he had to earn money and he knew neither of them would budge an inch. These were two most stubborn people he had seen in his entire life. He got out of the taxi, opened Zoya's door and said,
"Please you both get out of my cab. Finish off your argument somewhere else."
Zoya looked at him with shock while Asad looked with fury. How dare he talk to him like that? No one ever spoke to him in such a rude manner, he never felt so humiliated before and it was all because of that stubborn, annoying and exasperating woman.
Zoya came out of the taxi followed by Asad. The cabbie went to sit on the driver's seat and drove off.
Zoya glared at Asad. How she wished she could kill him.
Asad glanced at his watch. 3:50 pm! He had wasted twenty minutes in bickering with that woman. He looked at her, he could easily snap her head off. That would be satisfying.
He removed his BlackBerry from his pocket and dialed the office number.
"Prasad. Khan here. The meeting, I want you to cancel it." He said brusquely.
Zoya stared at him, if he could cancel the meeting with the snap of his fingers then he surely must be on some high position.
"You don't question my decisions, you do what I say." He yelled.
Zoya cringed. Boy did he sound angry. The meeting must've surely been important. She felt guilty but she shrugged it off. In her bickering she forgot about Amrin. She decided to send her a quick text.
- Sorry, stuck up with something. Will try to reach ASAP.
xZ
"Yes I know the meeting was important but just cancel the motherf*****g meeting. Is it so hard to process?" he shouted ignoring the judgmental looks from the pedestrians.
Zoya looked at him and her guilt was washed away. The man didn't know how to talk to women and he didn't even know how to talk to his employees.
"And send the company car. I'm at Pretoria Street, just outside Queen's Mary Hospital."
Zoya tried to search for a cab but there wasn't any vacant taxi. She saw a cab and waved her hand to get the cabbie's attention but the taxi didn't stop.
"Ugh jerk!" she stomped her foot but she forgot about her sprained ankle and screamed in pain.
Asad turned to look at her, she was jumping around on one leg. His gaze slid lower to her feet. Her ankle was red and swollen. He felt a pang of guilt. Maybe I should've let her have the taxi, she should've told me about her feet.
"F**k it!" she cursed.
He narrowed his eyes but then shook his head. He had no right to be judgmental considering he himself cursed in front of her. Not a very gentlemanly thing to do.
"Excuse me, my meeting as you've heard is cancelled so if you want then I can drop you off to Russell street." He said politely.
Zoya raised her eyebrows. What made him take a 180 turn? She saw him looking at her feet with guilty eyes and she got her answer. He was pitying her, how she hated people who pitied her.
"Listen Mr Suit-and-tie you don't have to be polite or a perfect gentleman, you already showed your insensitiveness in the cab. So how about you take your pity and shove it up your ass." She fumed in anger.
Asad stared at her wide-eyed. He could feel his anger re-surfacing. There was no particular need for her outburst. She should be thankful that even after her rude and appalling behavior he had agreed to give her a ride. He clenched his fist and took a step towards her to give her a piece of his mind, but before he could say anything a very handsome man draped his arm on Zoya's shoulder and pulled her close.
"Any problem?" he scanned Asad from top to bottom with a shrewd expression.
Asad looked at the new entry with narrowed eyes.
He had smoldering blue eyes, a tall and lean body, he was aggressively handsome with strong dark features that guaranteed a second look. The way he held the girl was a clear indicator that they shared a close relationship.
"No problem Rehaan." She smiled at him.
"You left the hospital twenty minutes ago what are you still doing here? Was he harassing you?" he pointed at Asad.
"Do I look like the person who would harass women?" Asad said angrily.
"Rehaan I couldn't find a cab." She squeezed his shoulder.
"Come I'll drop you."
"What about your shift?" she pointed at the hospital.
"I took the afternoon off. We have to go ring shopping." He said excitedly.
"Oh yes of course we do." She flashed her dimples.
Oh so he was her fianc that explains the vice like grip on her and his protective behavior towards her. Asad thought.
"Let's go!" she walked off with Rehaan but turned to look at Asad once. The company car had arrived, he looked at Zoya once and then sat inside.
oOo
"Allah miyan, that man has no manners. I've never seen anyone as irritating as him." Zoya had narrated the entire scene to Amrin.
"Relax Zoe. It was one bad encounter. Why are you spoiling your mood? Let's go ring shopping." She squealed like a child who is just been told they were visiting Disneyland.
"I don't understand. It's your engagement why should I go ring shopping? It should be your and Rehaan's private moment. I don't wanna intrude." She looked down.
"Trust me Zoya you are not intruding. I want your help in selecting the best ring for my girl." Rehaan hugged Amrin from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder.
"Ok you two love birds let's go." She pushed them out of the door.
oOo
"Ayaan that girl as getting on my nerves. Na koi tameez na koi tehzeeb." Asad was talking to his brother.
"Bhaijaan you shouldn't fight with girls, you should shower them with love. By the way was she pretty?"
One glare from Asad and he shut up. But Asad couldn't help remembering her face. She was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved red top. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and face bared of any makeup yet she was beautiful.
He shook his head to stop himself from thinking any further.
"I hope I never have to see her again." He muttered and went inside his room.
But looks like destiny has another thing planned for them.
A/N - Hola forumwasis! Heres the first part! Dedicated to the QH mantaals.
Not proof-read it (I hate reading my stuff again)
Comments please!
Love,
Sadie!😃
Edited by --starstruck-- - 11 years ago
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