AsYa FF|~Woh Actually~ PARTS 1 - 7 NEW THREAD LINK ON PAGE 1 - Page 24

Originally posted by: --starstruck--

NOTE-

update will be in a day or two! i gotta submit an essay on a novel in college and after that is done i'll update woh actually

Just a heads up! Ayaan is not Asad and Najma's half brother! he is Dilshad's son not shireen's!

Part 4 - Excited to meet your best friend?

"Ouch! Can you be a little gentle woman?" Amrin shrieked in pain at the beautician when she pulled the wax strip off her hand. Zoya giggled.

"Yeah Amrin, I know grooming can be a little painful." She winked.

"Yeah right." She rolled her eyes and winced again.

"You are flinching at just a normal wax, I shudder to think what will happen when you will go through a Brazilian wax." Zoya chuckled.

"What the hell Zoe that was not in the original plan." Amrin screamed annoying the beautician.

"Oh it was. I just didn't tell you otherwise you wouldn't have come." She said that with a straight face.

"You lied to your best friend?" Amrin said dramatically.

"It was a lie of omission." Zoya shrugged her shoulders and flipped the pages of the magazine.

"A lie none the less." Amrin pointed out. Zoya preferred to remain silent. After flinching and wincing some more Amrin decided to talk to Zoya in order to distract herself. She missed her razor. This waxing nonsense was pure torture.

"Rehaan is keeping our honeymoon a surprise. Do you have any idea where he is taking me?"

"Any idea? Girl, I helped him with the arrangements." Zoya said proudly.

"Ooh, you have to tell me!" Amrin said excitedly but Zoya shook her head.

"Oh c'mon Zoe, please?" Amrin pulled out her puppy dog face.

"That ain't gonna work with me. I promised Rehaan! Scouts honour!" Zoya lifted one hand and made the brownie sign.

"But I need to know where we are going. I need to be prepared. What type of clothes to pack, what type of weather to expect there, do I need any special vaccination for the place."

"Whoa hold on! No need to worry about clothes as I'll be the one packing your bags. Vaccination? Seriously? He is not taking you to Africa. And you should expect a slightly hot weather. Wouldn't hurt to pack a swimsuit or two. Ooh it reminds me, bikini wax!" Zoya explained.

"Zoya, right now grooming is the least of my concerns. Anyhoo, Africa is out and since the weather as you said will be hot, Paris is out too." She groaned.

"I wanted to go to Paris." Amrin pouted.

"Aww, you can always plan a second honeymoon." Zoya ruffled Amrin's hair.

"Let's first get over with one."

Zoya sighed and walked back to the sofa, she picked up the magazine she was reading and flipped to the page where she had left off. After a few minutes of silence Amrin asked her,

"Have you talked to Dilshad bi?"

"Y-Yeah!" she fixed her eyes on the magazine.

"When are you going there?" she enquired.

"Tomorrow! She said she'll send someone to pick me up." Zoya still hadn't shifted her gaze from the magazine.

"By someone you mean your childhood BF?" she teased.

"Excuse-me!" Zoya slammed the magazine shut and stared at Amrin.

"I meant Best Friend! Calm down, will ya?"

"You know what I'm gonna go pick up your dress for your mehendi." She stood up and walked out of the parlour without waiting for Amrin's reply.

"She is just as stubborn as ever. And listen I'm not getting any Brazilian or bikini wax." She said to the beautician, taking advantage of Zoya's absence.

oOo

Asad was in his room working on his laptop. After last night's chat with his ammi, he was pretty excited about Zoya's arrival and his mind kept drifting back to the five-year-old girl dressed in colourful floral dresses, running around the entire house, laughing and giggling away.

He shut the laptop and thought about the times he had spent playing with her and Ayaan. They were the only people with whom he played. Najma was even born then. Ayaan was four years old and Zoya was five. He was a quiet boy and preferred to stay inside his room but only for Zoya he would sit for hours together in the sandbox, making sand castles or playing house. He wasn't interested in those silly games but he loved the way Zoya would jump in excitement when she would make a perfect castle and her excitement would end up breaking the castle and they would have to start from scratch.

But with happy memories also came sad memories, memories he wanted to forget but were engraved in his mind forever, memories that used to give him nightmares after Zoya's khala took her to New York. He had promised her he would never let anyone hurt her but he couldn't keep his promise because she had been hurt, deeply hurt and was probably still hurting. He felt guilty, even though he knew very well that whatever had happened wasn't his fault at all, yet he felt guilty for not protecting her, for not being there for her when she needed him, for not being able to see the sadness behind her fake smiles. Even at the tender age of five she was an expert in masking her true emotions. A trait she got from her mother.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by Dilshad.

"Asad come out, lunch is ready."

He placed the laptop on the bed and walked out. He took his usual place at the dining table he waited while his ammi and Najma set the table according to his OCD, cleaning every spot on the table and arranging his plate, spoon, fork and serviette as per his likes. Once everything was set Dilshad and Najma sat down as well.

"Najma tomorrow a guest is coming over." Dilshad informed Najma. She didn't play the guess who game with her like she had played with Asad and Ayaan as Najma was only a month old when Zoya had left for New York. Although she had told several childhood stories of Asad to her and almost everyone had Zoya and Ayaan in it.

"Is it Shumaila bi with her annoying daughter Azra or should I say Adaa!" she cocked her head to one side, fluttering her eyelids and stretched the word "Adaa".

Dilshad chuckled and even Asad smiled at her comment. He knew just how irritated Najma gets around her.

"Do all siblings think alike? This is the same response I got from Asad and Ayaan."

"Yes ammi we share sibling telepathy." Ayaan walked towards the dining table and pulled up the chair beside Najma and served himself.

Najma giggled and then asked, "Tell na ammi who is it?"

"Allow me ammi!" Ayaan interrupted. Dilshad waved her hand asking him to proceed.

Ayaan cleared his throat and began,

"She is a cute little five-year-old with chubby cheeks that I loved pulling and also the first girl I proposed. For which I also got my first slap from bhaijaan." Ayaan rubbed his cheek as if he still felt the sting of the slap. Dilshad and Najma giggled at the description while Asad rolled his eyes.

"You do know she is not a five-year-old anymore." Asad pointed out the obvious.

"Of course! She would be what? Twenty-five? Great I can propose her again." Ayaan joked for which he received a glare from Asad.

"Ok you guys are losing me here." Najma reminded them.

"Najma they are talking about Zoya, Asad's childhood friend. I think I told you about her." Dilshad said.

"Oh you have mentioned her, probably a thousand times." Najma teased.

"She is coming here for a wedding."

"She is getting married?" Najma squealed.

Asad couldn't help feel his heart sink at the thought of Zoya marrying. Why did he feel like that, he couldn't understand? He frowned and shook his head as if the feeling would go away.

"My little sister I had only proposed Zoya and bhaijaan gave me a slap for that imagine what will happen to the man who will actually go ahead to marry her. May his soul rest in peace." Ayaan joint his hands to send a silent prayer above. Asad turned red at Ayaan's comment Dilshad saw his embarrassment and came to his rescue.

"Ayaan!" she gave a look to Ayaan and he straightened up. The rest of the lunch passed silently. While Najma helped Dilshad clean the table she turned to Asad and said,

"Bhaijaan you said today you would take me to the mall to buy me the gold earrings that I had liked when we went to that jewellery shop last time."

"And when did I promise that?" Asad raised his eyebrow.

"Last week!" Najma crossed her arms. If her brother can be stubborn so can she. Asad saw the determined look on her face and he knew there was no way he would get out of this situation so grudgingly he agreed.

"Be ready in thirty minutes!" he ordered and went inside his room.

A/N - Don't throw chappals at me for not showing AsYa meet in this chapter and just so you know i'm planning on writing their meet (As Asad and Zoya not as Mr suit-n-tie and The-cab-girl) in the next to next chapter! I'm really sorry I was supposed to update last night but being a bewdi (As sohu bunny likes to call me) I forgot to save the document and I had to type all over again!

This part is dedicated to Ankie because she thinks woh mere liya kucch hai hi nahi 😆

And kiki, since she badly wanted an update! Next update will be of a new OS AsYa Suhagraat special (no not 18+ or else ankie wont read it😆) and readers who are waiting for an update of the ghostie ff and Tu jahan main wahan will have to wait a little more I'm currently busy as I have to submit a lot of essays in college and conduct a few surveys! Leave your comments and buddy me for pms! Ooh also I have filtered my buddy list, those who don't comment are out! So my silent readers who used to get pms and now don't, will have to stalk this thread!

Love,

Sadie!😃