Zoya scares Tannu – Session 1
Plot: Zoya has seen Tannu's recent bank statements and when she tried to prove it, Tanveer swapped the papers and Asad got mad at Zoya.
Zoya was upset. She went to her room and leaned on her bed post trying to remember what the document said. It had clearly mentioned few outgoing transactions to the suppliers and lot of incoming transactions from the clients. It also had few entries of salary checks. Overall, it looked more like a running business's bank statement. "Then how can this be possible that she is showing the documents with over drafted account or very low balance?" Zoya thought. She was hurt because of Asad's words and "Why should I prove myself to him every time? This is getting lame." she thought.
But, she was Zoya Farooqui after all. She was restless. She barged into Asad's room where he sat talking to Tanveer. Tanveer was holding his hands and sobbing. The moment Zoya went into the room, Tanveer turned her face away to show some hurt, anger which did not go unnoticed by Asad. He removed his hands from Tanveer's grip and stood up. "What is it now Ms.Farooqui? You have more to accuse now?"
Zoya was taken aback. She stared at him but remembering her mission, she said "Nothing Mr.Khan. I wanted to see if I could borrow your laptop for an hour or so. I can't do what I want to on my ipad".
Asad was surprised but didn't show it. He handed her the laptop but asked "What are you trying to do? ".
"You will know in an hour. Ha Tanveer. Don't go anywhere. I want you to be there when I finish my work. That probably shows why I got confused with those papers if I was in fact confused" Zoya gave a stern, narrow look at Tanveer and nodded a thanks to Asad and left.
"Yeh kya karne wali hai Jammy?" asked Tanveer standing closer to Asad.
"Who knows? She does weird things and even though I get upset, you have no clue what all she can do. She amazes me sometimes with the way she thinks. Makes me scared too" he said. "Come on, let's go out before she fries my laptop." he walked outside to the living room followed by Tanveer.
The scene was worth watching. His coffee table was covered with two laptops and an ipad. They were interconnected and the funny part was Najma and Dilshaad were watching Zoya with all the amusement. "Ms.Farooqui, Yeh kya ho raha hain?" asked Asad to which came no reply. She was happily moving her head and typing some things on the computer. Sometimes on his, and sometimes on Najma's and sometimes on her ipad.
"She has music on Asad. Look at her ears. She can't hear you. Come sit down." Dilshaad said.
Asad rolled his eyes, rubbed his forehead and asked Najma if he could get a cup of coffee.
"Hum banadetein hein jammy" saying that, Tanveer went to the kitchen. She wanted to see what this tamasha is all about.
"All done. I am too good." came the scream.
Everyone was focusing on Zoya. She removed her ear phones and kept her ipod on the table.
"Mr.Khan, good you are here. Could you move the coffee table near the television please?"
"Why? This needs to be here." came the reply.
"I know Mr.Khan. I promise I will let you move it back. I want to connect this computer to the TV to show you all something. It is interesting I promise. Now, use your biceps and triceps and help me." came the bubbly reply.
Asad was curious. What is she upto? She looked very happy and victorious. "Is this about afternoon fiasco about Tanveer's papers?" he thought moving the table along with its contents next to the TV.
Zoya followed him with her ipad. Ipad was like a controller for her.
She hooked couple of wires from computer to the Television and turned on the TV. Changed the mode to display the computer and turned towards the kitchen.
"Tanveer, tum bhi aao. You are needed here to prove something."
Tanveer was scared. Really scared because of what she saw on the TV screen.
It was the website of her bank.
"Aao Tannu. Let's see what Ms.Farooqui wants to show us now" said Asad folding his hands over his chest. Tanveer gave him his coffee mug and stood next to him.
"OK Mr.Khan. This is the same bank statement that came in today that I saw. Am I right Tanveer? This is where you have your account right?" Zoya asked to which Tanveer nodded sheepishly.
"Chalo, yeh to maan liya. Now, let's see some magic" Zoya typed some stuff on Asad's computer and then did something on her ipad to change the screen to Tanveer's account statement.
"Tannu, yeh kya hai?" said Asad looking at all the transactions.
"Yeh hamara nahin hain Jammy" said Tannu faking tears. "Zoya hum pe shaq kar rahi hain" she sobbed.
"Wait Tanveer. I am not doubting you. I wanted to make sure that my brain works the same way it worked before. So, I am proving myself that I was correct when I saw the statements this afternoon. If it is not yours, its alright." Said Zoya picking up the phone.
She followed the trail of the few transfers to the same merchant over the period of 4 months. Tracked their number from the internet and called them by putting on the speaker phone.
"Hello, Good evening. I am calling on behalf of the bank. There has been a dispute on few of the transactions that came to your account from Ms.Tanveer's account. It was told that you never supplied anything since the factory is under renovation due to fire accident." Zoya spoke to the phone.
"Arre madam, aapko kuch galat faimi hogayi hai. She has been our customer for few years. We supply her the materials every month and she gets credit for 3 months. I just sent out the shipment last week and spoke to her confirming it too." the man on the other side said.
"Could you give me her phone number then please? I want to make sure the dispute is addressed properly." Zoya said.
"Mr.Khan, dial the number as he says from your cell please." was her instruction to Asad.
Asad kept the coffee mug on the side table and started dialing. Soon he finished dialing, Tanveer's phone rang.
"Thank you" Zoya said to the guy she was talking to and kept the phone down.
"I rest my case Mr.Khan, I was right and Tanveer was hiding and telling you all stories made of lies." Zoya looked at Asad.
"Nahin Jammy, yeh kuch gadbad hain. Yeh mera nahin hain." Tanveer started again.
"Oh really Tanveer? OK, let me transfer all the money into a charity account. If it is not yours you don't care who loses money right?" Zoya sat down on the floor in front of the computer trying to type.
"Stop it Zoya. You could be causing problems to someone" said Asad angrily.
"No Mr.Khan, it will be reverted back the moment they prove that they didn't transfer it. I will even transfer the money back myself after few days. Till then Tanveer, if you have written any checks to any of your so called 'not your suppliers', they will bounce. Shall I transfer now or you have something to say?" Zoya gave her the last warning.
"Ha, yeh mera hain. I lied so that I could stay here with you all. I was scared to live alone" came another made up story.
Zoya got up and looked at both Asad and Tanveer. She was angry. She said "Phuppi, I am tired and I am going to bed." she removed all the wire connections and gave Najma her laptop.
"Mr.Khan, you can take your laptop and move the table back. Good Night" Zoya marched towards her room.
Asad could see her dancing when she was closer to her room door. He had no idea what this girl has for him in store in the coming years.
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