Happy Friday everyone! 😃 Hope y'all are enjoying your summer and the awesome amazing AsYa scenes! Though I have very mixed reactions of today's episode. 🤔 Anyways, I finally finished the next chapter. Drunk Zoya is back, on popular demand! 😆
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AsYa SS: Asad Ahmed Khan's Bachelor Party
Chapter 4
"You can't. Kyunki aap sirf mere ho...Asad."
The words hung in the air between them for a while. He could still not get over the fact that his name sounded so good when it came from her mouth.
She was standing so close to him and he still had his arms wrapped around her waist. A thought crossed his mind and his eyes flickered to her lips. Only to cause him to scold himself a second later as he realized that it would be totally wrong of him to do anything that would mean he was taking advantage of her drunken state. He quickly let go of her, resuming his usual stoic posture.
"I promise. Now shall we go, Ms. Farooqui?"
If he had thought that taking Zoya to the car would be easier now that he had agreed to her childish promises, he was most definitely wrong.
"Mujhe toh teri lat lag gayi, lag gayi! Zamaana kahe lat yeh galat lag gayi!" Zoya sang at the top of her lungs as they walked towards their car.
Asad thanked the lord that there was no one else present in the parking lot. Otherwise he would be mighty embarrassed with the way she was singing. Not only that, but she was having trouble walking straight and Asad caught her in his arms for the second time to stop her from tripping on her own two feet.
"Ms. Farooqui, watch your step!"
"Roku, jitna...utni bhagawat ho! Lagta hai aise haal-e-dil ki tum zaroorat ho!" Zoya continued singing absent-mindedly while Asad slapped his forehead with his hand.
"Will you stop singing that stupid song?" He finally yelled at her. Zoya froze in the middle of the verse.
"Haaw! Here I am expressing my heart's feelings to you and you are calling it a stupid song!" Zoya asked with a shocked expression. Asad just felt embarrassed.
Allah miyan, now was this her idea of a confession?...Wait! Did I just think Allah miyan? Asad shook his head to clear his thoughts. Focus, Asad! Focus!
"Whatever, just get in the car Ms. Farooqui," he said exasperatedly.
"Haaw!"
"Ab kya hai!?" Asad asked.
"Nothing. It's just that, Mr. Khan you are so rude! You really don't know how to talk to women!" Zoya crossed her arms against her chest, miffed.
"Ms. Farooqui, can we please stop this drama now?"
"It's not a drama Mr. Khan. In fact, I, being the amazing person that I am, feel obliged to teach you a few useful things about life!" Zoya said in her usually chirpy voice while Asad just rolled his eyes.
"First things first, you need to learn how to praise women. Now give me a good compliment otherwise I won't sit in the car!" Zoya folded her arms against her chest and tapped her foot impatiently.
"What nonsense-"
"No, Mr. Khan, it's not nonsense! In fact, it's a very easy task. Here I will give you a demo...Mr. Khan, the leather jacket you are wearing really suits you! Wait, don't get me wrong, you look good in a suit also. But you know this jacket..." Zoya was soon lost in her own ramblings and Asad opened the door of the front seat and easily managed to force her to sit inside. He then walked around the car and sat himself on the driver's seat.
"...But well, I still think you look best without a shirt. I mean your biceps, your triceps-"
"Ms. Farooqui, are you saying that you are only getting married to me because you like my physical appearance?" Asad asked curiously. In response, he got a wide smile from Zoya.
"How could you say that Mr. Khan...Okay, I admit that your six packs is definitely a plus, but that's not the only thing..."
"Hmm...then what is?" Asad couldn't help himself from asking especially when he knew that there would seldom be a better opportunity to hear the truth from him.
Zoya scrunched her nose and thought about it for a second before finally figuring it out.
"You know, I think the thing that attracts me most is the way you love Phuphi. Yes, that's what it is. The fact that I know that if you ever have to choose between anyone and her, even me, you will always choose her. And that Mr. Khan is something I really respect about you!" Zoya finished off.
He was taken aback by her answer and also a little touched. His previous judgements about her haunted him again and he felt bad for ever thinking that she was just a shallow New Yorker. The truth was that Zoya understood...she understood the value of relations and even more than that, she understood him. Just then, her chirpy voice broke into his thoughts again.
"See Mr. Khan! I am so good at giving compliments. Aapki tarah kanjoos nahi hoon mai!" Zoya continued yapping as Asad started the car and started driving, with a light smile that refused to leave his lips.
They had barely drove for five minutes when Zoya started yelling.
"Stop the car! Stop the car!" She shrieked.
The car came to a screeching halt.
"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.
"Ice cream! Mr. Khan, I want ice cream!" Zoya said excitedly pointing towards the ice cream parlour they had just passed by.
"Ms. Farooqui, you made me stop the car just for ice cream!?" Asad asked incredulously.
"Allah miyan, what's wrong with you Mr. Khan? It's not just ice cream!"
"I don't care. And we are going home right-" Asad had started to say but Zoya had already took off her seatbelt and scooted out the car. Asad punched the steering wheel in front of him. And then got out of the car.
Ya Allah! Kya karoon mai iss ladki ka?
"Ms. Farooqui, wait!" Asad grabbed her by the arm to stop her.
"Wait here. I'll go get it for you."
He was thankful when she did not complain and just shrugged her shoulders.
"Which flavour would you like?" Asad asked her.
"Flavour? Oh, yeah...flavour...umm...I want...Forget it! This is just too hard, Mr. Khan!" Zoya sighed exasperatedly and Asad was almost amused by her damsel in distress expressions.
"Aap hi kuch le ayi. I'm sure you know me enough by now," Zoya smiled.
Asad just rolled his eyes and went to get her ice cream not wanting to waste any more time.
"Which flavour, Sir?"
Asad shrugged, "Whichever has the most chocolate..."
He soon returned, only to see Zoya sitting cross-legged on the hood of his car. He shook his head. Only her!
"Thank you so much Mr. Khan! You are the best!" Zoya said excitedly taking the ice cream from his hand and starting to devour it.
Asad could not help but smile as her face lit up and a beautiful smile adorned her face every time she took a bite.
"Mmm...this fudge part is amazing...Will you try some, Mr. Khan?" Zoya asked, holding out a spoon to him.
"No thanks Ms. Farooqui," Asad murmured.
Zoya shrugged and continued eating.
"You know Mr. Khan, you are really too quiet," she said while taking another bite of the ice cream.
"I know it's in your nature, but don't you think you ought to express yourself a little more often?"
The question was a sharp reminder of something he had totally forgotten about. He was supposed to confess his love to Zoya before they were married!
"Umm, Ms. Farooqui-" Asad started to say but Zoya interrupted him.
"Mr. Khan, if it wasn't for all the times that I saw your concern when I had those near-death experiences, I would genuinely believe that you don't care about me. At all."
Asad looked up at her. She wasn't looking at him, but staring blankly somewhere else. Yet, there was sadness in her eyes that he couldn't miss and he felt something pulling at his heart.
"You know Mr. Khan, sometimes I wish something bad would happen to me. Just so you would come save me and show me that you care..."
"Zoya!" Asad gasped.
"Never, ever, say that again! And don't you ever wish something stupid like that!" Asad said angrily and putting emphasis on each and every word.
She looked at him and he saw tears forming in her eyes, tears that wrenched his heart.
"Why not, Mr. Khan!?" She then took a deep breath before continuing, "I know Mr. Khan that you don't want to get married to me. At least if something happens to me, you won't have to-"
But Asad did not let her finish for he had pulled her into a tight hug.
"Khuda na kare ke aap ko kabhi bhi kuch bhi ho," Asad said while patting her head softly. Her next words made him freeze.
"Why doesn't anyone love me Mr. Khan!? Why does everyone always leave me and go!?" Zoya cried. Asad contemplated her words for a second before just tightening his grip on her, letting her sob in his chest. He continued to pat her head.
"That's not true Ms. Farooqui. Why do you feel this way?" Asad said in a soothing voice.
"Yes, it is true Mr. Khan. First my ammi left, then my abbu! And watch, when everyone finds out that we've been faking this marriage stuff and playing with their emotions, Aapi, Phoopi, Najma, even they will leave me! You were right Mr. Khan! I'm such a misfit in everyone's life! That's why everyone leaves me!"
Asad closed his eyes for a few seconds, cursing himself for his careless words, before gently placing his hands on her shoulder and pulling her away from himself.
"Look at me, Zoya," he demanded, but she continued to stare at the ground as tears cascaded from her face.
"Look here," his voice softened and he gently raised her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to finally look at him.
"You are not a misfit. In fact, there is no one else I know that fits more perfectly...in my family, in my life, or in my heart... Zoya, mai tumse-"
And then his stupid phone rang. Great! Just great! Asad thought, running his hand through his hair exasperatedly.
It was his Ammi, and she sounded worried. Really worried. After all, it was past 1 am and both Asad and Zoya were no where to be found. Asad reassured that they were fine and would be reaching home shortly.
Meanwhile, Zoya sat there with a smile on her face. Asad had called her perfect!
"Umm, Ms. Farooqui, if you are done your ice cream, can we go home? Woh, actually...Ammi is getting really worried."
"Sure Mr. Khan!" Zoya smiled very widely at him and hopped off the car. He breathed a sigh of relief that she was no longer crying.
Luckily, the ice cream parlour was not too far from their home and Asad managed to drive Zoya home without any further mishaps. As they walked into the house, Phupee, Najma, and Tanveer rushed into the living room.
"Hey, Phupee! Hey, Najma!" Zoya exclaimed, over-excitedly and even took turns hugging them tightly, much to their surprise. Needless to say, Tanveer was completely ignored by her.
"I missed you guys sooo much!"
"Uhh...we missed you too, beta," Dilshaad replied, although a little uncertainly as she had just spent some time with Zoya a couple hours ago. Yet, Zoya seemed so hyper!
She looked questioningly at Asad who averted her eyes and was all of a sudden very interested in the ceiling. Right then, Tanveer rushed to him and grabbed both his hands in her own.
"Where did you go, Jammy? I was so worried!" She started to say, before Asad could open his mouth in reply.
Zoya immediately narrowed her eyes at their hands. Mr. Khan had promised that he would not hold Tanveer's hand for more than five seconds!
Miss. Zoya Farooqui would not let her Jahanpanah-Six-Packs break his promise, now would she? Zoya walked towards both of them and then surprised everybody by standing up on the couch beside Asad.
Before Asad knew what was happening, she lowered her head to his ear and screamed, "Tick-tick one! Tick-tick two! Tick-tick three!"
A startled Asad immediately let go of Tanveer's hands. Meanwhile, Dilshaad, Najma, and Tanveer just stared at Zoya with shocked expressions. She gave them all a triumphant smile.
"Ms. Farooqui, get off the couch!" Asad snapped at her.
"Asad, will you tell us what is going on? Aur yeh Zoya ko kya ho gaya?" Dilshaad questioned, eying Zoya worriedly.
Asad massaged the bridge of his nose before finally answering.
"Ammi woh actually..." Asad started to say.
"Phir se, woh actually!" Zoya slapped her palm on her forehead.
Dilshaad found this heartily amusing though Asad ignored her and continued.
"Ammi...You see, there was a little accident...Ms. Farooqui had some orange juice and- and...the orange juice had some alcohol. But it was an accident - I mean - she didn't drink it on purpose!" Asad struggled with his words before finally blurting out the truth.
Dilshaad and Najma both gasped and covered their mouths with their hands. They looked up at Zoya, who was still standing on the couch. She gave them a bright smile in response and then proceeded to make dirty faces at Tanveer.
"Zoya, aap teek toh ho na?" Najma asked worried.
"Of course, Tamatar! In fact I have never felt so wonderful in my life!" Zoya exclaimed with her arms open wide.
"Ms. Farooqui, get off the couch," Asad grumbled.
"But, I like it here Mr. Khan! It feels very nice to look down at you for a change!" Zoya said excitedly, while Asad sighed in frustration.
"Good night, Asad. Good night, Zoya," Dilshaad patted her son on the shoulder, having a hard time not smiling.
"Good night Phupee! Sweet dreams! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" Zoya bursted out into a fit of giggles.
"Challo Najma...Tanveer," Dilshaad motioned for them to leave the couple alone and Asad stared in shock as his mother, sister and best friend deserted him to deal with the Great Musibat alone. How could they!?
When they disappeared into their rooms he turned back to Zoya who sniffled.
"I will miss you, Phoopi," she said as she wiped away imaginary tears on her face with a grief-stricken expression.
"Woh sirf sone ja rahi hai!" Asad said gruffly.
"Hmph, aap nahi samjhenge, Mr. Khan. Dil jo nahi hai aap ke paas!" Zoya retorted and Asad just shook his head.
"Anyways, how's the temperature down there Mr. Khan?" Zoya smirked.
"You still did not get off my couch! Look, it's getting dirty because of your shoes!" Asad exclaimed, the panic evident in his voice.
"I! Will! Not! I told you I like it here!"
"Ms. Farooqui, look at the time! Don't you want to go to sleep?" Asad asked exasperatedly.
"I'm not tired yet," came the curt reply.
"Ms. Farooqui agar aap five seconds mein neeche utarke apne bedroom mein nahi gayi, toh mujhe aapko uthake leke jaana parega!" Asad warned.
Zoya's face lit up.
"Really!? Phir toh mai yahan se bilkul nahi hilne wali Mr. Khan!" Zoya said happily, making Asad massage his forehead in frustration. He hesitated for a few seconds before finally sweeping her right off her feet and into his strong arms.
"Weeeh!!" Zoya said excitedly as Asad carried her to her room.
"Bilkul pagal hai," Asad muttered under his breath. Just then she stopped making noises and her head flopped down on his chest. Their closeness making him slightly uncomfortable, Asad cleared his throat.
"Ms. Farooqui, what are you doing?" He said after finally managing to find his voice.
"I'm tired, Mr. Khan," Zoya said in a soft voice. She yawned and closed her eyes. They finally reached their room, and Asad was surprised to see there was no mess.
"Clean, na? Just the way you like it," Zoya murmered sleepily and Asad almost smiled.
Her eyes were still closed when he placed her gently on her bed.
Sleep was a very magical thing... It made even the most devilish of creatures seem angelic. He thought with a bemused expression as he stared down at her peaceful face. He was gently pushing back some wisps of her hair off her face when a thought struck him. What about his confession!?
"Zoya?" He called out, but there was no response. She was fast asleep, already in a different world from his. He sighed. His ammi was going to kill him!
He pulled up her comforter to protect her from the cold, switched off the lamp on her bedside table, and finally stood up. Asad whispered into the air.
"Sweet dreams, Ms. Farooqui."
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Writing this SS is a lot of fun. But I'm afraid there is only one more chapter left. 🤔 But you guys keep commenting otherwise who knows, I might just make this the last chapter! 😛
Edited by xxDaydreameRxx - 12 years ago
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