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Chp 5-
"I will make sure I cancel all the planes from Bhopal to New York!", said Najma repeating her bhaijaan's words to which Asad looked away.
He walked over to Zoya's room and knocked. When he did not get any reply, he carefully opened the door and peeped in.
He heard the shower run and close. He waited. After a few minutes the washroom door opened. Zoya came out wiping her hair, wearing a bath wrap.
Asad stared at her.
"Mr. Khan! Aap jaiye yahan se!", she shreiked which got Asad back into his senses. He quickly turned around and walked out of the door shutting it.
Asad's POV
"Ya allah! Ye maine kya kar diya! Zoya mere baare mein kya soch rahi hogi! And what was wrong with her left arm?"
Zoya's POV
"Allah miya!!! Mr. Khan ne mujhe iss haal mein dekha!!! Agar mere haathon ko dekh liya ho to? And he saw me in a damn bath wrap! WHAT THE HELL!!!! Ab to mujhe lecture milega hi milega.. Par galti unki thi... Sorry bolna to unhe aata nahi hai.. Upar se mujhpar hi chillaenge!"
She barged into his room as usual and turned around immediately after looking at the sight of Asad in his jeans and white shirt with his buttons all undone. His six packs showing.
"I'm sorry.. Maine kuch nahi dekha! Apki chest bhi nahi aur aapke six packs bhi nahi!", she squealed.
"I mean.. I thought ke aap mujhe tameez aur tehzeeb pe lecture denge and also me wearing a bathwrap.. I thought you would shout at me for all that!", she said sincerely.
"It was an accident Miss Farooqui.. And bathroom mein aise kapde nahi pehenengi to kya salwar kameez pehenengi?", he questioned indending it to be of a slight humour.
"Mr. Khan??? Aapne joke kiya?", she questioned in a shock.
"Joke nahi tha Miss Farooqui.. They were sheer facts! And waise bhi.. You're my friend now! Dosto ke saath to joke kar sakte hain right?", he asked.
"Well.. Of course main aapki dost hu ab.. But I didn't expect you to pull off a joke!", she said.
"I did not pull it off Miss Farooqui.. You didn't laugh at it did you?", he replied.
"Isi baat pe ek sher arz hai..", she squealed.
Asad rolled his eyes as he smiled and she narrated.
"Butter ke saath Jam hota hai.. Jam ke saath hota hai Toast!
Butter ke saath Jam hota hai.. Jam ke saath hota hai Toast!
Ab to Miss Farooqui chhodiye.. Zoya bulaiye mere dost!"
"Shukriya Shukriya!", she squealed feeling proud of herself.
"Wah wah kahiye Mr. Khan!", she ordered.
"Wah wah Miss Farooqui!", he said sternly.
"Maine uss sher mein kya kaha tha Mr. Khan?", she asked irritated.
"Butter ke saath Jam hota hai.. Jam ke saath hota hai Toast! Ab to Miss Farooqui chhodiye.. Zoya bulaiye mere dost!", said Asad repeating her sher in a stern manner.
Zoya laughed her heart out.
"Aap has kyun rahi hain Miss Farooqui?", he asked confused.
"I told you to call me Zoya Mr. Khan... Ab aap mere dost hain! This sher was for you!", she replied controlling her laughter.
"You know what Zoya.. I have a name.. It's Asad!", he said as a matter of factly in a husky whisper.
"I know your name is Asad Ahmed Khan!", she replied in a low whisper.
"Even I know my name Zoya.. But now that we are friends and I have to call you Zoya.. Then you have to call me Asad!", he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine.
"Now you better continue to call me that Zoya!", he whispered and dropped a kiss on her cheek. He winked and walked out of his room leaving Zoya stunned at what just happened.
"I will make sure I cancel all the planes from Bhopal to New York!", said Najma repeating her bhaijaan's words to which Asad looked away.
He walked over to Zoya's room and knocked. When he did not get any reply, he carefully opened the door and peeped in.
He heard the shower run and close. He waited. After a few minutes the washroom door opened. Zoya came out wiping her hair, wearing a bath wrap.
Asad stared at her.
"Mr. Khan! Aap jaiye yahan se!", she shreiked which got Asad back into his senses. He quickly turned around and walked out of the door shutting it.
Asad's POV
"Ya allah! Ye maine kya kar diya! Zoya mere baare mein kya soch rahi hogi! And what was wrong with her left arm?"
Zoya's POV
"Allah miya!!! Mr. Khan ne mujhe iss haal mein dekha!!! Agar mere haathon ko dekh liya ho to? And he saw me in a damn bath wrap! WHAT THE HELL!!!! Ab to mujhe lecture milega hi milega.. Par galti unki thi... Sorry bolna to unhe aata nahi hai.. Upar se mujhpar hi chillaenge!"
She barged into his room as usual and turned around immediately after looking at the sight of Asad in his jeans and white shirt with his buttons all undone. His six packs showing.
"I'm sorry.. Maine kuch nahi dekha! Apki chest bhi nahi aur aapke six packs bhi nahi!", she squealed.
"I mean.. I thought ke aap mujhe tameez aur tehzeeb pe lecture denge and also me wearing a bathwrap.. I thought you would shout at me for all that!", she said sincerely.
"It was an accident Miss Farooqui.. And bathroom mein aise kapde nahi pehenengi to kya salwar kameez pehenengi?", he questioned indending it to be of a slight humour.
"Mr. Khan??? Aapne joke kiya?", she questioned in a shock.
"Joke nahi tha Miss Farooqui.. They were sheer facts! And waise bhi.. You're my friend now! Dosto ke saath to joke kar sakte hain right?", he asked.
"Well.. Of course main aapki dost hu ab.. But I didn't expect you to pull off a joke!", she said.
"I did not pull it off Miss Farooqui.. You didn't laugh at it did you?", he replied.
"Isi baat pe ek sher arz hai..", she squealed.
Asad rolled his eyes as he smiled and she narrated.
"Butter ke saath Jam hota hai.. Jam ke saath hota hai Toast!
Butter ke saath Jam hota hai.. Jam ke saath hota hai Toast!
Ab to Miss Farooqui chhodiye.. Zoya bulaiye mere dost!"
"Shukriya Shukriya!", she squealed feeling proud of herself.
"Wah wah kahiye Mr. Khan!", she ordered.
"Wah wah Miss Farooqui!", he said sternly.
"Maine uss sher mein kya kaha tha Mr. Khan?", she asked irritated.
"Butter ke saath Jam hota hai.. Jam ke saath hota hai Toast! Ab to Miss Farooqui chhodiye.. Zoya bulaiye mere dost!", said Asad repeating her sher in a stern manner.
Zoya laughed her heart out.
"Aap has kyun rahi hain Miss Farooqui?", he asked confused.
"I told you to call me Zoya Mr. Khan... Ab aap mere dost hain! This sher was for you!", she replied controlling her laughter.
"You know what Zoya.. I have a name.. It's Asad!", he said as a matter of factly in a husky whisper.
"I know your name is Asad Ahmed Khan!", she replied in a low whisper.
"Even I know my name Zoya.. But now that we are friends and I have to call you Zoya.. Then you have to call me Asad!", he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine.
"Now you better continue to call me that Zoya!", he whispered and dropped a kiss on her cheek. He winked and walked out of his room leaving Zoya stunned at what just happened.
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