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Asad stood in his room, burning with anger. This girl was the god damn limit! Everytime he thought she would change or at least have a quality or two that he would like, she goes ahead and gives him a big blow in the head. What the hell was she thinking when she wore that piece of rag in front of everyone?! Had she lost the puny amount of sense that she had too? He massaged his head between his fingers and tried to relax. There were more important things to be handled right now. But when did God ever listen to him? In came the biggest problem of his life.
"Mr. Khan what was that outside?" Zoya stood with the stole in her hand. The one Mr. Khan had handed her to cover herself up.
Asad decided to remain quiet otherwise she'd definitely cry buckets today.
"Main aap se baat kar rahi hoon, Mr. Khan! Aap ko kya lagta hai? Maine kuch galat kiya hai? Ki main-"
"Stop it! Just stop it!" Oopsie, now he was angry.
Zoya's mouth fell open at the tone of his voice, "Aap mujhse keh rahi hain, what's wrong with me? What's wrong with you Miss. Farooqui?! Aapne ek baar bhi nahi socha ki aapke yeh
disgusting aur degrading sense of dressing se hum sab ko kitna embarass hona padega?"
"Embarass? Mr. Khan maine ultimately kapde hi pehene hai! Aap aise baat kar rahe hain jaise main aise hi sab ke saamne aa gayi thi. Bina kapdon ke."
"See! Aapke baat karne ka tone, aapki baatein, sab kuch! Sab kuch bilkul waise hai jaisa main apni biwi mein nahi chahta tha! Aap mein tehzeeb aur adab ki koi kadra nahi hai!"
"Mr. Khan main aapko hazaar bar keh chuki hoon ki tehzeeb kisike kapdon se nahi, unke nature aur behavior se aati hai! Aap khud bade suit pehenke ghoomte hain, magar aapne aaj tak ek baar bhi mujhse normally ya thande dimaag se baat ki hai?"
"Aap jaisi ladki ko normal baatein samajh mein kahaan aati hai, Miss Farooqui? Aap toh sirf wahin karti hai jo aapka so called dill kehta hai! Bahar Maulvi sahab ke saamne aap aise
kapdon mein aa gayi! Hum sab ko embarass kiya aapne! Kya soch rahe hongey woh? Ki main, Asad Ahmed Khan, jo apne usoolon aur neeyamon ka itna pakka hoon, woh ek aisi ladki se
nikah kar raha hai jisse kapde pehenne ki bhi tameez nahi hai?!"
"Aur jo aapne kiya woh? Woh tameez thi Mr. Khan? Sabke saamne aapne woh stole mujh par aise pheka jaise main...main..You know what? Forget it! Aap mujhe bataiye, kya aapne kabhi bhi aisa koi kaam na kiya ho jo mujhe pasand na ho? Mujhe nahi acha lagta aap Tanveer se baat karte hai, kya aap usse baat karna band kar dengey? Boliye?! Mujhe nai acha lagta aap har baar mujhe rulate hain, kya aap yeh band kar dengey?! Kahiye!!"
"Jo aap keh rahi hain woh bilkul alag hai! At least main aapko sare aam aapki family ke saamne embarass nahi karta!"
"Oh really? Toh apni hone wali biwi ko thappad maarna aapki tehzeeb hai? Usse baar baar apne guzrey huey Ammi-Abbu ke baare mein yaad dilana aapki tehzeeb hai? Agar aisa hai na Mr. Khan, toh I must say. Iss duniya ke sabse bade tehzeebdar insaan hai aap!"
"Miss. Farooqui purani baaton ko beech mein mat laiye! Aap mere liye, meri family ke liye galat hai toh hai! Aur yeh baat aap bhi jaanti hain! Bas aap uss par amal karke apne aap ko badalna nahi chahti!"
"You know what Mr. Khan? You are a male chauvinistic pig and a sexually frustrated man!" Zoya yelled through her tears and turned to go, but stopped.
"What did you say? Sexually frustrated? Aap ka dimag kharaab ho gaya hai!"
"Kyun Mr. Khan? Main yahaan aapke saamne itni choti si skirt mein khadi hoon, hum donon akele hain, phir bhi aap mujhe dekhne ke bajaiye mujhe taunt kar rah hai? Ise aap sexually challenged nahi kahengey toh phir kya kahengey?! Aapko toh kuch feel bhi nahi hota!"
"Miss. Farooqui mujhe kya feel hota hai aur kya nahin yeh main jaanta hoon! Don't try to act smart with me and get that tiny thing off right now!"
"It's called a skirt Mr. Khan! And on the contrary, aaj toh main bahar yahi pehenke jaungi! Aap nahi toh kam se kam doosre aadmi toh dekh kar compliment karengey mujhe! Aap apni uss nakli Tannu ko dekhte rahiye!" She turned to go but Asad held her arm.
"You're not stepping out of this house wearing this." He spat.
"Main toh anyways besharam hoon na Mr. Khan? Kya farak padhta hai? Maine toh already aapko embarass kar diya hai." She said with sarcasm dripping from her words.
Suddenly she was pulled back and banged against the closed door of Asad's room. He held her in his strong arms, "Aap kahin nahin jaayengi! Aapko yeh pehenna hai toh aap yahin pehenengi. Not outside. Samjhi aap?"
"Kyun Mr. Khan? Jealous?" She asked him, remembering his constant taunts regarding Tanveer.
"Aap meri hone wali biwi hain, chahe main chahun ya na chahun. Aur aapka hone wale shauhar yeh chahta hai ki aap aise kapde humaare bedroom ke limit ke bahar na pehene. That's it. Am I clear, Ms. Farooqui?" He asked her, their breaths mingling. Zoya nodded meekly and Asad let her go.
After she'd left, Asad loosened his tie and his trousers, throwing himself for a cold shower. This girl would be the end of him!
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