Hey! My first AsYa OS. So, I am not exactly happy with it but now that it's been written, I can't help but post it. Here goes nothing! :)
The Art Of Saying 'I Love You'
Three words. 10 characters (including the spaces). '1 4 3' in code language if you are a teenager. How tough can it get? Only Asad Ahmed Khan knew.
Love. Pyaar. Ishq. Mohabbat. These were the words that he always stayed away from. He never thought he would be chasing them one day himself. So the big question still remained- how would he express his feelings to Ms. Farooqui?
Red roses? 'I Love You' cards? Gazebo proposal? Morse Code?
As he paced the length of his room, he thought and re-thought about the various ways in which he could say that phrase which would finally let Ms. Farooqui know that he really...really...loved her.
He had to prove that he was not emotionally challenged. Maybe a little.
He glanced at the watch in his room. It was exactly 3 AM. Would she be awake? Highly improbable. But in the end, it was Ms. Farooqui. You could never be too sure.
He went across the hall and keeping his etiquettes aside, he peeked in her room. She was slumped on her bed, too engrossed listening to music on her iPad to even notice him.
He soon realized he was smiling to himself looking at her. Stop it! he told himself but regardless, continued smiling.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He could very well tell her now! Everyone was sound asleep but them both and so there would be no disturbance either. It was just perfect!
Then again, how? As if on cue, his brain gave him another idea. He immediately set to work.
What had Ammi said again?
'A sorry and an I love you is all she wants.'
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The pizza box in one hand and the can of Coke in the other, he knocked on her bedroom door, hoping she had not slept yet. Of course she hadn't.
She frowned at the noise and came up to the door to find Mr. Khan standing with a pizza box and a can of Coke in the other, smiling lightly at her. Her jaw dropped down on seeing Mr. Khan with pizza and Coke. That was a sight she thought she wouldn't witness at least in this lifetime.
"Ms. Farooqui, may I come in?" Asked Asad like it was absolutely normal for him to land outside his to-be-wife's bedroom at 3 AM with food.
"Uh-huh" she said, nodding. Then regaining her composure, she blabbered,"Mr. Khan, I swear I had kept the leftover pizza and the coke in the fridge and even cleaned the dining table. You can even check my--"
"Ms. Farooqui, I know" said Asad, a small smile still playing on his face, he entered the room.
"Oh, okay. Then you got this pizza and coke to ask me if you could eat it too? Of course you can! Trust me; you will only want to eat more and more of it. You will never ever get tired of eating it. It is even more delicious than--"
"Ms. Farooqui, I got this for you" said Asad simply.
"Me? Oh okay. Actually, I should thank you for this" she said, taking the pizza and coke from him, settling back on her bed and continued," I was feeling really hungry. I always get these weird hunger pangs late at night. You know in New York, my roommate and I had this awesome--"
"Zoya, I think I... I mean, I know... I am very sure that I... You do know that we are very different, right?" Said Asad, feeling more nervous by every minute.
Zoya, who had just bitten into the pizza, glared at Asad. She kept the pizza slice back in the box, got off her bed, cleaned her hands on her pajamas, walked up to Asad and said in a low voice," Mr. Khan, if you came in the middle of the night to my room, so that you could tell me this, let me make something very clear to you. Yes, we are different. Very different. I have completely understood what you mean. I have dissected every word of it. We. Are. Different." She said, poking her finger in his chest with every word, "You do not have to remind me again and again. I know that you think we are very wrong for each other. If you want, we can still go to Phoopi and Aapi and try to call off this---"
Before she could say any further, Asad had kept his palm on her mouth preventing her from uttering another word.
"Never ever say such a thing again, Ms. Farooqui" he said, his voice a little choked up.
She felt tears at the corner of her eyes but she forced them back inside and letting her anger take over she said," You are the one who is forcing me to say it, Mr. Khan! You have been saying that we are different every time you get a chance! Yesterday night in the backyard, tonight before dinner and even in the middle of the night, that is all--"
"Zoya, I love you." He said softly.
"-- you can think about! Seriously---" Suddenly realizing that he might have said something which was important, she asked," Huh? What did you just say?"
Asad ran a hand through his hair, feeling absolutely frustrated with her. He could do this. It was only the first time that was tough. He was Asad Ahmed Khan. He was not emotionally challenged.
"Main aapse mohabbat karta hoon" he repeated, gauging her reactions.
She let the words sink in one after the other. He loved her. He really did. Like really. Not a dream. Not even a day dream. He had said it. So she must say it back. Now.
"Mr. Khan---"
But obviously, her emotionally challenged Mr. Khan had already gone back to his room.
She sighed, shook her head and grinned at herself. Mr. Khan had to learn a lot as far saying 'I love you' was concerned.
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