AsYa fun-fic:From slap to kiss || Part-6 pg-40 || - Page 9

ouch mr. asad ahmed khan got slapped? nice going 'immy' please continue soon 😳

i am already in love with your FF loved this first chapter and Zoya's Entry
Amazing

Precap: Asad was hanging out with his friends Immy (Imtiaaz), Maddy and Shaheen. A mysterious girl came and asked for Imtiaaz Rehman. Immy jokingly pointed to Asad. The girl mistakes Asad for Imtiaaz and planted a tight slap across his face. Everyone, specially Asad was shocked to the core. Before leaving, the lady informed that her name was Zoya Farooqui.

CHAPTER-2:The explanation

"What the f... was THAT for? Lady, Are you freaking crazy?" Immy was the first one to come out of the collective coma the group had fallen into after the slap..

Zoya stopped and turned slowly to face Immy. He flinched at the menacing look in her eyes and took two steps back.

"You better ask Mr. Rehman about it. I am sure he will have a better explanation for this." Zoya eyed Asad with disgust. Asad was still standing motionless, like a statue.

Immy vehemently shook his head "No, I don't...mera matlab hai ke he doesn't have anything to do with you, I am sure. In fact, I don't think he has ever seen you in his life."

"Dua kijiye ke dobara dekhne ka mauka bhi na aaye." Zoya sneered and was about to walk away, but Immy ran after her and blocked her way.

"Ruko. Tum aise nehi jaa sakti. Koi bhi random ladki aake mujhe...I mean mere dost ko aise thappad mar ke chali jaye, I will not let that happen so easily. You owe us an explanation, and it should better be a good one." Immy folded his hand on his chest and raised his eyebrows.

"Lagta hai badtameezi karne mein aap apne dost se kuch kam nehi hai. Thik hai, agar aap ke dost ko khud batate hue itni sharam aa rahi hai, toh main hi bata deti hoon..." Zoya's voice was thick with sarcasm. She took a deep breath and began:

"About a month back, your friend's music band, 'Chaos' held an audition in Bhopal for a female lead singer. I hope unhe yaad hai. Honestly speaking, I have never seen 'Chaos' performing live on stage. Couldn't afford the pricey tickets actually, but I have heard a lot about if from my friends. Eventually, I auditioned for it and the band manager, Mr. Tiwari informed me that I have been selected. He told me meet the band's base guitarist, Mr. Imtiaaz Rehman after two weeks. Accordingly, I went to 'Chaos' office yesterday, with all my voice clips and video clips." Zoya paused to steady herself, as angry tears threatened to choke her voice, then continued "after waiting about five hours in the reception, finally the manager came to inform me that Janab thoda busy hai, toh who mujhse nehi mil sakte. But if I agree to join him for a cup of "Coffee" at night...Zoya made the 'quote-unquote' symbols with her hands " then Mr. Rehman might take my "talent" into consideration and make a place for me in the band."

Everyone in the group let out a gasp in unison and stared incredulously at Immy.

"I swear I don't know nothing about it." Immy cried out "Yeh Zaroor uss kamina manager aur Aakki (lead singer Aakash) ka chaal hai. Those insufferable bust**ds!"

"Please don't make lame excuses to save your friend's face." Zoya sounded exasperated. "Aur aap...aap kuch bol kyon nehi rahe hai, Mr. Rehman? Aap ko sharam nehi aayi ek sharif ladki ko iss tarha ka indecent proposal dete hue? People like you have turned music into business and singers into commodity." Zoya pointed his finger threateningly at Asad. "Aap sangeet ke bare mein kuch nehi jante Mr. Rehman. Wait, I will show you what music is." Zoya abruptly picked up Immy's guitar, almost tore the cover open and held it close to her heart. Her long, thin fingers moved on the strigs as she broke into a song;

Kaisi teri khudgarzi/ Na dhoop chune na chhaaon
Kaisi teri khudgarzi/ Kisi thor tike na paaon
Ban liya apna paigambar/Tar liya tu saat samandar
Phir bhi sookha mann ke andar kyun reh gaya

Re Kabira maan jaa
Re Faqeera maan jaa
Aaja tujhko pukaare teri parchhaaiyan
Re Kabira maan ja
Re Faqeera maan ja
Kaisa tu hai nirmohi kaisa harjaaiya

Her voice was perfectly tuned; melodious yet powerful. The song floated through the crowd, turning everyone silent, captivating everyone's heart. Her voice was brimming with a rare kind of honesty and genuineness. Asad couldn't take his eyes of her face. Her eyes were closed, her face radiant with a divine glow as she put her heart out into the song.

Asad was so lost into her beautiful face that he didn't even realize when she had stopped singing. It was only when she put the guitar down with a loud thud, Asad became aware of his surroundings again.

"Main aap se ek wada karti hoon, Mr. Rehman." Every word of her was laced with conviction "One day I will be on that stage, chahe woh 'Chaos' ke saath ho, ya 'Chaos' ke bina. Mujha wohaan jaane se koi nehi rok sakta. Na aap jaise log, aur na yeh duniya".

Asad's gaze followed her as she walked away poignantly, her shoulders slightly slumped, signifying her ordeal in life, but her head held high, ready to take on new challenges. *Ya Allah, inhe kisi ki nazar na lage* Asad was not sure why his heart prayed for her, but surprisingly, it felt good.

"Oh man! Was she for real or what!" Immy murmered, echoing everyone's thought in the group.

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After a few days:

Asad was busy in a meeting with his clients when his phone rang. "Excuse me Gentlemen", he picked up the phone. It was Immy. Asad hesitated for a moment. After the slap incident, he has not spoken with him even once. Immy's histrionics had pissed him off big time and Asad mentally swore to teach him a lesson. However, it was kinda difficult to be forever angry with Immy. After pondering for a few more minutes, Asad finally received the call.

"Hello?" He tried to sound aloof and distant.

No response from the other side.

"Hello, Immy?" Asad was slightly worried. *Ab yeh kaunsa naya naatak hai, phone kar ke baat nehi karna!*

The sound of a muffled sob came from the other side. "Aa..sad", Immy was slurring, "tu mujhse baat kyon nehi kar raha...Aasad tu...tu mera bhaaii hai...mera bhai...mujhse baat kyon nehi kar rahaaa..." Immy couldn't finish his sentence and burst into tears.

*Ya Allah, he's been drinking again! Kamina phir se daaru pee ke senti ho gaya! Sh*t man!* Asad almost felt like crying himself. If there is anything in the world worse than Immy's histrionics, it's drunken Immy's 'dramebaazi'.

"Immy tu kahan hai? " Asad was getting impatient now. This is an unfortunate time for Immy to get drunk. Asad's clients were waiting and this meeting was really important for him. But somehow, in his heart he knew that he had to be there for Immy, no matter whatever the circumstances were.

"Main...mujhe lag raha hai main ek space ship mein hoon!" Immy's voice was dreamy.

"Kya...naam kya hai space ship ka?" Asad tried his best to reason with him.

"B-blue Orchid". Immy blurted out. Asad let out a sigh of relief. The 'Blue Orchid' was pretty close to his office, only two blocks away. This shouldn't be difficult.

"Okay, you stay there. Main adhe ghante mein aa raha hoon."

"Jaldi aanaa...yahan tere liye ek surprise hai!" Immy chuckled and cut the phone.

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The 'Blue Orchid' was a famous resto-bar in Bhopal. Asad had never really set foot on a bar before. On entering the place, he was impressed by the spacious and well decorated interior. As usual, his arrival was immediately greeted with inviting glances from the women clan and jealous looks from their boyfriends. However, Asad was blissfully unaware of the havoc caused by his charm as his eyes searched impatiently for Immy.

*Ah! There he is.* Asad approached the table where Immy was sitting with two huge mugs of foaming beer. As soon as Immy's eyes fell on him, his face broke into a child like grin. He struggled to stand up on his feet. "Aa'sad, hey my bro, tu aa gayaa'look what a surprise I've got for you'" He pointed towards the stage.

Asad grabbed Immy's shoulders to prevent him from collapsing and forced him to sit on the chair again.

"Immy, tune phirse peena suru kar diya? Tujhe aapne culture, aapne religion ka zara bhi lihaz nehi hai! Achcha forget about culture, tujhe apne aap ka bhi koi fikr hai? You are a singer, at least for your music's sake you should quit, Immy." Asad shook his head with disappointment.

"Arre mere 'tehzeeb ki dukan', tu aapna 'Aastha channel' thoda mute pe rakh na, please! Look boss, my funda is quite simple. Jaana toh ek din sab hi ko hai, so why to go unceremoniously? It's better to burn bright, even if for a few minutes, than to fade away gradually." Immy flashed his innocent smile again.

"Yeh sab tu nehi, tera daaru bol raha hai." Asad rolled his eyes "and don't you dare use crappy lines like 'fading away gradually' blah blah blah to me. Tu kahin nehi jaa raha hai, samjha?" Asad stroked his hair fondly.

Suddenly, a familiar voice grabbed Asad's attention. A beautiful lady, clad in a backless red gown was performing on stage. Asad recognized her in an instant. That voice, and that face were hard to forget.

"is that the same girl, that Zoya Farooqui, on stage?" Asad exclaimed.

"Arre yehi toh hai mera surprise." Immy winked.

"Immy, I can't believe this. Tu iss ka picha karte karte yahan tak chala aaya!" Asad frowned.

"No dude, I am not a creepy stalker. It seems that our friend Miss Zoya has taken up the job here only a week back. I am a regular to this place, but never seen her before."

The girl was crooning a soft sufi-rock ballad which blended quite well with the ambience of the place.

Maahi ve mohabbata sachiya ne/ mang da naseeba kuch hor hai...

Kismat de mare asi ki kariye/Kismat te kis da zor hai

Ik taraf ishq hai tanha tanha
Ik taraf husn hai rusva rusva
Dono bebas huye hai kuch aise
Kare to kise kare hum shikva
Maahi ve...

Asad didn't know whether it was about the song, or the melancholy in her voice, but it transported him back to the day of his break-up with Shaheen.

*Flashback*

Shaheen glanced at the watch for the umpteenth time. It was 3 pm. It'd been 2 hours since she was sitting in the cafe, waiting for Asad. Still there was no sign of him.

Another 15 minutes passed. Finally she saw Asad, almost running towards the caf. Shaheen got up from the chair. "That's it, Asad. Enough is enough." She muttered under her breath.

"Baby, I am so sorry! I know I am the worst boyfriend ever, but please listen to me once. I had to attend this seminar on..."

Shaheen cut him off with a gesture of her hand. "Asad, shayad tum yeh bhi bhul gaye ke you were supposed to meet my abbu-ammi today! You promised me that you'll talk to them about our future, about US." Angry tears rolled down Shaheen's cheeks.

"No, please...stop crying baby. Mujhe yaad hai, but I need some more time to think about it. Please baby, try to understand my situation. I have a family to look after, Ek taraf Ammi hai, jo kabhi kuch nehi kehti, par mujhe pata hai ke who andar se puri tarha toot chuki hai, dusri taraf Najma ki padai,uski shaadi ke liye future planning...hamesha mere dimaag mein yehi baatein chalti rehti hai, Baby, I can't afford to think about myself right now..." Asad looked helplessly at her, silently begging her to understand his ordeal.

"Asad, pichle teen saal mein kya ek bar bhi tumne humare bare mein socha hai ? I can understand your responsibilities, but have you completely forgotten your responsibility towards our relationship? I guess it's not your priority anymore. Well, I'm not complaining about it, par tum yeh yon bhul jaate ho ke main bhi ek ladki hoon! Mere bhi kuch sapne hai, armaan hai...

Asad didn't know what to say. He was fully aware of the fact that he is a difficult man to fall in love with. After a long pause, he finally looked into her eyes and said "Perhaps I'll never be able to fulfill your dreams, you know na how I am...all I can say is please mujhe thoda waqt de do..."

"Tumhe waqt chahiye na Asad, thik hai...aaj se tumhare paas waqt hi waqt hoga, kyon ki maine faisla kiya hai..."

Shaheen wiped her tears and spoke with a clear voice "I am breaking up with you, Asad".

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"Oh sh*t! yeh kya ho raha hai" Immy's alarmed voice jolted him back to reality. Asad followed Immy's gaze and saw some commotion going on at one side of the stage.

Apparently, two over enthusiastic young men had run up to the stage and were trying to assault Zoya's decency. One of them tugged at her hand "Come on babby! Let's dance." The other one was looking at her with a lecherous gleam in his eyes . "Arre sharmate kyon ho janeman! Backless gown pehenke sabke samne gaana gane mein sharm nehi aati, toh hum se kya sharmana."

"As..ad we must help her." Immy stood up, supporting himself on Asad. He was still feeling a bit wobbly on his feet. Asad grabbed his jacket, "Immy, I think she can more than take care of herself. She is not a bechari abla nari, you know. What if she knew these fellows? Then we will end up looking stupid. Hume koi zaroorat nehi dusron ke mamle mein dakhal dene ki."

"Nehi, my friend. Mere nehi dekh sakta ke itni khubsurat ladki ke sath koi badtameezi kare..."Immy stubbornly shook his head, probably fuelled by all the alcohol inside him. He shook Asad's hand off and stumbled towards the stage.

NEXT PART: See below 😉

CHAPTER-3: From slap to kiss

"Bhai saab, yeh aap log kya kar rahe hai? Please let her go." Immy put his hand on the shoulder of one of the thugs. The guy turned round to look into his eyes. "Kyon,yeh teri biwi lagti hai? Saale ja jake apna kaam kar" He abruptly punched Immy. The impact almost knocked Immy off his feet. "Ouch!" He dropped to his knees, clutching his nose.

Asad got up from his table. *That guy should not have hurt Immy* Asad curled his fist, his jaw-line hardened. He was about to pounce on the thug when Immy frantically signaled him to sit down.

Thoroughly confused by Immy's gesture, Asad stopped and sat down on the chair. *What on earth he thinks he is doing?*

Immy turned his gaze to the thug again. The guy was eyeing him with a menacing look on his face. Probably he was expecting Immy to fight back, but instead, Immy spoke with a calm voice "Jee yeh meri biwi nehi, par kisi aur ki biwi hai. Inka pati abhi yehi baithe hai, humare sath..."

"What?" both Zoya and the thug blurted out simultaneously.

"Jee haan. You see the man in the purple shirt, sitting at the corner table, with two mugs of beer? Bikhre baal, chehre pe udasi, sukhe hont, ..wohi toh hai inke pati." Immy pointed to the table where Asad was sitting.

"Kaun, woh chikna?" the thug checked out Asad with disbelief.

"Uss chikne chehre ke piche ek bahut bada hole chupa hua hai, Janab." The thug gave a confused look "Jee, mera matlab hai ke inke pati ke dil mein ek bahut badi chhed (hole) hai. For the last two years, he is undergoing treatment, par doctors ne ab jawab de diya hai..." Immy sighed "You know , each day he needs medicine worth Rs. 2000. Upar se hospital ke kharche, doctors ki fees, treatment ke paise...yeh sab bharte bharte bechari Zoya ki sare paise khatam ho gaye...issi liye yeh aaj stage pe gaana ga rahi hai..." Immy paused and glanced at everyone's face. Everyone was listening to him with rapt attention. Some of them looked sympathetically to Asad, some faces were horror-struck. There was not a single soul in the room who was not touched by the story.

Asad, on the other hand, looked as if someone had struck his head with a hammer. Zoya's eyes had widened to the size of saucers.

Immy snatched the microphone out of Zoya's hand and announced "Bhaiyon. Kya aapko nehi lagta ke sachchi mohabbat isse kehte hai? Yeh ladki ek missal hai, ek patibrata nari, jo apne pati ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hai. Humare desh mein Laila-Majnu, Heer-Ranjhaa, Veer-Zaara ke baad in dono ka hi naam liya jayega...Asad aur Zoya. Ladies and gentleman, please give a big hand for them."

The room erupted with clapping and cheering. Some of them had tears in their eyes. Meanwhile, Zoya tugged at Immy's sleeve and hissed in his years "Ab yeh Asad kaun hai? Isn't he Mr. Rehman?"

"Asad ho ya Rehman , tumhe kya farak padta hai?" Immy raised his eyebrows "Don't worry Miss Zoya. Yeh toh sirf trailer hai, poori picture toh abhi tumhe dikhana baki hai" Immy went back to his announcement "Doston, aap sab logon ki pyaar dekh kar Zoya ka dil bhar aaya hai. She has a special request to all of you. Janab Asad ki ek aakhri khwahish hai, ke woh apne biwi ke sath ek stage pe khade ho sake. So I would like to call him upon the stage. Janab Asad, aap stage pea aa jaye, please."

Asad couldn't believe his ears. His head was spinning with confusion. What exactly Immy was playing at? His mind was totally numb, he sat there staring blankly at Immy.

"You see, he is too weak to even move. Kya aap logon mein se koi unka thoda sa madad kar sakte hai, please." Immy put up a very somber face and pleaded.

"Hum le aate hai unko stage tak", the two thugs who were harassing Zoya spoke in unison. One of them wiped his eyes and sniffed. The other took out a large handkerchief out of his pocket and blew his nose noisily in it.

"Allah aap dono ka bhala karenge. Aap insaan nehi, farishtey hai..." Immy patted their back comfortingly.

"Aap yeh kya tamasha kar rahe hai? Why are you calling him on stage?" Zoya was clearly frightened now.

"Buss aage aage dekho hota hai kya!" Immy addressed the crowd once more "My friends, Zoya has one more request. Tonight, in front of you guys, she wants to show her husband how much he means to her. Woh apne pati ke gaal pe apni pyaar ki nishaani rakhna chahti hai. Jee haan doston, if you guys don't mind, she would like to kiss her husband on stage. Kya pata, kaal aise mauke dobara na aaye!"

The people burst into another huge round of applause again. Everybody stood up and gave them a standing ovation. Someone in the audience shouted "Go Asad, Go!"

"Asad-Zoya, Asad-Zoya, Asad-Zoya" a large section of the crowd was chanting their name and cheering them. The two thugs, like bodyguards, escorted Asad to the stage. Zoya stared breathlessly at his tall, well built, Adonis like feature as he approached her. He too was looking lost at the sudden turn of the events, just like her. Zoya's heart fluttered as the idea of kissing him struck her. *Jeez, why I am gawking at him like a teenager!* Zoya chided herself, but couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Kiss dayaan gaal pe hi karna, thappad bhi toh wohi mari thi, na?" Immy whispered into Zoya's ear with a lopsided smirk on his face. Zoya blushed hard and closed her eyes "Allah Miyaan, ab main kya karoon?"

P.S Next part: An angry AsYa Kiss and Romance in the rain.

P.P.S Guys, this story is very close to my heart. It's a tribute to all my school and college friends. You guys have showered me with your love and support in my earlier FF. Please lend your support to this one, too. Do put down a few words about the story and let me know whether I should continue it.

All kind of feed backs are welcome. 🤗

Teddy ❤️

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teddy both parts r just awosome...

m egarly waiting fr nxt part...

dnt knw bt m in love wid dis story

thnx fr pm dear

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Read all the parts

Just caught up with this story

Quite interesting

Loved reading it

Hope Zoya's Rehaan and Asad confussion clears out soon



Gr8 story so far

Thx for the pm

omg what was that cant stop laughing...heheheh 😆😆

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this the best new ff i had read👏👏👏
really anything more it is so fresh , refreshing after
reading it i get refreshned😆 it is so hilarious
espeically immy hamesha asad ki watt lagta hai
aur aska kiss ka idea is super awesome😛
immy jeeta rahe . eagerly wating fr next prt😃
do cont it u dont how speical it is
plz updateee⭐️⭐️

aila kya tha yeh ...so funny ...so beautiful