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Hellooo folks! 😃 i finished my assignment!! uski khushi me ye raha part 4!!! 😆 Hope you guys like it!! enjoy!
Part 4
It was almost midnight before Zoya returned along with her Aapi. They'd already informed his mother that they were going to be late, as they were to meet up some of Zeenat's friends for dinner. Asad couldn't help feeling restless as he kept glancing at the clock every five minutes, hoping that Zoya would come back soon. He wasn't worried about her crashing the car or anything, he knew she drove well. It was just that he got unnecessarily worried when he didn't see her for too long. The need to know about her safety was always overwhelming. He looked up from the book he was reading, as the front door clicked open. Zoya walked in with her Aapi, both laughing over something he couldn't make out. They suddenly spotted him sitting on the sofa.
"Mr. Khan?" Zoya called, surprised to find him awake so late. He was usually in bed by 11. "You're still awake?"
"Woh actually, Miss Farooqui, we just came back from the walima about an hour ago. Plus, Ammi wasn't feeling well and Najma has college tomorrow so both of them went off to sleep. Someone needed to be awake till you came back so I was waiting for you" he replied, not meeting her eyes. He wanted to apologize for his behaviour this morning, but didn't know how to start.
"Oh. I'm sorry we kept you awake. If we had known that you were gonna stay up, we would've returned earlier" she said, still looking at him strangely. She wondered why he was suddenly being so polite to her. She'd almost expected him to shout at her the moment she walked in through the door, reprimanding her for staying out so late. Zoya figured he wasn't saying anything because of Aapi.
"We're here now. You should go to bed" Zeenat told him, her voice brisk.
"Aapi" Zoya warned, placing her hand on her shoulder to keep her from angering Mr. Khan. Zoya knew her sister was mad at him for talking to her so rudely, earlier that day. But she didn't want them to argue.
"Goodnight, Mr. Khan" she said and led her sister to her room, quietly shutting the door behind them.
"Goodnight, Miss Farooqui" Asad muttered to the empty room.
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"Zoya! Congratulations! You got a new car for your birthday!" Najma cried and hugged her while Zoya laughed and returned the gesture.
"Thanks, tamatar!"
"You have to take me for a ride! Drop me to college today, will you? Please?"
"Umm, I don't think your bhaijaan would approve of that, tamatar. As it is, I have to drop Aapi at her friend's place, today and then I have some work to do. Maybe, some other day". Najma's face fell immediately.
"No, I think it's fine" Asad said, wanting to make it up to her. "You may drop Najma. I don't have a problem".
"What?" Zoya asked, looking at him as if she'd seen a ghost. "You want me to take Najma to college?"
"Yes, if you don't have a problem with it" he replied. He saw Zoya's aapi smiling at him from the corner of his eye. He felt much better. Asad knew she'd taken an immediate dislike to him after yesterday's episode.
"Of course I don't have a problem! I would love to drop her! Thank you!" Zoya cried and high-fived Najma from across the table. Asad couldn't help but smile at their childishness.
"Najma, can you please wait for about 15 minutes? I'll just go and drop Aapi, okay? And then I'll come and take you."
"Sure!" Najma replied "I'll be ready by then".
Zoya finally returned in the afternoon after wrapping up all her pending work in the city, thanks to the car she now had. She could never thank her Aapi and Jiju enough for it. Dilshad informed her that she and Najma would be out for the night, visiting some relatives in a nearby town and that they were taking Asad's car with them, since he could always use Zoya's car if he needed anything. Plus, it was only one night, so she didn't think he would even need to go out and she hoped Zoya didn't mind. She assured her Phupi that it was absolutely fine with her and asked her not to worry as she was going to take care of everything.
"What would you like to have for dinner, Mr. Khan?" she asked Asad, once they were alone.
"Anything that won't give me a stomach ache in the middle of the night, Miss Farooqui" he replied, while typing away on his laptop.
"Are you saying that I can't cook? Let me tell you, mister, that I'm an excellent cook, okay? Well, isi baat pe ek sher arz hai!-
Pati ke ghar late aane par biwi mare hai taana!
Pati ke ghar late aane par biwi mare hai taana!
7-star hotel se bhi laziz hota hai Zoya ke haathon ka khaana!
Shukriya, shukriya!" she said and made her way to the kitchen, laughing heartily at her own silly shayari, while Asad as usual, rolled his eyes at her nonsensical rhyme.
Two hours later, a very skeptical Asad sat at the dining table, looking at the food in front of him, nervously. He wasn't very sure about this but he didn't have the heart to refuse Zoya when she'd worked so hard to cook up a meal for the both of them.
"What are you waiting for, Mr. Khan! Dig in!" she said, already piling her plate with food. Asad nodded and took as little as he could, without offending her and sent a silent prayer heavenwards as he lifted the spoon to his mouth and took a bite. He was surprised. The food was actually very good! Not like the usual stuff his mother made every day, but something different. Even though it was Indian, it had a continental feel to it. He figured she'd learned to make all this in America, blending two kinds of foods together. He was really impressed by her cooking skills.
"How's the food Mr. Khan?" she asked him. He looked up to find her gazing at him expectantly.
How was it?? Please don't forget to review!!! I LOOVVVEEE reading all your comments!!! I keep changing the plot according to your demands! So do keep commenting and tell me what you would like to see happening in this story! 😉 I love the ideas some of you come up with!!! 🤗
Oh yeah the precap. well, here goes. CAR RACING!!!!! Muahahahahaha!!!!!! 😆
*Only Potterheads know the difference between 'Forever' and 'Always'*
Love,
Peppy! 😳
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