SS: Changing Ms. Farooqui (pt7 pg102) 30/8 - Page 47

Hola lovely people! Okay, before i start part 5, i want you to read the following note very carefully...

Note: Some of you asked my why I named this story 'Changing Ms. Farooqui' when Asad was the one shown to be amending his ways. The reason is that the title is kinda ironical, here. I wanted to show how Asad, unknowingly and knowingly, changes for Zoya when all he actually wants to do is change her into what he perceives as the 'perfect woman' for him. That's why I named this SS what I named it. Miss Farooqui ko badalne ke chakkar me Mr. Khan khud hi badal gaye... I hope you guys get what I'm trying to say, here.. 😊 Also, I think i might turn this story into an FF as it's stretching way beyond what I wanted it to be... I'm not sure, yet. But i just might.. 😉

Okay, enough bakbak.. here's part 5!! Hope you like it! enjoy! 😃

Part 5

"Goodnight, Mr. Khan!" Zoya called on her way back to her room as Asad still sat on the sofa with his laptop.

"Goodnight" he replied absentmindedly.

"Aren't you going to turn it? It's getting pretty late"

"No, I have some mails to go through. I'll sleep once I'm done with them".

Asad excused himself to answer a phone call while Zoya shrugged and went off to her room, eager to call it a night as she had had a pretty long and tiring day. She had just emerged from the bathroom wearing her trademark kurta-salwar when there was a knock on her door.

"Miss Farooqui?" Asad called from the other side of the door. Zoya hurriedly opened it, wondering what he wanted now.

"Yes, Mr. Khan?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need to ask you a favour" he replied, looking uncomfortable.

"Yeah sure, Mr. Khan" Zoya replied, growing even more puzzled.

"I-er, was wondering if you would let me borrow your car?" he asked her, looking incredibly sheepish about repeating the same dialogue she'd asked him a couple of nights ago.

"What?! Now? Why?" Zoya asked.

"I just got a call from my secretary. The file I'd been searching for, since morning, is at the office. I need to go and pick it up as I need it for tomorrow's presentation".

"Oh okay. No problem. I'll come with you!" Zoya replied and grabbed her car keys from the dresser.

"Wait-what? Why can't you give me the keys? It'll barely take me half an hour!" Asad argued, shocked that she would refuse to let him drive. He'd been driving far longer than she had, for crying out loud.

"Miss Farooqui. It's not safe for women to leave home at this time of the night. This isn't New York. Please give me the keys and you need not worry about your car. I'll bring it back safely" he told her, following her as she bluntly made her way to the main door.

"Mr. Khan. Firstly, that is my car. My new car. I'm not letting anyone else drive it, no matter how experienced they are or whatever. Secondly, I'm not alone. I have you. As if someone would dare to do anything to me. Just look at your size, Mr. Khan!" she giggled and made her way out while Asad had no choice but to accompany her.

"How much longer, Mr. Khan?" Zoya asked impatiently. They'd reached his office about twenty minutes ago and Asad still hadn't made any move to get out of his cabin. Allah only knew how long this man took to search for 'one file', Zoya huffed crossly.

"I'm done, Miss Farooqui. Let's go. You have no patience at all" he told her as he came out and brushed past her towards the entrance before she could come up with a suitable retort.

"Allah miyaan what's wrong with you?" she exclaimed as she unlocked her car. "I don't have patience? You were the one who told me 'it'll just take five minutes, Miss Farooqui' on our way here. Maybe you've forgotten to read the clock, Mr. Bhullakad (forgetful) Ahmed Khan!" she snapped at him. Asad shook his head in amusement and got in, fastening his seat-belt as Zoya started the car. They'd almost reached the highway when a couple of boys on a bike zoomed in out of nowhere and zigzagged in front of their car, almost causing Zoya to smash into the divider on the road.

"Motherfu-" Zoya cried and then bit her lip from swearing out loud. "What the hell do they think they're doing? Idiots!" she amended, catching herself in time. Asad glared at her.

"Miss Farooqui, do you have no sense of decency at all?" he asked her, shocked that she would actually use such a word, that too in front of him.

"Allah miyaan! Do you have no sense of priority? Can't you see what those guys are doing?"

"This is why I asked you to stay at home! I knew this was going to happen. It's entirely your fault! Instead of accepting the truth, you're sitting here, swearing like an uncultured brat!"

Zoya ground her teeth in anger. She couldn't believe this man! He found the lamest excuses to blame her. If it were up to him, he would even start blaming her for all the natural disasters that took place around the globe. "Fine" she snapped at him "if I'm not gonna get any help from you, then I'll handle these bas***ds myself. And don't you dare comment on my choice of words! You think this is my fault?! I'll show you what exactly is my fault, now!" with that, Zoya stepped on the accelerator.

"Slow down, Miss Farooqui!" Asad shouted from beside her "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Zoya didn't reply and silently moved on to the fifth gear, the car's speed rising every passing second.

"Miss Fa- Zoya, are you mad?! You'll get us killed! What are you trying to do?" Asad's questions were answered almost immediately, as he saw their car approach the bikers who'd overtaken them a little while ago. Zoya maneuvered the car so that she was the one zigzagging all around the bike, now. She saw the two bikers hooting at her, from the corner of her eye. She pushed right, leaving the bikers with no choice but to almost slide onto the divider and then moved away, making them glare at her.

"Enough, Miss Farooqui! Stop this nonsense right now and take us home. I won't tolerate-" Zoya lost track of what he was saying as she spotted the men signalling someone, in the rear view mirror. A car as big as hers, was now suddenly on their trail.

"Hold on tight, Mr. Khan" she told Asad, interrupting his huge lecture. "Looks like we have company" she said and sped up even more, trees and lampposts now blurring past them. Asad was about to ask her what she meant by that when loud honking from his side of the car made him look out of the window. A BMW full of drunk-looking men was moving alongside them, the driver making extremely offensive gestures towards Zoya. Asad gritted his teeth as he felt his blood boil. He wished he could just snap that filthy little neck of his. But apparently, he'd underestimated the woman sitting beside him. He looked at her as she rolled down his window from the driver's controls.

"What are you doing? Keep driv-" he stopped mid-sentence as he saw Zoya hold the steering with one hand and lean towards the open window and show the driver of the other car 'the finger'. As in, the middle finger. Zoya sat back and rolled the window back up, her expression determined, but smug.

"They want to race?" she said out loud, to no one in particular. "I'll show those sons of bitches what racing really is". Asad's eyes widened as he read the speedometer. 180' 190' 200' 210' He looked at Zoya with amazement. What was this girl made of, he wondered. He himself probably would never have done something like this, being a guy. And here she was, behaving as if this was one of her video games, racing away with random people on deserted roads in the middle of the night. Even though he was extremely mad at her for behaving so inappropriately, he had to grudgingly admit that he was indeed impressed. It took guts for someone to do all this and Zoya undoubtedly, had them.

The two cars continued to try to outrun each other but neither succeeding in doing so. Asad sensed Zoya had something up her sleeve, looking at the way her eyes were moving all around, assessing the road, the obstacles as well as the other factors, while the other car was merely trying to win. Things became tricky when the cars crossed the highway and entered into the main city, the roads becoming narrower and full of by lanes and crossings. At one point, both the cars split up, going their separate ways but Zoya didn't slow down. In fact she sped up, if that was even possible, given the speed at which they were going. After sailing through deserted roads for about ten minutes the two cars skidded into one of the T-junctions, both the drivers skilfully managing to avoid bashing into each other. Asad looked at Zoya as he heard her chuckle.

"Showtime" she whispered, her lips turned up into a smirk. Asad sent a silent prayer heavenwards, hoping that they made it out alive. Zoya suddenly swerved to the left, catching the other driver by surprise. He tried to imitate her move but failed to do so as he'd not expected it, causing his car to skid dangerously along the length of the road. Zoya did a quick U-turn and approached the other car at full speed, hitting it at an angle which made it spin repeatedly before crashing into a tree. Zoya rolled down her window and stuck her head out.

"Suck on that, you bloody assholes! You lost to a girl!" she screamed and came back in, laughing hysterically. "Aw man, that was bitchin' awesome!" she exclaimed as she slowed down, finally taking the route which would lead them home.

Is the night over, yet? What do you think is gonna happen next? 😉

So how was it?! Hope I managed to live up to your expectations of an 'exciting car race'! If i disappointed you, then i'm really sorry! Okay jootaas... chappals... sab qubool hai! 😆

Credit for this chapter's idea goes to -HoneyBunch-! I really hope you liked it, dear! I thought your idea was fabulous so I wrote this! Do tell me whether it was good enough.. I'll be waiting! 😊