Asad Ki Demands: OS (ASYA)
In response to Zoya's long list of demands (as seen on SBS), here is an OS with Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan's list of demands from his hone waali biwi.
"Ms Farooqui!" Asad walked into Zoya's room after she had buried him under her long list of demands. Post Tanveer, he had learnt to listen to Zoya, and had willingly agreed to all her demands. After chewing on her list for a few hours, he decided to come back with his own list of demands- after all marriage was a 50/50 contract.
"Mr.Khan, aap bina knock kare aa gaye?" She had a sneaky expression on her face as she saw him stride in with authority.
"I have a list too." He ignored her question and confronted her with his arms folded across his chest.
"List?"
"Jee. After all nikaah ke baad sab kuch 50/50 hona chaahiye. I have a list of demands too."
"Oh really?"
"Haan, aur aapko yeh list chup chaap sun ni padhegi. NO INTERRUPTIONS!" He placed his finger on her lips.
She tried to suppress a smirk. Mr. Khan aur list? Wow!
"Theek hai manzoor hai. SHOOT!" She glared.
"O-okay, a-aap pehle baith jaaiye." He cleared his throat nervously.
"Kyun?"
"Because main nahin chaahta aap mere sar par khadi rahein, aur m-mujhey aankh dikhaati rahein."
"Achcha? Tho aap mujh se darte hain Mar. Khan?" She laughed.
"NO! Of course NOT! It's just that aap jab ghoorti hain, tho-tho-I might forget my list." He averted his gaze.
"Alright Mr.Khan," she smiled at sat down on the bed with her legs crossed,"saaf saaf kahiye ki aap nervous hain."
"Jee bilkul nahin! I am not one of those husbands who gets nervous in front of his wife."
"And I am not one of those wives who constantly nags her husband, samjhe?" She frowned.
"Number one- main jab aapke liye breakfast in bed laaunga, aap pehle uthkar daant brush karengi. I can't stand anyone eating without brushing their teeth."
She looked at him with an incredulous expression, "kya aap samajhte hain'main itni unhygienic hoon??"
"CHUP! LET ME COMPLETE MY LIST! NO INTERRUPTIONS!"
She nodded obediently.
"Number two- after breakfast in bed, aap bedsheets ko wash karengi. I can't stand food crumbs on my bed sheets."
"What? Roz sheets wash karni padhengi?" She tried to get up but he pointed her to remain seated. She relented and plopped back on the bed.
"I SAID CHUP!"
"Number three- after breakfast and shower, aap dining table par mera intezaar karengi with my coffee and my newspaper. Before I go to work, I need my coffee, my paper, and'.and'and."
"And?" Her eyes popped wide.
"You," he replied softly to which Zoya blushed and bit her lower lip, "jee."
"Number four- agar breakfast mein kabhie aloo parantha banaayengi tho sabse pehle mujhey serve karengi! I don't want to be the last one served."
She giggled at that one and nodded.
"Number five- you can wear whatever clothes you want but once a week aap mere liye saree pehenengi. It has to be a surprise. Yeh nahin ki every Friday saree pehen li. And it has to be a saree of my choice."
She raised her eyebrows and smiled again, gently nodded her head.
"Number six- whenever we go and watch a cricket match---"
"WE WILL DO THAT? THANKS MR.KHAN!" She jumped up with excitement.
"I SAID NO INTERRUPTIONS!"
She sat down with a sigh.
"Whenever Dhoni comes out to bat, aap bilkul chup chaap baith kar dekhengi. The moment you start screaming his name, I will leave the stadium."
"Allah mian! What's wrong with you Mr.Khan? Aap itne possessive types hain? Ek celebrity se jealous ho rahe hain?"
"That applies to movie actors also. Mere saamne kisi hero ki tareef nahin karengi aap'.especially the action hero types!"
"Tho aapko lagta hai ki saari duniya mein aap hi ek action hero types hain?"
"Jee- saari duniya nahin, aapki duniya mein." He tried his best to hide his smile.
"Allah mian!"
"Number seven!"
"Seven tho ho gaye na," she was getting impatient, "kitni lambi list hai aapki!"
"No, celebrities are all in number six. Waise bhi aap ki list ke saamne bahut choti hai."
"Ya Allah!" She leaned against the pillow and rolled her eyes.
"Number seven- jab bhi main aapko ishara karoonga, that means aap jo bhi kuch kar rahi hongi, chhod kar mujhey attention dengi."
"Ishara?"
"Yes, whenever I scratch my ear, then you have to drop whatever you are doing and attend to me."
"Ok jahanpanah,"she bowed and gave him a kaneez style salaam.
"Number eight- whenever we watch TV together, aap koi serials ya shows nahin dekhengi."
"What?"
"Jee- only Discovery channel or CNN"
"NO WAY MR. KHAN!" She covered her face with her palms," aap tho zabardast bore hain Mr.Khan."
"Number nine- aap nikaah ke baad mujhey Mr. Khan bolkar address nahin karengi."
"Tho kya Mr Farooqui kahoongi aapko?" She chuckled.
"Not funny! Any other name but Mr.Khan! I feel like I am in a passport or immigration office." He clenched his teeth.
"Ok jahanpanah," she smiled again, "ya akdu?"
"Akdu bhi nahin kahengi."
"Okay,I will have to make a new list," she pondered and sighed.
"Number ten- the last one," he shuffled nervously and scratched his forehead.
"Phew."
"Number ten- aap-aap-aap-aap."
"Aap kya Mr.Khan?"
"Aap," he averted his gaze. She noticed that his ears were a beetroot color. He looked a bit embarrassed.
"Boliye Mr.Khan.I am listening. Main khaa nahin jaaungi aapko."
He turned around to leave but stopped at the door. With his face flushed and a sneaky smile on his face, he mumbled, "number ten- aap promise kariye ki kabhie bhi headache ka bahana nahin baanayengi."
"I am sorry, I didn't hear it Mr.Khan." She came forward and stood behind his back.
"Promise you will never have headaches." Before she could reply, he had bolted to his room and shut the door behind him.
An aghast Zoya just stood there with her jaw wide open. She turned red as she realized what his words implied; she covered her face with both her palms.
"Mr.Khan! Aap itne shareef nahin hain jitna main soch ti thi Thode thode badmaash bhi hain aap." She buried her warm and flushed face in the pillow and mumbled, "mujhey aapki saari demands qubool hain Asad'"
..the end..
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