AsYa FF: Destiny Comes Calling *CH 20* 11/11/13 Pg 134 - Page 2

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Chapter 2: Disaster averted or ???

"Oh no aami. How could you forget to tell him, when you have been reminding me every single day?" Najma sighed, worry etched on her face. "As it is he hates when we have houseguests. And this time he does not even know. This is so not good aami." She added without letting her mom talk and started pacing around the room trying to figure how to control the damage.

"Woh yahan tha bhi to nahi. Pehle Dubai, phir Delhi. Phone pe batana bhi bhool gayi. Yah Allah, what is happening here. [He was not here. First Dubai, then Delhi. I forgot to tell him on the phone.]" Dilshaad mumbled still looking disturbed.

"I hope Prasad did not get into too much trouble…what with bhaijaan's mood. Atleast he will bring her home in a cab." Najma added, patting her mom's hand to make her feel less worried.

"Maybe we should go inform Bhaijaan now?" Najma had barely suggested this to her mom when the doorbell went off, signaling the arrival of Zoya.

If they were shocked before with Asad's entry, there was no word to describe what they felt when they opened the door.

There stood a girl with a tear stained face, clad in a long sleeved black tee and a brown full length skirt with a big flashy belt around her waist. She was completely drenched from head to toe and the bottom of her skirt caked with mud which her wet skirt might have picked up along the way. Behind her stood a large suitcase with a smaller carrying case, which looked nothing like luggage, besides it. She was carrying a backpack as well as a purse. All in all she was a sight to behold, just not a pleasant one.

"Phuupii" Zoya cried out as soon as see saw Dilshaad and flung herself on a stunned Dilshaad. She continued to sob on Dilshaad's shoulder looking flustered as well as relieved at the same time, if it were even possible. Dilshaad asked her what happened but got nothing but sobs in return.

The entire scene unfolding infront of Najma was nothing short of comical. Zoya's sobbing interspersed with her sniffing. Dilshaad trying to comfort her, yet trying to get away from her to save herself from getting soaked through. The water dripping on the pristine marble mixed with the mud from her skirt. Zoya's makeup mixed with the rain water and her tears, the trail of mascara around her eyes. Najma was trying her best to push down the bubble of laughter which was trying to burst out.

Oh this is going to be good Najma thought to herself. Drenched and dirty Zoya vs. angry Bhaijaan. This I have to see. Ya Allah, this better be entertaining. You know I need this after the last week of projects. (Oh Yes…this Najma has a sense of humor 😉)She smiled as she played out the various scenarios in her head.

Through her tears, Zoya noticed Najma's smiling face and exclaimed (dramatically). "Ya Allah. What is wrong with you Miss??? Here I am crying my heart out and you are standing there smirking?"

"Zoya…yeh meri beti hai. Najma. Par tum batao ke tum aise kyon roye jaa rahi ho? Aur tumhari aisi haalat kyon hai? [Zoya, this is my daughter Najma. But you please tell me why are you crying like this? And why are you in such a condition?] Did Prasad, my son's assistant, not meet you at the airport? I had made sure I provided him with your name and photograph to find you." Dilshaad inquired worried.

"Arrey Phuphi…it was already raining by the time I exited the airport and to top it that bumbling idiot simply handed me your address on a wet sheet of paper before running off from there muttering about some Sir who was going to fire him. He looked like a lamb being prepped for the butcher, if you know what I mean. It took me forever to get to the taxi stand and by the time I got into a cab, the only thing I could read of the address was the street name. For the last 10 minutes I have been knocking on doors on this street trying to find your house. Allah, why did this have to happen to me? I am just relieved to have found your home as I was sure I was going to be lost. And to top it…" Zoya stopped long enough to catch her breath and was starting to continue just as Dilshaad interrupted her.

"Arrey beta, thoda aaram se saans le lo. [Arrey, my child, slow down and breathe a little.] It seems Prasad encountered my son at the airport and there might have been some misunderstanding between them. My Son tends to have a temper, you see. I am just glad that you have finally made it here fine."

All this time, Najma was busy getting Zoya's luggage in the house. She screeched as she brought in the smaller box when something moved in there. And she brings home a poodle. My day keeps getting better and better.

All the commotion in the foyer had made its way into the Lion's den. He came out roaring, asking what the noise was for and why can he not have a few minutes of quite in his own house.

He was wearing his white kurta and looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. His gaze was at his sister whose loud screech had brought him out, wondering what the matter was and thus he completely missed the stranger his mother was trying to block.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Dilshaad deemed it fit to speak up while Asad glared from Najma to him Aami to the dirty foyer and suitcases in the middle of the living room.

"Asad, inse milo. Yeh hai Zoya Farooqui, mere Anwar Bhaijaan ki beti.[Asad, meet Zoya Farroqui, my cousin Anwar's daughter]" And then turning to Zoya introduced Zoya to Asad.

If Asad was aghast seeing the dirty foyer, he was horrorstruck to see Ms. Airplane in his living room. What the F*** is she doing here? Surely she did not follow me here? And why in the name of Allah is she looking like she just walked home from the airport in the middle of a thunderstorm?

"You…it's because of you that I am in this state. Had you not frightened that lamb away, I could have been here in sooner and in a better state." Zoya spoke up as if she had heard his thoughts, She started to move towards Asad, a finger pointing accusingly at him.

And as it was bound to happen, she tripped on her own skirt and landed squarely on Asad, throwing them both off balance and on the cold hard (not to mention dirty) floor.

{Maula Mere…Maula Mere….Maula Mere…Maula Mere…Aankhen teri…kitni haseen…} in the background marked the start of the first of many eye locks to follow.

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Notes:

1. Characters: So yeah Najma is also slightly different in the ff. She is still scared of her bhaijaan and will become dumb in front of him, but in her head she can talk non-stop.
2. I am changing the backgroun song to Maula Mere from the 2006 movie Anwar. Let me know if you want a link to the song. It is one of my most favorite songs of all time.
3. Promise there willl be a AsYa interaction in the next part and the airplane flashback too (if I can squeeze it in).
4. I think the timeline is a little messed up but please bear with me. It is around 5 pm right now as this chapter unfolds.
5. Let me know if you need further clarifications.
6. Next few updates will be a little slow since I am reworking some of my major scenes since what I had planned is already used in another FF.
7. PMs sent to those who are on buddy list or those who leave a comment requesting a PM for the next update.
8. I will get back to all the comments I have received so far as soon as possible but thanks to all who have left me a comment so far.