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THE CO-PASSENGERS.
"Keep the change" , Zoya told the taxi driver as she reached the bus station. Finally.
Unloading her airbag and backpack from the taxi boot, she loaded them back in the bus.
"Seat 27". The conductor obliged and handed over the token to her, after keeping her luggage and closing the awfully noisy shutter.
"Hmm.. not bad! " , Zoya said as she settled herself in the window seat with a satisfied grin. Tying her hair in a messy bun and putting on her reading glasses, she quickly shuffled through her backpack contents. Balancing a big, fat novel in her hand, she hunted for her i-pod.
"Aha! You little! "
Putting on her headphones, she pressed the play button. Shr enthusiastically opened the bookmarked page and swayed to the tune of 'Chaudhvin Ka Chand' by Mohd. Rafi all the while reading an extremely disturbing gothic horror thriller, munching a packet of Hippo munchies, her favorite and texting her ammi about her whereabouts.
Yes, this was Zoya Farooqui. She loved multi-tasking and out of the line thinking. Absolutely disgusted at being a part of the 'herd', she indulged herself in the most unlikely of combinations.
Like that of sour lemon juice and apple. Weird, but surprisingly intriguing!
She hated when girls turned all girly, swooning over guys and the color 'pink'. Seriously, what was the deal with girls and the color 'pink'? She believed that the 'typical girls' had completely destroyed the Girl Clan.
There's a long list of the things she hated - like mushy love stories, mainstream music and movies, Chinese food, the word 'onion' ( it was so uninteresting! ), grammatical and punctuation errors... Okay, so yeah. There's a long list. Let's keep it that way.
Dressed up in khaki lowers and a black tee, she resumed reading.
Comfort had always had an upper hand over fashion for Zoya, unless, she attended a grand function. It didn't hurt making a few heads turn! And the wide-eyed faces of her colleagues were always a treat to watch!
Zoya's on and off trips to Bhopal had started recently. As soon as she started her internship, she associated herself with an orphanage and monthly visited it for routine health check-ups. This was the reason she chose to become a Doctor - to do productive social work without joining the dirty politics.
As if on impulse, her head turned towards her right.
Just across the aisle sat a pretty girl. But, Good Lord! She SCREAMED pink - A pink handbag,baby pink flip -flops, a white tee with sky blue denims and a lavender pink shrug.
Damn! Even her nails were manicured with a shade of pink!
Unable to concentrate, and being constantly distracted by the 'Pink Explosion' as she called it, she decided to close her eyes to calm her enraged and erupting conscience.
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Meanwhile -
"Bhaiya, Seat 26!". "Ammi please! It's not like I'm going forever, it's just a matter of months. I'll be back even before you know it. Besides, it was your idea anyway. Najma, HELP! " Asad spoke with a hint of irritation. He had already seen it coming, and had tactfully tackled the situation when his ammi started sobbing back home. But he never would've thought that her tears won't come to a halt.
Hopeless, he gave his ammi a Big Bear Hug and became a bit teary eyed himself. He then lovingly pecked Najma, his younger sister's forehead and proceeded to give his luggage to the conductor. Ouch! That screeching sound of the shutter!
"See, ammi. Learn something from Najma. She'll miss me too.. but she hasn't been crying for a whooping 1 hour, straight!"
"Who said that I'll miss YOU bhaijaan?", Najma replied, her voice laced with mischief and sarcasm. Observing the gloomy look on her bhaijaan's face, she stifled a giggle and continued, "Ammi. Bhaijaan is going to Indore for crying out loud! It isn't even a proper 4 hour ride from Bhopal! Ammi? Ammi?! "
Dilshaad, their ammi regained her senses after zoning out for a while. Thinking hard about the scenario, she finally let go and smiled.
Content with the situation, Asad took the token from the conductor and mouthed a secret 'Thank You' to Najma. "Allah Hafiz ammi, Najma. Take care", he said as he waved his final goodbye and headed towards the bus door.
Asad Ahmed Khan was feeling bittersweet. He had received an acceptance letter from a law firm based in Indore.. but he wasn't really happy about leaving ammi and Najma alone.
His abbu had passed away when he was just 10. It was only on his ammi's insistence that he agreed to take up this job.
Being blessed with amazingly good looks, Asad wasn't always grateful about them. Because this meant girls practically chasing him all the way to his home. No, he was not gay, but he wasn't interested in girls either. They didn't excite him as much as they did the other guys his age.
"Seat 26..26..." , he muttered to no one in particular. Reaching his destination, he smiled that sexy microsmile of his. The sight in front of him had just left him awed.
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A/N - Hello All! This is my first ever work. Thanks to AsYa, couldn't stop myself from penning it down!
Do leave your comments and views.
BTW, about my excessive ranting about pink... yeah. It isn't personal though.
Some 'Pink Explosions' were getting me all worked up these days, so I had to vent it out somehow!
I do not wish to hurt any sentiments.
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