Hola peopleđ
I have attempted to write something on Asya. An OS. Well this idea just came to me because i m a fan of Dhoni tooâ¤ď¸đł. An i wanna dedicate this OS to my Simi di(Saida.m)...For helping me with it. So Simi di...here's a hug for youđ¤
Well it's not perfect but yeah... I don't know. Would appreciate any kind of reviews
Jootas, Chappals all are welcome.
||~It's AAK vs. TV screen~||
It was a calm and placid afternoon in the Khan Villa .This was very unusual to witness. Adjusting himself on the sofa, Asad took the TV remote in his hands and started flipping through channels. He thought to himself "Urmm...This is something weird. Why is the house so quiet? Where did the Blabber queen of the house disappear? I like this silence. It's just perfect for a Sunday afternoon with Ms Farooqi. Just me and her. No one to disturb. No noise at all." Asad smirked at his thoughts. "I will just call h..."
Just as he was about to complete his word, a noise came. Someone screamed. And Asad knew who exactly it would be. "Arrgghhh Ms Farooqi, gosh why can't she stop being so hyperactive all the time? There goes the idea of a calm and romantic Sunday afternoon with her in vain" Asad thought.
There she came with the pink I pad in one of her hand and a slice of pizza and diet coke in the other. "How can she eat so much? We just had dinner about 20 minutes ago and see now she is munching her so loved pizza again" Asad thought. She came to the hall, out of her room, and screamed yet another time. "Allah miyan what's wrong with me? What have I done? No No No. This can't happen" she spoke with a mouth full of pizza.
Asad was just admiring the cute but silly angel in front of him. He had to admit that however careless or frowsy she may be, she was adorable. Just like a bundle of sunshine, never failing to bring a smile on his ever so Akdu face. He smiled.
He jerked when he felt a pull at his hand. She came running towards him, snatching the remote from his hands keeping the half eaten slice of pizza and diet coke on the table and swiftly surfing through the sports channel. She had some supersonic speed. Asad sometimes could only register half of the actions. He couldn't help but think about what will happen when they get married and she would become Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. He sighed at the thought and blushed. Yes Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan blushed at a mere thought of Zoya. He found himself smiling slyly.
He was yet again broken out of the trance by her scream. "Firstly she has to stop with this screaming business" He thought. He asked her, putting his Akdu self back into action "What's the matter Ms Farooqi? Why are you screaming your lungs out and deafening my ears at the same time? Can't you just try to be a little...just little quiet?"
She rolled her eyes in frustration seeing the Akdu Ahmed khan in front of her and spoke "Allah miyan what's wrong with you Mr. Khan? Are you asking me to be quiet at this moment? How could you even expect that?"
Asad now asked in a bit concern "What's up Ms Farooqi? Is everything okay?" She immediately stood up on the sofa and continued "No, nothing is okay Mr. Khan. I totally had forgotten which I don't know how. It never happens that I forget about the cricket match. And now when I realize it I already have missed 2 minutes of Dhoni's play" She chided "2 minutes. Can you just imagine" she spoke loudly.
Asad never understood what was wrong with this woman. "How can she be so mad about that Mahendra Singh Dhoni? I mean just look at me I am here making plans for a romantic afternoon trying to spend some quality time with her and she is seeing Dhoni's match". "What's so special about him" he spoke the last line a bit too loudly. He looked up to Zoya who was already giving him murderous glares which spit fire on him.
She spoke irritated by his behavior "How can you even say that about my Dhoni, Mr. Khan? He is so handsome, good looking and talen..." She was about to continue her fangirling about Dhoni but was stopped by Asad's loud voice "Shut up Ms Farooqi. How can you even say that in front of your Husband." He said clasping her hand and bringing her down from the sofa. Being the cleanliness freak he was, he started dusting the spot where Zoya was standing seconds ago. "Mr. Khan and his OCD" Zoya thought
"Correction Mr. Khan, it's not Husband yet it's still would-be-husband. We aren't married yet" She said smirking at the thought of correcting Mr. ever so perfect Ahmed Khan. Saying so she plopped down on the sofa enjoying her pizza and diet coke and watching her Dhoni hit six after six.
Asad just pinched the bridge of his nose. Having no other option, he made himself comfortable on the other end of the same sofa. "Why was the TV ever invented? It was a good romantic mood spoiler." he thought. He coughed a certain times to grab her attention but all in vain. She was so engrossed in that stupid Television box that she paid no heed to him. But he was also Asad Ahmed Khan. He won't let the idiot box win.
He ran to the kitchen and started making the milky and sugary sweet coffee for her and a black and bitter coffee for him. He tasted her coffee just to make sure it is perfect. "Argghhh...yuck too much sugar in it. But I guess Ms Farooqi likes it that way. Super sweet, just like her." He smiled and picked the tray and went towards the hall.
He placed her coffee in front of her and called out to her "Uhmm...Ms Farooqi, Here is your sweet and milky coffee just the way you like it." She scanned him from head to toe and then finally getting up, she touched his forehead just to make sure he is well and asked. "Mr. Khan, are you okay? Do you have fever? I guess you need some rest." Saying thus, she literally dragged him to his room
Asad protested "I am perfectly alright Ms Farooqi. No fever, no weakness at all. See" He moved his hand up and down just to make her believe. She looked at him disbelievingly and said "Then you are not Mr. Khan. Tell me where did you hide my Mr. Khan." Asad just put a hand on her mouth stopping her from speaking further.
"Listen to me Ms Farooqi, I am perfectly alright. It's just, I made you coffee because I wanted to spend some quality time with you. Nowadays you look more interested in Dhoni rather than me. Can't you give some time to your husband?" he said with an angry look on his face.
But Zoya being herself went back to watching her Dhoni on screen. Asad couldn't believe it. He was sending silent prayers to Allah to kill that Dhoni at that moment. He was really very angry. He was indeed losing to a TV.
When suddenly a wicket had fallen. He turned his head to see who went back to the pavilion. He hoped it to be Dhoni and it was indeed him. His happiness seemed no limits. Allah had listened to his prayers. Okay okay Dhoni wasn't killed, but who cares, he wasn't on the screen anymore. He was mentally doing a happy dance for now he could spend his Sunday afternoon calmly.
He came back to reality when he heard someone sobbing. He turned his head towards her only to find tears in her black almond shaped eyes. He just hated her tears. He asked her the reason. She turned towards him and said in a cracked voice "Mr. Kh...Khan. Dhoni...Dhoni got out, Mr. Khan." She pouted her lips.
"Ohh What a kiddo." He thought and smiled at her. "Come here silly" He said and took her in his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his chest. He brought one of his hands and wrapped it on her waist and the other hand automatically started soothing her silky black hair.
After some time, he called out to her "Zoya". "Hmm" she replied. "You know that I love you right?" She just nodded. "So promise me that you won't ever bring those stupid tears in your eyes." She smiled and said "Yes my Jahapana Six Packs"
"But seriously Ms Farooqi, You are mine and only mine. So don't ever think that you can share your love for me with him. No, never. Your love is just meant to be for me. Just me. Do you understand?"He said looking intently in her eyes.
She smirked and said "Are you jealous Mr. Khan?" He replied within a fraction of a second "Yes of course I am jealous. I am a very loving and possessive husband you see." He smiled and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"Correction Mr. Khan, You are a very loving and possessive would-be-husband and by the way, for your information Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan, Dhoni was, is, and will be my first love." With that she giggled, switched off the TV and ran away from Asad. He just smiled at her and sent a silent prayer to always keep her like this - Childish and cute and always happy. Then he too ran behind her in an attempt to catch her.
Finally Mr. AAK had won a war against the TV because as we all know Asad Ahmed Khan does not like to lose.
Author's note : Okay okay i know this was crapđ but yeah i would love to know from you how was itđł. So comment down... and if you like it then do hit the like tab
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