DINNER IS READY, MR.KHAN PART 1

Zoya is alone in the house. Dilshad had gone out for the rest of the day for a ladies night out. Asad had to go to the office for an important meeting which he could not conduct from home. Zoya smiled when she thought about her Mr. Akdu 6 Packs Khan. She noticed that he has been working more from home lately to be with her. She hugged herself in delight at his thoughtfulness.

"But he's so uptight all the time," Zoya thought to herself with a grimace.

"Except when he wants to irritate me," Zoya with her hands on her hips mock angrily. "And it is getting more frequent these days". She giggled shyly.

Just then her phone rang.

"It must be Mr.Khan," She smiled naughtily. She picked up the phone and in one breath. "I don't want to talk to you. You just left me all alone in the house and I'm bored. If you are not back in half-hour's time, I'm going out".

She stopped to take a deep breath to continue. Asad took that opportunity, "Give me an hour Ms. Farooqui. Just one more hour."

Zoya, "OK, but don't even bother to call me if you delay beyond an hour. I won't pick up my phone. I'm serious Mr.Khan".

Asad said, "OK", and disconnected smiling to himself. "I hope she never changes. I hope she remains the way she is."

Zoya, "Allah Miyah, what is wrong with me? Surely I can keep myself occupied for another hour? Surely!!!" She stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips and looked around her.

"Maybe I should clean my room... Naah... Borrriiing. Maybe, maybe I should cook Mr. Khan a dinner Zoya style... Naah... Not in a mood". She frowned to herself. Then her eyes lit up...

"Yeah, Yippee... That's what I'm gonna do... Where's my Ipad? It must be on my bed".

She found it under a pile of clothes, after having tossed some of her bed contents on the floor and around. She switched it on and typed in www.google.com and set about working on her idea.

DILSHAD CONSTRUCTIONS

Asad glanced at his watch and realized that he had just another 10 mins left to honour his word to Zoya. He had only completed just half his work. He had trying to complete it as quickly as he could but Zoya's face, her antics kept creeping into his thoughts and he would be in Zoyaland. He smiled at the childishness of Zoya and fondly shook his head. He thanked God that she was back in his life.

"This time," he thought to himself. "I would do everything in my power to ensure Zoya remains with me. I will not let her go no matter what. I know I can't survive another separation". He clenched his fist in. His phone beeped once and then again. He glanced at the screen.

It read "2 Msgs received TELPUR KI SHAHZADI". He smiled. Then he placed his hand on his forehead and said "Now what?".

He opened the first message.

OUR LIFE IS NOT GOING TO BE BORING. Mr. Khan. IT IS GOING TO EXCITING, INTERESTING.

"Really, Ms. Farooqui," Asad raising his eyebrows and then blushed when he remembered the last time he heard this from Zoya. He touched his cheek where Zoya had kissed him and then placed his elbow on the desk and rested his chin on it and opened the second message from her in anticipation.

His elbow slipped and his chin almost hit the desk when he read the next message.

*THIS SEXY COUPON ENTITLES YOU TO:

You, Me and Chocolate, baby! 😉 Terms Apply: Coupon deemed invalid if not redeemed

He felt his face flush and heat rush all the way down to where the brains of most men reside most of the times. He loosened his tie and shifted in his chair to get more comfortable.

"Ms. Farooqui, my life is already brighter, definitely interesting and now looks like its going to be exciting as well".

He realizes that he is not going to get any further work done, so he decides to pack up for the day.

"I will work in the night, after everyone has gone to bed, especially Ms. Farooqui. No point in sitting here."

<Knock>, <Knock>

"Come in" His voice came out in a croak. He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and tried again. "Come in".

Prasad came in with his head buried in the file in his hand.

"Sir, These are important douments that need to be reviewed. This is a plan of proposal for the new project and a rough estimate on the costs and the margin. As this project is first of its kind, you would want to go through it before Finance can come up with a ball-park figure for Mr.Desai."

Prasad looked up from the papers when he didn't any response from Asad.

"Are you ok, sir? You're skin seems flushed. Are you coming down with a flu, sir? Oh, you were planning to leave early. No problem, sir. I can pick up the file from your house, later in the day"

"Prasad, Prasad," Asad putting on hand up to stop Prasad from going on, embarrassed. "I am ok. Just a little warm in here I think. If its urgent, I can work on it before I leave. I don't think it would take that much..."

Asad's phone beeped again. He blushed. Prasad looked at him curiously and then looked at Asad's phone.

Asad cleared his throat and said, "Prasad, Leave the file on my desk, I will look into now. I'll let you know once I have completed the review" and turned to his laptop. Prasad left the room. For the first time in his life, Asad wished he could get back home to Zoya.

He picked up his phone and opened the new message that had come. Yes it was Zoya

He laughed when he read it.

Haal Kaisaa Hai Janaab Kaa? 😉

Asad replied to it with

Kyaa Khayaal Hai Aap Kaa 😉

and immediately sent out another

Ms. Farooqui, you are distracting me. ❤️❤️❤️

Asad finally managed to finish all that Prasad kept bringing to him the entire afternoon at around 7:00pm. He was just leaving the office when he received another sms. He glanced at his phone.

1 Msg received TELPUR KI SHAHZADI

Dinner is ready, Mr.Khan. Goodnight 😡

"Oh-Oh! Ms.Farooqui is going to be a tough deal today. She did not pick up my calls earlier on, now this message. At least she did not go out. I need to pacify her."

He picks up the car keys, switches off the light, steps out of his office. He spots Prasad on the phone, walking towards his cabin. Asad quickly steps back into the office, stays there, hoping that Prasad would walk on by seeing the lights off. He waited for a few minutes and quickly left the office before he was asked another "urgent' question.

On his way back, he decided to stop by the mall and pick up a piece-offering for Zoya. He got it gift wrapped and drove quickly back home to KV. As he drove in, he found the house dark, no lights on.

He parked the car, picked all his stuff from the backseat and walked to the front door. As he was unlocking the door, he noticed a piece of paper neatly folded inserted into the doorjamb. He pulls it out opens it and reads

"Mr. Khan dinner has been left out on the table. Please do not disturb me. You cannot keep your promise and I do not want to speak with you".

Asad let out a deep tired sigh, folded the paper and pocketed it. He opens the door and steps in. Suddenly a small light was illuminated against on the opposite wall. It took Asad by surprise. He shut the door without turning around, keeping an eye on the wall. As he watched, he saw an arrow being projected towards end of the sofa. He stood still, waiting for more. And more he got. He was startled to hear a female voice make an announcement

"Please follow the arrow sign and go to the other end of the couch and wait for the next instructions."

He was just contemplating in leaving his laptop, files and Zoya's gift in his room before following the instrutions when he heard Zoya's urgent voice from behind him. He almost dropped his laptop startled.

"No Mr.Khan, don't even think about it. Do not step into your room. Pleeeaaase Mr.Khan...follow the instructions. Pleeeaaase".

Asad smiled and turned around expecting to see Zoya and was surprised to see no one around. He peeped into the kitchen area, all dark and silent

"Mr.Khan can you just follow the instructions, instead of wasting time." Zoya's voice impatiently.

Asad raised his hands in acquiescence, wondering where Zoya was and how was she able to see what he was doing. He went towards the couch and when he reached the designated place, the voice continued with the instructions.

Pick up the key on the couch and look to your left. You will see a door marked with a heart. Unlock the door and enter in and wait for the next instructions.

Asad turned his head to the left as was instructed and there he saw a big heart with Mr.Khan and Ms. Farooqui written on it and picture of the two hugging each other under the names. Asad went red and grinned in pleasure.

"Mr. Khan, please na... take the keys and come in to my parlour". Zoya's voice pleadingly.

Asad, hesitatingly took the key and walked towards Zoya's room. He stopped in front of the door, looked at the heart , the names, the picture. He raised his hand and caressed Zoya's picture.

"Awww... Mr.Khan... That was so cute..." followed by a kissing sound.

Asad dropped his hand like he had got burnt, flushed a beetroot red again and cleared his throat.

"Where are you, Ms. Farooqui? Where are you watching me from?" Asad searching for her around the living room. The entire room was dark except for the light focused on Zoya's door.

"Woh chodiye, Mr.Khan. Can you just follow the instructions and save the romantic bits for later?"

Asad unlocked the door shaking his head wondering what was in store for him. He carefully peeps in, but was surprised to find that the room was dark and empty. He opens the door wider and steps in.

Annoucer voice: Shut the door behind you Sir and step further inside.

Asad shuts the door. The click of the door closing seem to have triggered another focus light on to the bed. There he saw a black sherwani laid out on the bed.

Annoucer voice: Please change into the outfit you see on the bed. You can use the washroom to freshen up.

"Ms. Farroqui, are you there? Can you see me?" asked Asad.

Pin-drop silence.

Asad again. "Ms. Farooqui, are you there?" just to make sure.

Again he met with a silence. Asad heaved a sigh of relief, He smiled as he acknowledged that he was pleasantly surprised.

He realized that he was looking forward for more and he blinked.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, removed his belt, undid his pant button. Just as he was about to unzip his pants

"Mr.Khan, are you planning on removing all your clothes here, right now? I can see everything... your biceos, your triceps and haayyee your six packs... Kya hiddem talent hai - app ka besharam"

Asad was so shocked. He quickly picked up his change and rushed into the washroom. He switched on the lights and winced when he saw the condition. There was lingerie all around. The towels were draped carelessly over the rail. The counter top of the washbasin was littered with all the toiletries. He carefully placed his clothes on the rail and to start to clean up before he changed. He looked into the mirror and stopped when he saw something written in lipstick on the mirror.

"Mr.Khan don't even think of cleaning up. Just change. Fresh towels in the cupboard."

He cleaned the mirror, feeling a little better, picked up a clean towel from the cupboard and went about to change. He stepped out of the washroom.

Announcer voice: Open the wardrobe.

Asad walked to the wardrobe and opened it.

Announcer voice: "Take care not to break anything like you did the last time." Asad frowned in irritation. Zoya voice giggled.

Voice continued Wear the turban that you see and step out of the room.

Asad was amused to see a sultan's turban inside. He picked it up and held it in his arms, hesitant to wear it, feeling silly. He placed it under his elbow and proceeded to walk out.

"Mr.Khan, you are to put it on your head. It was not to be an ornament on your arm. Put it on." Zoya's voice.

Asad put it on his head.

"Haaayyee, Mr.Khan... so cute" Zoya's voice giggling. Asad blushed.

He stepped out of Zoya's room.

Announcer's voice: Walk towards the light illuminated door.

Asad looked around and was shell-shocked surprised at what he saw...

P.S. My hindi is quite bad, so please forgive the grammar and the words used. Please ignore any English grammatical errors.