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Hi guys! Im supposed to be studying for an exam bit I cudnt help typing this up. I'm gonna warn u beforhand, its utter crap. It was supposed to be a drabble but it got too long to bs one so its like a mini os. I typed the whole thing out on my phone so i'm guessing there r a lot of mistakes , just ignore them. Ucan go ahead and take the risk of reading it, if u want. So here goes nothing:
The Saga...of the Shirt with a Hole?
"Come on, Zoya! I said I'm sorry!", said a highy exasperated Asad to a fuming Zoya. "Allah miyan, what's wrong with you, Mr. Khan?! Out of all the people in the world, why do you have to think that I'm the one who always messes things up?! Seriously, why?!", Zoya yelled from across the room, flinging a pillow at him, in the process. Asad quickly stepped to the side, dodging that full fledged pillow which had been flying straight to his face. Zoya stomped her foot in frustration, as the pillow swiftly flew past Asad's head and knocked down her phone which had been lying unattended on the table. Asad stifled his laughter as Zoya huffed loudly and marched her way around, to where her poor phone was lying, which was right behind Asad. She picked it up and looked up at Asad and scowled at him, menacingly. Asad was giving her an expression like, "What? That wasn't my fault." Zoya tried to scowl harder, if that was possible with her already extremely unpleasant expression. "You, mister! I'm not letting you off the hook this time, at least not until I'm satisfied.", Zoya hissed at him. "Umm...sorry?", Asad asked, unsure of his own reply. Zoya groaned loudly, before she snapped at him, "Listen, because this is gonna be the last and final time I'm telling you this. Sorry is NOT good enough. Heard me? Not good enough." "Ok, so what am I supposed to do?", Asad asked, with his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Zoya lips slyly curved into a dangerous smirk. Who said that a lioness can't tackle a lion? Zoya placed her index finger on her chin and rolled her eyes up to look at the ceiling, as she pretended to think. Zoya thoughtfully asked, "Sooo...you, in front of ammi, Najma and Raabert, God knows why he had to be there at that time, out of all the times, said that I was the one who burnt that rat hole into your shirt, with-", she was interrupted by a perplexed Asad, "How can it be a rat hole if it was burnt into my shirt?" Zoya glowered at him, before retorting back at him, "Firstly, do NOT interrupt me when I'm speaking. Secondly, cut out the 'I am Mr. Logic', act. Thirdly, just shut up and listen." Asad nodded his head quickly, in mock respect. Zoya glared at him, before she continued, "So, where was I? Oh yeah, the rat hole part. You said that I burnt that hole into your shirt, when I left the iron and bounced off somewhere, leaving your 'oh so precious' shirt to burn all alone, in front of ammi, Najma and Raabert. And God knows when that little spark hit your dull brain, yesterday, that it had actually been you who left the iron on and went to attend the door bell. Curse my fate, that I had to get married to a man who has the IQ of a beagle and a memory span less than a gold fish." Asad raised an eyebrow, at her, as he listened to her not so lovely description, he replied, getting a little tired of the conversation, "Zoya, seriously? Come one, it was an accident and anyway, why are you getting so worked up about such a tiny issue?" Zoya scowled at him as snapped back, "Well, I know it hadn't struck your dumb brain that you yourself was behind the assault of your own shirt, but even if you thought it was me, what was the need to come and yell yor head off at me, in front of everyone else? Have you got any idea of how embarrassing that was? Anyways, you siad yourself that it was a 'tiny' issue, so why on Earth did you get so worked up? Its not like you don't have any other shirt to wear." Asad sighed loudly as he held up his arms in defeat as he said, "Ok, I admit, it was my fault and it wa extremely stupid of me to do that, but you wanted me to do something for payback, right? So, what do you want me to do?" Zoya immediately grinned as she said with a hint of evilness in her voice, "Well, you're not as dumb as I thought..."
"Come on! Time is ticking by, Mr. Khan! Get your stuff out and get a move on!", urged an impatient Zoya. Asad looked like he was about to burst into tears any moment. He grudgingly picked out a five of hi shirts from the far end of the cupboard, just as he was about to place it down, Zoya rapped him slightly on his knuckles with a pen. "What?", asked Asad. Zoya smiled sweetly, as she questioned, "Aren't those supposed to be your shirts from when you were in college?" Asad bit his lower lip, sheepishly, as he reasoned, "You just told me to pick out five shirts and I did just that. You didn't tell me to pick out anything in particular." Zoya replied smugly, "Well, now I am saying so." She swiftly made her way to his cupboard and tossed him some of his shirts. Just as she was about to pick his black shirt out, she withdrew her hands and mumbled to herself, "Nah, I like that one." Asad breathed a sigh of relief as she decided to leave that shirt alone, that one had been his favourite and he knew Zoya liked him in it,too. She pulled out another one instead and dropped it on the iron board in front of Asad. She looked at him appologetically, feigning pity. Asad nearly whimpered as Zoya handed him the iron box. "Hurry up, then. You know what to do." Asad looked back and forth from his shirts to the iron box. "Come on, Mr. Khan. Don't be such a sissy." Asad looked up at her plesdingly. She ignored him and pointed at her watch. Asad turned his attention back to the shirts as he finally let the iron box press down on one. He looked away, waiting for that dreadful hiss of burning to come.
But it never came. He waited for a little more while, but it still hadn't come. He looked back and say that his shirt was perfectly fine, except the iron box wasn't there anymore but an imprint of jam on it, in the shape of the underside of the iron box. He loooked back up at Zoya who was grinning at him cheekily. It was obvious that Zoya hadn't switched on the iron box but had instead dipped the underside in jam. He groaned as he yelled, "Zoya!" "God Mr. Khan! Your face! You looked like a five year old trying to stop yourself from crying! Wait till ammi and Najma hear!", Zoya laughed off. "You will not do anyhing of the sort.", Asad snarled at her. Zoya daringly asked him back, "And if I do?" Asad took off behind her before she could even have time to figure out what was going on. She screamed and ran around the sofa and bed in circles, as Asad dashed behind her. She soon ran out of breath and very obviously, Asad caught hold of her and pinned her against him as he wrapped his arms around her. Zoya squirmed in his arms as she giggled. Asad grinned as he asked, "Have I ever told you how annoying my wife is?" Zoy laughed and whacked him on his arm lightly. "You are absolutely horrible Mr. Khan!" "I know!", Asad replied, casually. "Still, you can't hold on to me forever, I'm gonna tell ammi and Najma!", Zoya declared. Asad raised his eyebrows as he challenged, "I'd like to see you try." "Don't dare me, Mr. Khan. You very well know that Mrs. Zoya Ahmed Khan is capable of doing anything in this world, she wants." "I'm not saying that you're not daring enough to do it, I'm just saying that you'll have to face the consequences and I can assure you that you are not gonna like the consequences I am talking about.", Asad said, pointedly. Zoya furrowed her eyebrows, "Can you please elaborate on the word 'consequences'?" "Let's put it short, I'll chase you to Paris if you do anything of the sort?" "What?", Zoya asked, flustered, having a faint clue of what she was talking about. "Where did you say you wanted to go for a honeymoon?", Asad placed his words carefully. Zoya gasped as a wave of realization washed upon her. "Oh", she said, as she found a blush creeping up her cheeks rapidly. "Now its your decision, Miss. I Can Do Anything, you keep quiet, or its marathon run to Paris." "Shut up, Mr. Khan.", she said, as she struggled in his arms to free herself, her cheeks glowing red in all its glory, by then. "I didn't know Zoya Ahmed Khan could blush.", Asad said as he ran his fingers over her hot cheeks. Zoya pummelled her fists on his chests, as she yelled, "I hate you! You are so mean!" "How am I being mean?", Asad asked. Zoya just glowered at him, he snickered and asked, "So you promise to keep shut?" Zoya grudgingly replied, "I...I...promise." Asad grinned, triumphantly. Zoya glared at him as she said incredulously, "Allah miyan! What's wrong with you, Mr. Khan?! You are grinning like you just beat Dhoni's score in IPl!" Asad scowled at her. Zoya grabbed the opportunity as soon as she saw it coming, "Why are you looking at me like that? Jealous much?" He scowled even harder at her. Just as she started, he cut her off. "You are-" "Paris." Zoya quitened and slumped herself in his arms. Asad let go off her and walked towards the table. Zoya watched him curiously, as he pulled out an envelope. He strode back towards her and thrust the envelope into her hands. "What's this Mr. Khan.", asked Zoya. "See for yourself.", said Asad,stoically. Zoya opened the envelope and lulled out a couple of what looked like tickets. She peered at them closely. She gasped, "Paris?!". A lop sided smile appeared on Asad's face. "But you said...", she stopped as she realized that he'd actually tricked her into promising, using Paris as a mere excuse. "You cheater!" Asad smiled at her smugly, as he grabbed a towel from the cupboard and made his way to the bathroom. He stopped forna second and turned back to Zoya, who was still trying to recover from shock. "Zoya?", he called out. She looked up at him, "We're leaving in two days. I've already informed ammi and Najma." Asad walked into the bathroom wordlessly, after that. Zoya turned back to the tickets, she whispered to herself, "A...honeymoon?"
~The End~
Ok ok! I know it was absolute rubbish! I guess the starting wa somewhat ok but I got restless by the time I got to the end so its at its worst in the last. All slippers (size 4😆), tomatoes and eggs accepted. I hope it was at least tolerable, this is by far one of the stupides stuff I've wrote till date. Ok, I'm gonna shut up now. Plz do leave ur reviews behind! Even if u've got nothing good to say, coz I can't expect it anyway. Thnx for reading! Signing off,
Ramya 😊
Note: Buddy for PMs. 😊
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