Hi guys!
This is small one-shot.
Asad claimed Zoya to be his in front of everyone. Now the car ride must be interesting? Ms. Zoya-toofan-Farooqui could not have just let it slide, right? 😆
For Monica (mocchug) who wanted something like this!
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As they walked towards the direction of the parking, they could still hear the laughter, the applause and the chatter of the people who were spectators to their life-changing moment. Asad shook his head at the absurdity of the situation that just took place. He was very tempted to pinch himself to see if he really was a part of the drama that just occurred or was it just one of his hallucinations; and honestly, over the past few days, his unconscious had gotten very active in conjuring up illusions with the bane of his existence always present in those - Ms. Zoya Farooqui.
Well, the mentioned person was walking in a daze besides Asad Ahmed Khan. Zoya stumbled and tumbled in her steps as she made her way towards the car. Similar thoughts invaded her mind - did this really happen? Is she dreaming? Was any of this real? Unlike Asad, Zoya had no qualms over pinching herself to test the validness of the moment she was in.
Ouch! Allah Miyan! Does this mean that Jahanpanah Six Packs really dashed to the airport to stop me from leaving India? Zoya thought to herself.
Ya Allah! Did I really act so rashly? I put a ring on her finger, for crying out loud! Asad wondered silently.
Both of them halted in their movements suddenly and looked at each other with wide eyes. At the same time, the exact same thought ran in a loop in their heads.
I am engaged!
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Asad stowed her luggage in the boot of his car and made his way to the front. Zoya was already seated and fiddling with her fingers. Asad tried very hard to not notice the particular finger and the shiny object that she was twisting.
He stole another glace at her and then started the car without saying anything and made his way towards the parking exit. After a few minutes of stifling and very awkward silence, Zoya could hardly contain her bursting questions and she finally broke the silence.
"Allah Miyan! What is wrong with you, Mr. Khan? Why are you acting like this?" she exclaimed.
Without taking his eyes off the road, Asad replied, "Like what, Ms. Farooqui?"
Zoya gaped at him. "Like this! This nonchalant, I-have-no-idea-what-you-are-talking-about facade that you are putting. It's not the time for that. I can see you looking at me from the corner of your eyes when you think I am not looking! I demand answers!"
Asad coughed self-consciously, "If I don't know the questions, how will I give you the answers, Ms. Farooqui?" he shot back.
Zoya scowled at him, but then nodded to herself and grinned. "Fine, you asked for it! Why did you stop me from leaving?" she asked in a challenging tone.
"Ammi didn't want you to leave." He replied back, in an overly calm voice.
"Phuppi? And you had nothing to do with your marathon chase?" she asked, in contempt.
"No. I did not." He said in an even tone.
"Why did Phuppi not come with you, then?"
"She told me to hurry. She didn't want to waste time."
Zoya opened her mouth to argue, but then slumped back, then in tiny voice she asked, "Why did do that?"
"Do what, Ms. Farooqui?" he asked in an irritated voice, "I am not a mind-reader, okay?"
"FINE!" she almost growled at him, "You can act all ignorant. But you can't ignore that you put a ring on my finger, Mr. Khan. In front of hundreds of people, if I may add and you are saying that you have no idea what I mean? Why did you do THAT?"
"I told you, Ms. Farooqui. Ammi did not want you to go. I could not think of any other way to stop Mr. Bhatavdekar from deporting you. "
"So you thought that getting engaged was a great idea? You could have just told him that we were getting engaged!" she said.
"He wouldn't have believed any of it!" he retorted.
Zoya stomped her foot in the confined space, "Well! Of course! For him to believe any of it, it would have required for you to say that you over-reacted and that what you told him at the house was not true. And why would Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan apologize when there are other ways of getting things done, like giving some an engagement ring just for the kicks, no?" her voice dripped with sarcasm and disdain.
"Stop acting like a victim. As if you wanted to leave! I did you favor!" Asad roared.
Zoya gasped, "You you want me to be grateful to you? Wow! Well, then! Thank you, Zill-e-ilahi, first for insulting me in front of everyone, then basically throwing me out of the house! Thank you for coming to my rescue that wouldn't have been necessary if not for you, then thank you for putting a ring on my finger without thinking what I want or what it would mean, and thank you so much for not caring what this means! Thank you!" she fired at him, her body trembling with rage, irritation, confusion and hurt.
Asad took a deep breath, "Stop the drama, Ms. Farooqui. It's not a big deal. Don't get hyper." He tried to cover his actions.
"Not a big deal? Mr. Khan, do you even realize that consequences of what you have just done? Or does this not matter you to at all? I don't care what you think! Do you have any idea how sacred and pious all these rituals and traditions are for me?" she spat at him.
"Stop judging me, Ms. Farooqui! Maybe I should just drive back and leave you at the airport! I said this is not a big deal because none of this is real! Now will you stop your Spanish Inquisition? My head is pounding."
Now Zoya looked more hurt than angry, "Well, you must stop a lot of girls by giving them rings, if this not a big deal for you!" she said in a clipped tone.
Asad whipped his head in her direction and saw her look the other way. The fight in her body left her and she slumped against the window. The light from the sun fell on the stone on her finger and it glowed proudly, unaware of what it had just done or the colossal significance it held. Asad cursed under his breath but remained silent.
When did life become so complicated?
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A/N: Nothing too much, I know.
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