CHAPTER ONE :
He walked out of his hotel to look for something better to eat. He was fed up of eating the same food in his hotel from last one week. He walked down the 12th East Street while checking on his phone for any good Vegeterian Restaurant in New York nearby his hotel.
He stopped as finally he found out the restaurant he was looking for from last 15 minutes.
'Angelica Kitchen.' He read the name outside on the board while looking at the small but yet elegant restaurant. He took a deep breath and walked inside hopefully to get good vegetarian food.
After placing his order he was again busy on his phone checking his schedule starting from day after tomorrow as he was going back to Mumbai today in the evening after attending one of his friend's wedding last night which was boring according to him.
He never understood why weddings were given so much time and importance if people can go and just do paper marriage in court without wasting friends and relatives time. It was not the only problem he had with weddings, he had a long list of issues regarding marriage in his mind and the reason behind it always made him rub his forehead in frustration.
He was lost in thinking about her again when his phone buzzed on the table bringing him out of his problems.
'Assalam O Alaikum Ami !' He picked up the phone with a smile on his face.
'Walekum Salam. How are you ?' She asked with concern for him.
'I am fine. I was just going to have lunch.' He said in the same tone.
'Good. I just called you to ask if you went to meet Anwer Bhaijaan ?' She asked him confusedly while he took a deep breath and remained quiet waiting for her to understand that he didn't.
'Asad why are you doing this ? What will they think if they will get to know that you were in New York and still you didn't bother to go their for an hour even.' Dilshad told him the side affects of his least bothered nature.
'Who is going to tell them ? And they are coming to Mumbai in few months anyway so we can meet then.' He said annoyingly as he was still not sure about what he will talk to Zoya after 10 long years.
'I have told them that you are in New York.' said Dilshad while Asad's mouth opened up in disbelief as he was not sure what he should say at her mother's cruelty. 'And to your much surprise Zoya and Humaira are coming to Mumbai with you. Rashid has booked their tickets already.' She said and this time he was more shocked.
'But why ?' He asked the very first question from so many questions running in his mind.
'You know the reason already.' Dilshad reminded him.
'But their is still time --- in all that.' He said confusedly as he was not sure how should he react at Zoya's decision.
'Why don't you go and ask her all these questions by yourself ?' Dilshad asked him mischievously while he shrugged his shoulders as suddenly he realized that he wasn't interested in her at all and he never discussed anything about Zoya with Dilshad ever.
'Can you tell both of them to meet me at the airport ?' He asked sheepishly as still he had many reasons to not go to their house.
'No ! I have told Bhaijaan that you will go their to pick them and better behave good infront of him.' Dilshad said with amusement not forgetting to warn him at the end.
'Ok. I will try.' He said as he was still not sure if he will go or not.
'And once again Happy Birthday Dr Asad Ahmed Khan.' Dilshad wished him again to cheer up his mood.
'Thank You ami.' He said in the same calm tone as he was not a kid anymore who will feel happy everytime anyone wishes him his Birthday. He was a Doctor now. A Cardiologist in one of the best hospitals of Mumbai. A hospital made by Rashid in memory of Asad's Grand Mother.
'Allah Haffiz.' He said and disconnected the call while leaning back on the seat.
She is going to be with me in the plane. How am I going to tolerate her continuous bickering ? Now it really seems a long tiring flight ! He closed his eyes as he could imagine her continuous laughs and silly antics in plane. What would I talk to her ? Why did she agree to come with me ? Once a stupid always a stupid. He thought annoyingly as he still remmebered how stupid she was before but somewhere inside he was happy that he was going to meet her after ten long years.
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Humaira was busy in squeezing all her clothes in her suitcase to zip it but after trying hard for 15 minutes she sat on the suitcase and started putting her clothes inside that were coming out from both sides.
'Done finally !' She sighed happily and stood up to look at her suitcase proudly. She looked at Zoya's suitcase which was in more bad condition.
Now I should work on it. She thought as she was very well aware of Zoya's laziness. She started packing her stuff in a better way than how Zoya would have done but in the same way how she zipped her own suitcase. She stopped when she heard the doorbell ringing.
She came bounding down the stairscase as she knew her father would be busy watching TV and Zoya was not home yet. She opened the door and was surprised to see a handsome man standing there and smiling as he recognised her already.
She started smiling aswell still unaware of who he was and sighed dreamily as she saw him taking off his aviators almost killing her with his eyes and keeping them in his pocket. Unintentionally she started admiring his perfect looks while Asad coughed as he couldn't ignore anymore of her drooling session over him like a lovestruck while Humaira came out of her dreamland.
'Actually --- ' He was expecting her to recognize him but her expressions were still confused as she was trying hard to recognise this similiar face.
'Asad Ahmed Khan.' He said and smiled at her changing expressions from confusion to shock to surprise and then to guilt.
'I am sorry Bhaijaan --- How can I forget --- abu is waiting for you ---' She stammerred as she realized how stupidly she was admiring him and he let out a soft chuckle as he didn't know what to say at that.
How can I not recognise him ? I am so damn stupid. She thought while biting her lower lip.
'Come inside Bhaijaan. Abu is waiting for you from last two hours.' She stammerred again as she wasn't sure what should she talk to him and in nervousness she didn't bother to ask him any formal question but she was happy to see him here finally.
'Ya sure.' He said while walking inside with her. After gaining much courage he was finally here even though he tried hard to give many reasons to Dilshad afterwards but his parents were not ready to agree on anything and after Rashid's order thier was no other option left other than agreeing.
'Abu Asad Bhaijaan is here.' Humaira said as she entered the living room and Anwer Farooqui stood up keeping the remote control aside and moved forward to hug him.
'Assalam O Alaikum !' said Asad with a smile on his face.
'Walekum Salam ! Come sit.' He said and Asad sat on the couch infront of him while Humaira walked toward the kitchen to get water for him.
Their was an awkward silence between both of them as they both didn't knew where to start from.
'Bhaijaan !' Humaira called him and he looked up as she was offering him to have water. He took it from the tray and took a sip from it.
'Call Zoya and tell her to come soon. You guys have to leave in an hour.' Anwer said to Humaira and she smiled while taking out her phone from the pocket and walked back to the kitchen.
'Does she knows that she has a flight to catch ? Still she is late ?' Asad asked as he couldn't leave a chance to take out Zoya's mistake while Anwer smiled.
'Yes she knows. I told her in the morning about flight timings. Its just that she got a call from --- ' He stopped when he heard the doorbell. Anwer stood up to check the door while Asad kept the glass on the table. He could hear Anwer talking to some man outside while Asad looked at the room more clearly now. It was beautiful with a TV in the corner and some floor cushions beside the couch on the carpet. His eyes stopped at some pictures on the corner table.
He stood up and walked toward the table taking only Zoya's picture from their. A smiled spread on his lips as he saw her holding a guitar in her hands and singing something. A conversation they did long back came in his mind.
'Zoya I swear I won't marry you if you won't concentrate on being a doctor only. I want to marry only a Doctor.' He said with anger visible in his tone as he was trying his best that she should back off from their wedding.
'But I want to be a rockstar.' She said happily ignorring his tone.
'Then go and marry a rockstar.' He said annyoignly as he couldn't leave this chance of getting rid of her while she looked at him in disbelief.
Asad kept the picture back and took another picture from the table. It was Humaira and Zoya's. They both were making weird faces in the camera. He came out of his thoughts when he heard the same chirpy voice at the door that he used to hate years back.
'Abu I did it ! I did it ! I am so happy today.' He heard Zoya's loud and chirpy voice while he could imagine her dancing somewhere in the house. He kept the frame back.
'You say this everytime Zoya.' said Anwer as this was nothing new to him while Asad was not sure what they are talking about. He couldn't hear her voice anymore so he turned back to see what happened.
She stopped at the door of the living room when she saw him standing near his pictures.
Is he really here ? Or am I imagining all this ? She thought with her eyes wide open as she was not expecting him to be here ever. She had stopped expecting anything good from him a long time back.
'Hi !' he said with a faint smile on his face while Anwer was again busy with his friend on the door. He was confused to see her shocked as he was told that she knows already. Wait ! Did Ami lie to me that Zoya is waiting for me ? He thought while his gaze stopped at her clothes.
She was wearing a mini black skirt with a white colar shirt while her hair opened up on her shoulders and a small gold locket lying on her soft skin visible for him as her shirt's upper buttons were open.
She noticed his gaze and moved back hiding her legs behind the couch and closing the buttons of her shirt even though the collar button was too tight that she couldn't feel her breath but she did it as she was very well aware of his nature while he looked away rubbing his forehead in frustration at her stupid antics.
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A/N : So how was it friends ? A little confusing ? Everything will be clear in few updates. Do leave feedback and hit the like button 👍🏼
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Edited by --Bubble007-- - 11 years ago
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