SS: Something Anything - Note on pg 137 (14/9) - Page 43

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"Who are these... wonderful people?" Asad inquired unabashedly. He leaned forward in his seat a little, contemplating whether he should reach out and hold her fidgety hands in his over her knee. He began to lift his hand, but Zoya moved her hand away at that point, to count.

"Phuphi, Najma, Raabert, Humeira and..." Zoya began listing the names on her four fingers, before sticking out her thumb to say the last name, adding a dramatic pause on purpose. She contained her smirk as she watched Asad edge forward on his seat even further, practically falling off as he waited for her to complete her sentence.

"All the shopkeepers near the Badi Masjid who didn't try to kill me despite my incessant questioning," Zoya finally said, and Asad sunk back into his seat, crossing his arms across his chest as he heaved angrily.

"Miss Farooqui, she must've misunderstood! Bechari. Why didn't you say what you wanted clearly?" Asad decided, the relief reflecting it his voice clearly. But it quickly disappeared when he found Zoya narrowing her eyes at him.

"Accha, so even when she does make a mistake, she's just a bechari who had a misunderstanding. And when it comes to me, half the time I'm not even given a chance to explain myself," Zoya mumbled under her breath, biting her lower lip to stop any actual curses from flying out.

"What? What is it Mr Khan? You still have something to say? Then say it," Zoya hissed, turning around to face him just as he began rubbing his nose. He moved his hand away from his face cautiously, nodding after weighing his options.

"Yes, woh... Miss Farooqui, woh actually..." Asad started to explain, stuttering when he realised that half the plane was watching them with extreme intrigue, including the bald man next to Zoya's original seat.

"Rehne dijiye Mr Khan, and don't follow me anymore. Allah hafiz, and have a nice life," Zoya cut in, after a pause that was much too long. She marched out thereafter immediately, leaving Asad behind with everyone staring at him. He tried really hard not to, but he could still feel his eyes watering up. He really blew it this time.