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Ok this time, i'm back earlier with a piece of work, BUT the difference is that this one is just half mine, i mean that this one is a collaboration of my Sweet Peary (zola007) and me š³ to cheer our friend up, named Pinny, short for Pineapple (--SH7_Sunny--) š
So be ready my friends to laugh at our weirdness ! š and if this OS didn't make u break into a smile, i must stop telling jokes ! š
AsYa/KaBhi OS : The Non-Existent Things !
Sitting comfortably on his room's couch on a raining afternoon, Asad was reading one of his favourite book from his finest collection. Favourite because he read it three times already, but had to read it again to memorize the words, as if they would run away from the pages.
That's when Zoya came barging in, without knocking as usual and coming towards him ready to blow him up, he gets up, puts his book on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose, ready to hear Ms. Toofan.
"Allah Miyan, what the hips is wrong with you, Mr. Khan ?! You are sitting here as if nothing happened a while ago, reading your book for the umpteenthed time peacefuly, after scolding me when i did nothing !", Zoya started her ranting while he massaged his temple while scrunching up his nose and arching one of his eyebrow for her new found vocabulary.
"Hips ? What happened to the "hell" of the "what the hell is wrong with you ?" ? Ms. Farooqui, it seems like your vocabulary is lessening day by day, you know, you should read these types of books to increase your vocabulary, if you want, i can land you one of mine, but be careful not to corner any pages and not to read while munchi...", Asad replied as if he didn't even heard the sentence after the word "hips" which grabbed the attention of Mr. OCD making Zoya go even more mad !
"Allah Miyan ! Mr. Khan ! Did you listen to what i said ! Besides i don't want to read your books cum dictionnary zyada !", Zoya cut him off and roared like a tigress in front of a hunter while he scratched his nape nervously. "And anyways, Mr. Khan, i didn't came to take another lecture on tameez and tehzeeb, i got one exclusively half an hour ago by the one and only Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan ! Even if it wasn't my fault ! Wow ! You are so kind-hearted that you give lectures on tameez and tehzeeb to the one who knows them already but why don't you try to give these lectures to those fake people who ACTS all tameez and tehzeeb even though they ARE the one behind every schemes and "coincidences" !", Zoya continued bitterly thinking about Tanveer, who framed her yet again to make Asad angry at her.
"Wait, wait, wait. Why am i feeling that you are talking about Tanu ?" Asad asked confusedly after a moment of thinking.
"Wow, Mr. Khan ! What sixth sense you have !", Zoya started sarcastically while he rubbed his forehead knowing that she was going to start again about Tanveer. "Mr. Khan, why don't you ever trust me ? Why do you always believe her ? Is it because she wears traditional clothes ?! How much judgemental can you be, Mr. Khan ?! ", Zoya continued tears brimming up her eyes then fury taking over.
"Ms. Farooqui, i...it...no..i ...u know...voh...actually...", Asad stuttered not being able to put his thoughts into words while Zoya facepalmed.
"You know what ? You are a complete buddhu ! You are trusting her blind-eyed ! I'm the only one who can see her true face ! She always have something cooked up in her brains, it is covered by her dupatta which is being a shield for you to notice anything ! But please, you go with Tanu on your balcony and have fun with her ! She's a witch, she will take off from your balcony on her broomstick !", Zoya ranted non-stop a hint of jealousy on her face and voice while Asad looked at her amused as if she just told him a joke.
"Ms. Farooqui, it's strange, but i'm almost sure, i mean i designed the house and i live in it since many years now, but i never had a balcony attached to my room besides my room is on the ground floor so what balcony are you talking about ?!", Asad replied amusingly at the beginning but finished with an exasperated sigh rubbing his forehead.
"Allah Miyan, what the hips is wrong with this man ?! Mr. Khan, why are you always hell bent behind correcting me ?! Sometimes with dil mein seena... anyways Zoya, focus ! So yes, i was saying... Ok fine, let's call it Non-Existent Balcony, since you don't have a creative mind like mine... By the way, i was saying something important, Mr. Khan, why do you always have to cut me like that ?! Don't answer this ! Stop disturbing me and hear me out !", by now Asad sat on his couch and was holding his head in his hands, pressing his fingers on his temple, trying to ease the growing headache. "So yes, i was saying hurting you and as usual i would be there patting your back while you are crying on your ship, i'm telling you Mr. Khan, she is evil, only i know her true colors, one day she will hurt you...", Zoya continued while sitting besides him but speaking as animatedly as before and Asad clutched his head even more tightly.
"Bloody wala hell !! Now where is this ship coming from ?! I don't have a ship either !" Asad replied massaging his temple vigorously.
"Ok, Non-Existent Ship too, happy ? What happened, Mr. Khan ? You are having a headache ? Do you want a head massage ? You know, Jeeju says that i do the best head massage ever !", she tried to take his head in her hands but he got up irritatedly.
"Ms. Farooqui ! If Tanu is not as innocent as you say, even you are not, i mean that you are Ammi's "bechari", even though i don't know from where she sees innocence in you and just as you're saying that you're the only one to see Tanu's true face then I'm the only one also who can see yours ! Aur Sirf main hi jaanta hoon ki aap bechari nahi hai !", Asad spoke irritatedly to a gaping Zoya who was now standing in front of him, her hands on her hips and her mouth wide open.
"Mr. Khan ! You are making me angry ! You know what, if i had a pistol right now i would have shot your ladli Tanu and if you wouldn't have been willing to say that "Zoya is great !", i would have had to kill you !" Zoya said angrily while bringing her index and middle finger together and bending her other fingers, making a gun with her fingers and pointing at him while he rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"And i would have pushed you off your so-called Non-Existent Balcony along with your pistol ! Besides it seems that you are loving Non-Existent Things nowadays, aren't you Ms. Farooqui ?" Asad replied smirking at her while moving his muscular arms in front of her and she gulped down her saliva.
"Arey Mr. Khan, i was only kidding, you know how much i love to joke around, don't you ?" Zoya said letting out a nervous laugh and taking steps backwards while he was taking steps forward, towards her.
"Why are you always behind Tanu ? Jealous, Ms. Farooqui ?" Asad asked still taking steps towards her and then her back touched the back of his room's door, when she tried to escape, he put his hands on the door at each side of her head, she was blocked.
"Je..jeal..jealous, my hips !" Zoya tried hard to keep her breath even and her voice without the tension while not making any eye contact with him.
Asad smiled a sly smile looking at her state, she was clearly affected by him, it was so obvious, a beautiful red crept up her cheeks, he wondered how he didn't noticed this breath-taking blush before. He slowly pulled her chin up to make eye contact with her.
"I..i don't scold Tanu, not because she's my friend but because she's a guest..." Asad said trying not to bring his famous "voh..actually.." in his sentence.
"Then what i am, Mr. Khan ?" Zoya asked in a whisper, holding her breath back, he smiled his shy smile, Zoya's favourite.
"Family..." Asad said through a sigh and Zoya couldn't help but to ask this question.
"I thought i was a musibat magnet guest who took shelter and will have to leave one day or another, so how did that change, Mr. Khan ?" Zoya asked looking deep into his eyes, asking and searching for answers in his eyes even though she saw the answers a long while ago...
Asad's heart broke hearing about her leaving this home.
"Not anymore, Zoya. You are a family member... I realised in Tanu's presence, how much you mean to me and my family... Tanu will have to leave in some days, that's why i kept treating her well, because she's a guest but you, i can't imagine my family without you... I know i'm not good at words, but i try... What i mean to say is that you don't need to leave from here...ever, you can live here...forever... In this house, with us... With...me..." Asad confessed adjusting his collar, turning a little red out of shyness, but he blew the last words as if those words would make her run away.
Zoya looked at him with tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks, too much in awe by this man.
Asad was scared seeing her tears, did it mean that she didn't wanted them ? She didn't wanted...him ? If it was her wish, he wouldn't oppose her. But the next second shocked him when Zoya threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, it meant that... Zoya wanted them, wanted him ?! He put his arms around her waist and hugged her back.
"What can i ask for more ? Mr. Khan, you are sharing your family with me ?! You are willing to tolerate me for the rest of your life ? Does that mean that i have a family ?" Zoya asked against his ear while he nodded, more tears flowed down her cheeks and she tighten her grip around him.
She had a family, a family to look back at... and she couldn't be happier, thanks to Mr. Emotionally-Challenged Ahmed Khan...
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PS: dont kill us, Pinny ! š i hope this cheered u up and made all the readers at least smile š³ all the credit goes to my sweet sis Peary (zola007) who helped me in ideas, my work has been just to pen it down š³ so all the praises must go to my sweet sis ! š
Please leave ur comments behind, my sis and me r thrilled to know ur reactions at this OS ! š³
Ok this time, i'm back earlier with a piece of work, BUT the difference is that this one is just half mine, i mean that this one is a collaboration of my Sweet Peary (zola007) and me š³ to cheer our friend up, named Pinny, short for Pineapple (--SH7_Sunny--) š
So be ready my friends to laugh at our weirdness ! š and if this OS didn't make u break into a smile, i must stop telling jokes ! š
AsYa/KaBhi OS : The Non-Existent Things !
Sitting comfortably on his room's couch on a raining afternoon, Asad was reading one of his favourite book from his finest collection. Favourite because he read it three times already, but had to read it again to memorize the words, as if they would run away from the pages.
That's when Zoya came barging in, without knocking as usual and coming towards him ready to blow him up, he gets up, puts his book on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose, ready to hear Ms. Toofan.
"Allah Miyan, what the hips is wrong with you, Mr. Khan ?! You are sitting here as if nothing happened a while ago, reading your book for the umpteenthed time peacefuly, after scolding me when i did nothing !", Zoya started her ranting while he massaged his temple while scrunching up his nose and arching one of his eyebrow for her new found vocabulary.
"Hips ? What happened to the "hell" of the "what the hell is wrong with you ?" ? Ms. Farooqui, it seems like your vocabulary is lessening day by day, you know, you should read these types of books to increase your vocabulary, if you want, i can land you one of mine, but be careful not to corner any pages and not to read while munchi...", Asad replied as if he didn't even heard the sentence after the word "hips" which grabbed the attention of Mr. OCD making Zoya go even more mad !
"Allah Miyan ! Mr. Khan ! Did you listen to what i said ! Besides i don't want to read your books cum dictionnary zyada !", Zoya cut him off and roared like a tigress in front of a hunter while he scratched his nape nervously. "And anyways, Mr. Khan, i didn't came to take another lecture on tameez and tehzeeb, i got one exclusively half an hour ago by the one and only Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan ! Even if it wasn't my fault ! Wow ! You are so kind-hearted that you give lectures on tameez and tehzeeb to the one who knows them already but why don't you try to give these lectures to those fake people who ACTS all tameez and tehzeeb even though they ARE the one behind every schemes and "coincidences" !", Zoya continued bitterly thinking about Tanveer, who framed her yet again to make Asad angry at her.
"Wait, wait, wait. Why am i feeling that you are talking about Tanu ?" Asad asked confusedly after a moment of thinking.
"Wow, Mr. Khan ! What sixth sense you have !", Zoya started sarcastically while he rubbed his forehead knowing that she was going to start again about Tanveer. "Mr. Khan, why don't you ever trust me ? Why do you always believe her ? Is it because she wears traditional clothes ?! How much judgemental can you be, Mr. Khan ?! ", Zoya continued tears brimming up her eyes then fury taking over.
"Ms. Farooqui, i...it...no..i ...u know...voh...actually...", Asad stuttered not being able to put his thoughts into words while Zoya facepalmed.
"You know what ? You are a complete buddhu ! You are trusting her blind-eyed ! I'm the only one who can see her true face ! She always have something cooked up in her brains, it is covered by her dupatta which is being a shield for you to notice anything ! But please, you go with Tanu on your balcony and have fun with her ! She's a witch, she will take off from your balcony on her broomstick !", Zoya ranted non-stop a hint of jealousy on her face and voice while Asad looked at her amused as if she just told him a joke.
"Ms. Farooqui, it's strange, but i'm almost sure, i mean i designed the house and i live in it since many years now, but i never had a balcony attached to my room besides my room is on the ground floor so what balcony are you talking about ?!", Asad replied amusingly at the beginning but finished with an exasperated sigh rubbing his forehead.
"Allah Miyan, what the hips is wrong with this man ?! Mr. Khan, why are you always hell bent behind correcting me ?! Sometimes with dil mein seena... anyways Zoya, focus ! So yes, i was saying... Ok fine, let's call it Non-Existent Balcony, since you don't have a creative mind like mine... By the way, i was saying something important, Mr. Khan, why do you always have to cut me like that ?! Don't answer this ! Stop disturbing me and hear me out !", by now Asad sat on his couch and was holding his head in his hands, pressing his fingers on his temple, trying to ease the growing headache. "So yes, i was saying hurting you and as usual i would be there patting your back while you are crying on your ship, i'm telling you Mr. Khan, she is evil, only i know her true colors, one day she will hurt you...", Zoya continued while sitting besides him but speaking as animatedly as before and Asad clutched his head even more tightly.
"Bloody wala hell !! Now where is this ship coming from ?! I don't have a ship either !" Asad replied massaging his temple vigorously.
"Ok, Non-Existent Ship too, happy ? What happened, Mr. Khan ? You are having a headache ? Do you want a head massage ? You know, Jeeju says that i do the best head massage ever !", she tried to take his head in her hands but he got up irritatedly.
"Ms. Farooqui ! If Tanu is not as innocent as you say, even you are not, i mean that you are Ammi's "bechari", even though i don't know from where she sees innocence in you and just as you're saying that you're the only one to see Tanu's true face then I'm the only one also who can see yours ! Aur Sirf main hi jaanta hoon ki aap bechari nahi hai !", Asad spoke irritatedly to a gaping Zoya who was now standing in front of him, her hands on her hips and her mouth wide open.
"Mr. Khan ! You are making me angry ! You know what, if i had a pistol right now i would have shot your ladli Tanu and if you wouldn't have been willing to say that "Zoya is great !", i would have had to kill you !" Zoya said angrily while bringing her index and middle finger together and bending her other fingers, making a gun with her fingers and pointing at him while he rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"And i would have pushed you off your so-called Non-Existent Balcony along with your pistol ! Besides it seems that you are loving Non-Existent Things nowadays, aren't you Ms. Farooqui ?" Asad replied smirking at her while moving his muscular arms in front of her and she gulped down her saliva.
"Arey Mr. Khan, i was only kidding, you know how much i love to joke around, don't you ?" Zoya said letting out a nervous laugh and taking steps backwards while he was taking steps forward, towards her.
"Why are you always behind Tanu ? Jealous, Ms. Farooqui ?" Asad asked still taking steps towards her and then her back touched the back of his room's door, when she tried to escape, he put his hands on the door at each side of her head, she was blocked.
"Je..jeal..jealous, my hips !" Zoya tried hard to keep her breath even and her voice without the tension while not making any eye contact with him.
Asad smiled a sly smile looking at her state, she was clearly affected by him, it was so obvious, a beautiful red crept up her cheeks, he wondered how he didn't noticed this breath-taking blush before. He slowly pulled her chin up to make eye contact with her.
"I..i don't scold Tanu, not because she's my friend but because she's a guest..." Asad said trying not to bring his famous "voh..actually.." in his sentence.
"Then what i am, Mr. Khan ?" Zoya asked in a whisper, holding her breath back, he smiled his shy smile, Zoya's favourite.
"Family..." Asad said through a sigh and Zoya couldn't help but to ask this question.
"I thought i was a musibat magnet guest who took shelter and will have to leave one day or another, so how did that change, Mr. Khan ?" Zoya asked looking deep into his eyes, asking and searching for answers in his eyes even though she saw the answers a long while ago...
Asad's heart broke hearing about her leaving this home.
"Not anymore, Zoya. You are a family member... I realised in Tanu's presence, how much you mean to me and my family... Tanu will have to leave in some days, that's why i kept treating her well, because she's a guest but you, i can't imagine my family without you... I know i'm not good at words, but i try... What i mean to say is that you don't need to leave from here...ever, you can live here...forever... In this house, with us... With...me..." Asad confessed adjusting his collar, turning a little red out of shyness, but he blew the last words as if those words would make her run away.
Zoya looked at him with tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks, too much in awe by this man.
Asad was scared seeing her tears, did it mean that she didn't wanted them ? She didn't wanted...him ? If it was her wish, he wouldn't oppose her. But the next second shocked him when Zoya threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, it meant that... Zoya wanted them, wanted him ?! He put his arms around her waist and hugged her back.
"What can i ask for more ? Mr. Khan, you are sharing your family with me ?! You are willing to tolerate me for the rest of your life ? Does that mean that i have a family ?" Zoya asked against his ear while he nodded, more tears flowed down her cheeks and she tighten her grip around him.
She had a family, a family to look back at... and she couldn't be happier, thanks to Mr. Emotionally-Challenged Ahmed Khan...
*******
PS: dont kill us, Pinny ! š i hope this cheered u up and made all the readers at least smile š³ all the credit goes to my sweet sis Peary (zola007) who helped me in ideas, my work has been just to pen it down š³ so all the praises must go to my sweet sis ! š
Please leave ur comments behind, my sis and me r thrilled to know ur reactions at this OS ! š³
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