Chapter 4 Dislike #2 PizzaZoya went to her room and sat on the bed, completely frustrated. "Unbelievable! That khadoos told me I can't wear jeans!" Zoya exclaimed. "And are you going to change or not?" a voice asked. Zoya turned around to see Haider standing by at the door of her room. "I don't believe this! Ever heard of knock?!" Zoya exclaimed as she got up from the bed.
"Friends have to knock?"
"Duh! Anyways, what is it?"
"Since we're friends, I just wanted to know...do you always give up so easily?"
"Meaning?"
"I mean Asad told you to change and you hardly fought back."
"And what's it to you, Haider miya?!"
"I like cat fights. And besides, tumhari tevar aisi hai. So I thought you could say something."
Zoya's eyes beamed upon Haider's words. "You're right!" Zoya exclaimed. "Zoya Farooqi never gives up so easily! I'll show that khadoos who Zoya is! Thanks!"
"No problem! I'll be waiting down."
"Great! I'm coming!"
Zoya looked at the mirror and then stared at her teal top, which she realized had a stain on it. "I can at least change this." Zoya said. Zoya changed her teal blouse to the same one in a cream color. She looked at the mirror, smiling at herself. "There...now that's Zoya!" she smiled. Zoya headed downstairs slowly. Asad was in the living room at the couch on the phone while Zoya stood at the stairs. Haider stood in the kitchen with Najma and Humeira. Zoya came down to the kitchen. "Zoya, you only changed your top?" Najma asked.
"Yup!" Zoya replied.
"But bhaijaan will get mad!" Najma said, worried.
"Arrey don't worry, yaar. You don't know Zoya Farooqi!" Zoya exclaimed.
"So that's why you told us to stay here!" Humeira told Haider.
"All the best, Tevar wali!" Haider told Zoya.
Zoya headed to the living room and stood in front of Asad, who just finished his call. He looked at Zoya from head to toe, noticing she didn't change.
"You didn't change?"
"I changed my top, Einstein!"
"Is it such a problem to go wear a salwar?"
"Is it such a problem to wear jeans?! What is it with you?! There's nothing wrong with modern clothes!"
"Did you grow up here?"
"No! I grew up in Manhattan, New York! I came to India when I was eighteen."
"That explains it. People like you come back here, indulged in the culture there that you forget being Indian!"
"What?! Don't tell me such nonsense! Haider wears jeans! So why can't I...because I'm a girl! And that's exactly what I hate! There are people like you who feel women are less than men so we should have to cover up but you don't have to! I mean that's why in every Bollywood film nowadays we see, whether its Salman Khan or Hrithik Roshan...they have abs...so they flaunt them! Same case with girls! I have reasonably nice legs...so jeans suit them well! What's wrong with that?!"
Asad sat dumbstruck at Zoya's ranting. So much...that he was rendered speechless. "Well?" Zoya asked. Asad stood up, shaking his head. "You know what...I'm not arguing any further! In fact...I don't even know why I asked you to change!" Asad said. "You're not my wife or anything!"
"HA! Best joke! You could never be my husband anyway!"
"Why's that?!"
"My husband has to look like a Greek God like Hrithik Roshan, fight like Akshay Kumar, dance like Govinda, and above all romance like Shahrukh!"
Asad rolled his eyes at Zoya's dream husband list. "Jealous?" Zoya asked. Asad left the living room, heading upstairs without saying a word. Crazy girl! Asad thought to himself. Zoya turned around and went to Haider, Humeira, and Najma. "Wow, Tevar wali! Never seen anyone talk to Asad like that! Khamal hai!" Haider exclaimed as he high fived Zoya.
"I could never do that!" Najma exclaimed.
"This is the real Zoya," Humeira said. "She can stand for anything."
"Exactly! Now can I eat?! I'm hungry!" Zoya whined.
"Sure. I'll get it for you." Haider said.
At night time, Haider, Humeira, and Najma were asleep in their rooms. Asad was talking to Mr. Sharma on the phone in the office room. Just then, there was a ring from the door. Zoya rushed downstairs to get to the door. She opened it and her eyes beamed in excitement as she saw a delivery man holding two medium sized pizza boxes. "Ma'am, here are your two medium cheese pizzas." the delivery man said.
"Thank you!" Zoya exclaimed as she handed the money to the delivery man and took the pizzas. She closed the door. "Yes! Finally, I get to have pizza after so long!" Zoya exclaimed. She turned around and was startled to see Asad standing in front of her with a stern look on his face. She put the pizza's down on the coffee table and asked, "What?!"
"What's this?!"
"Pizza! My favorite food of all time!"
"I don't like pizza in my house."
"Allah miya what's wrong with you?! Who doesn't like pizza?! And do you just happen to dislike everything modern! Next thing you know you might say you don't like video games!"
"I don't like video games either."
"Hayye Allah! I was right! So basically...you don't like fun at all! HA! That explains everything!"
"Meaning?!"
"I've figured you out! You're a boring, khadoos, no fun guy who likes to order people around as if you're the Akbar of this house!"
"And you are a loudmouth, chatterbox, bickering, uncultured girl who roams around my house like its party in here!"
Zoya's mouth dropped wide open at Asad's comment. She stomped her foot in anger. "On second thought...you're no Akbar! Akbar loved Jodha even though she was different! And you...you're in desperate need of a vacation, Mr. Workaholic!" Zoya shouted. Asad rolled his eyes. Zoya was walking ahead, until she tripped over the carpet. As she did, she fell into Asad's arms and landed on top of him. She looked at Asad as he held onto her shoulders while she had her hands on his. She felt weird in the position they were in. Well...this is awkward, Zoya thought to herself.
Edited by meryl97 - 11 years ago
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