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CHAPTER 2
Its Monday morning. Not my day. No body's day actually. I wonder if Mr. GRUMPY AHMED KHAN is home. Probably Not! I haven't got any chance since our last encounter to talk to him. he did what he wished. He was snoring on my bed for hours after we talked, while poor me settled myself on nearby couch muttering whatever incoherent words I have stored for my amazing life sucking husband. After that we had our dinner in silence where he was in no mood to talk anything and later we both got retired to our OWN respective rooms.
I check my smart phone for date and time. it shows 8 am. I realized I have less time to get ready, my friend would be here soon to pick me for office. I push away the covers and quickly make a dash to our bathroom for freshening up. Right as I'm about to take a shower, my wonderful husband parades in! has he ever heard about knocking? As in privacy and dignity? Apparantely not.
"You could knock." I say boring holes in him through my eyes.
"I could also care, but I don't" asad gives a indifferent look and shares a look which said he has something important to say.
"What do you want" I asks him giving him most identical glare, but my is a little softer than his if you compare. Ugh!
"my parents have called they want us to visit them this weekend." Is he serious? What I am here for family exhibition! I snarl under breathe.
I am not sure whether he heard of anything what I said but he surely turns his eyes heavenwards.
"And zoya." He starts, I simply look at him. "please try to behave sane when we are there."
What? What did he just say? Don't I behave sane. I am sane, infact I am the only sanest person in this zombie khan mansion if he had forgot.
"what do you mean by that mister. Are you saying I am mad or sycho?" I speak widening my eyes at him and he shifts his feet a step back before he nods in no with a funny expression.
So what he is lion but I am no pet here. No one dares to mess up with lioness zoya asad khan! Got it?
Did I just say his name with me? Omg. I seriously need a break this man is making me nuts. I scold myself under breathe once again.
And he laughs, excuse me what is so funny here? I scrunches my nose and gives him a not so funny look. He tries to suppress his laugh before he rubs his nose with his index and comes back to answer.
"see this is what I meant by behaving insane. You always talk with yourself. I may take you this way but I am not sure about my parents take." He fakes his sorrow giving a poker face.
Ugh!!!!! I hate him , I hate him... I can literally dance like a cheerleader singing the same feeling in tune.
"I am sane." I argue, pushing him away with my tiny finger.
Just when I think he would give me a left right and centre right on my face , his lips twitched upward.
"we are going. And you are behaving well. I hope I made myself clear." And he leaves the room, leaving me burning inside with anger. Now I feel why did have I complained to Allah about my boring weekends. This is punishment!!!
I look at left and then at right and finished my shower. Once I am done I come out and goes straight to kitchen picking up a wine glass I fill it orage juice and then sit at the dining table. Assuming I am getting drunk I sip like a drunker. Wow! It does magic. I almost feel like orange is acting like a toxic to calm me down. I know it can be funny for you all but for me its what I called as medicine , my medicine to preserve myself from getting crazy.
Damn! Why weekend arrived so soon! I dint realized when my calendar changed its dates so fast. I am done with my dressing, I have choose a perfect traditional work salwar kameez for meeting his family today. Its pink in color and is complementing my skin. I pose in front of mirror deciding which side of my shoulder will the dupata go well? when I am taken by surprise of someone standing in my room. I didn't have the trouble to guess as I can spot him even with my closed eyes, he is that annoying. I even hate him when he does nothing, absolutely nothing. Its just that I have a feel why is he even breathing around me. Ugh!
I carefully and cautiously anyways turns to face him and see, the spawn of satan himself is standing at the door.
"why do you keep coming back here? Please leave" I says folding my hand over my chest.
He turns around and narrows his hypnotic eye at me. Shut up zoya! He is annoying. He got terrible eyes and stinky breathe. I repeat under by breathe as if I am chanting an holy mantra to make the spirit run away.
I tries to not glance him, but he walks even achingly slower to me than before. What is he? A tortoise? ,I snorts again. not realizing he is having amusement watching me mutter painfully.
"if you have forgotten, this is my room as much as it is yours. More mine than yours really, since I pay-." I cut him off saying whatever on his face. He stops and shoots glares at me .its Definitely not a polite one but predator alike.
"don't use that tone with me zoya. Watch it" he warns and I have to bite my lips to refrain myself from giving any answer back to him.
He waits for few minutes before he opens his stinky mouth, " I came here to check on your dressing. " he then checks me up and down like a hungry pervert licking his lips before continuing , " and I think you have started to adopt good dressing qualities staying with me." He had a smirk in the end. Ugh!! Why he always has to push my buttons. I clearly didn't wish to have a fight here for god sake!!! I yell mentally.
"just to remind you. behave sane and normal in front of abu. Okay?" he voiced like a teacher to me. Am I a little kid here, hello!!!
"whatever." I say shortly then bites my lips before simply nodding my head in yes.
"fine come down in count three, I am waiting for you in the car." He says and leaves the room.
"ya allah what is he functioning here some military camp? Come in count three!! My foot" I imitate him chidingly and with a twist of mounth turns back to admire myself. Just then he calls, " one . "
" ya allah. " I throw everything hurriedly and dash to the parking lot.
I stare out of the window blankly, uncomfortably shifting my weight from one side to the other. I got to do something before I dies from this bore ride. I mentally complain.
My eyes fall on the small radio and my hands become happy to switch it on. Wow! Rahat Fateh Ali song. I love all his song, who doesn't?
I close my eyes and sits back comfortable listening to the soft sufi music played by him. just when I am enjoying the song its gets off out of nowhere! My eyes flew opens and I try to see the cause of my pain. he is so damn annoying!! Bloody monster! I yells so loud mentally that I am scared he must have heard me.
"it's a nice outfit. I haven't seen it before." He speaks after waiting for some time. complementing me? Me? Really. I don't believe my ears and so I turn my head to left and right confirming he is talking to me.
"who me?" I points out a finger on myself. Asad chuckles before rolling his eyes at me, :" its only your habit to mumble like a fool to yourself zoya, not mine." He taunts me and I have to try harder to stop myself from pushing him off the car. Why he has to be so irritating allah!!
"well its an old one , if you haven't noticed." I give him some information, making a face like I have just drank a fresh glass of neem juice. Eew!
Of course he haven't noticed it before. Someone has to be home to notice someone and he was never there. Asad you were never there when I wear it. I cry softly but manage to not show to him. its my first gift from his family if he haven't had noticed!
We get to the nice big house and get out of the car. And in no time we are welcomed by his siblings and his parents.
Rashid ahmed khan. Asad's father, smiles at me and I return him with a hello!
"Its great to see you both." He greets us and hugs asad , patting his back.
Pat him harder uncle please. I request but donot speaks.
"we are good." Asad answers him and I nods in yes. The sibling and other behaves like fish market around us and all I do is paste a plastic smile on my face nodding a yes at every question they ask. When my eyes met with asad I could see him staring like I will have a better day when I get home (its reverse please)
"asad how are you my child." Aunty dilshad said and I was just ignored my inquiry. Are they serious?
"and you my child how are you zoya?" I feel my chest growing with happiness. Yes she noticed me. I do a victory dance there . of course mentally.
" I am fine aunty." I say politely.
They take us inside and make us sit on the horribly large couch. Asad smiles at me to comfort. Am I over thinking here? I guess I am. I say to myself
"asad what about family?" uncle said something in whisper and I could see how uncomfortable asad had become.
"asad I really want to know when are you planning a family?" dilshad voice raised up and all two could do was gulp the matter of fact that they are dead. So dead!!!!
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actually i an not the one for cliffers but i could continue as it was getting very longet. So i left it there.
Now you all might have very well understand how impatient person i am. So here i have updated even before the day could complete.😃
I hope you enjoyed it.
Please leave your reviews before you leave.
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Its Monday morning. Not my day. No body's day actually. I wonder if Mr. GRUMPY AHMED KHAN is home. Probably Not! I haven't got any chance since our last encounter to talk to him. he did what he wished. He was snoring on my bed for hours after we talked, while poor me settled myself on nearby couch muttering whatever incoherent words I have stored for my amazing life sucking husband. After that we had our dinner in silence where he was in no mood to talk anything and later we both got retired to our OWN respective rooms.
I check my smart phone for date and time. it shows 8 am. I realized I have less time to get ready, my friend would be here soon to pick me for office. I push away the covers and quickly make a dash to our bathroom for freshening up. Right as I'm about to take a shower, my wonderful husband parades in! has he ever heard about knocking? As in privacy and dignity? Apparantely not.
"You could knock." I say boring holes in him through my eyes.
"I could also care, but I don't" asad gives a indifferent look and shares a look which said he has something important to say.
"What do you want" I asks him giving him most identical glare, but my is a little softer than his if you compare. Ugh!
"my parents have called they want us to visit them this weekend." Is he serious? What I am here for family exhibition! I snarl under breathe.
I am not sure whether he heard of anything what I said but he surely turns his eyes heavenwards.
"And zoya." He starts, I simply look at him. "please try to behave sane when we are there."
What? What did he just say? Don't I behave sane. I am sane, infact I am the only sanest person in this zombie khan mansion if he had forgot.
"what do you mean by that mister. Are you saying I am mad or sycho?" I speak widening my eyes at him and he shifts his feet a step back before he nods in no with a funny expression.
So what he is lion but I am no pet here. No one dares to mess up with lioness zoya asad khan! Got it?
Did I just say his name with me? Omg. I seriously need a break this man is making me nuts. I scold myself under breathe once again.
And he laughs, excuse me what is so funny here? I scrunches my nose and gives him a not so funny look. He tries to suppress his laugh before he rubs his nose with his index and comes back to answer.
"see this is what I meant by behaving insane. You always talk with yourself. I may take you this way but I am not sure about my parents take." He fakes his sorrow giving a poker face.
Ugh!!!!! I hate him , I hate him... I can literally dance like a cheerleader singing the same feeling in tune.
"I am sane." I argue, pushing him away with my tiny finger.
Just when I think he would give me a left right and centre right on my face , his lips twitched upward.
"we are going. And you are behaving well. I hope I made myself clear." And he leaves the room, leaving me burning inside with anger. Now I feel why did have I complained to Allah about my boring weekends. This is punishment!!!
I look at left and then at right and finished my shower. Once I am done I come out and goes straight to kitchen picking up a wine glass I fill it orage juice and then sit at the dining table. Assuming I am getting drunk I sip like a drunker. Wow! It does magic. I almost feel like orange is acting like a toxic to calm me down. I know it can be funny for you all but for me its what I called as medicine , my medicine to preserve myself from getting crazy.
Damn! Why weekend arrived so soon! I dint realized when my calendar changed its dates so fast. I am done with my dressing, I have choose a perfect traditional work salwar kameez for meeting his family today. Its pink in color and is complementing my skin. I pose in front of mirror deciding which side of my shoulder will the dupata go well? when I am taken by surprise of someone standing in my room. I didn't have the trouble to guess as I can spot him even with my closed eyes, he is that annoying. I even hate him when he does nothing, absolutely nothing. Its just that I have a feel why is he even breathing around me. Ugh!
I carefully and cautiously anyways turns to face him and see, the spawn of satan himself is standing at the door.
"why do you keep coming back here? Please leave" I says folding my hand over my chest.
He turns around and narrows his hypnotic eye at me. Shut up zoya! He is annoying. He got terrible eyes and stinky breathe. I repeat under by breathe as if I am chanting an holy mantra to make the spirit run away.
I tries to not glance him, but he walks even achingly slower to me than before. What is he? A tortoise? ,I snorts again. not realizing he is having amusement watching me mutter painfully.
"if you have forgotten, this is my room as much as it is yours. More mine than yours really, since I pay-." I cut him off saying whatever on his face. He stops and shoots glares at me .its Definitely not a polite one but predator alike.
"don't use that tone with me zoya. Watch it" he warns and I have to bite my lips to refrain myself from giving any answer back to him.
He waits for few minutes before he opens his stinky mouth, " I came here to check on your dressing. " he then checks me up and down like a hungry pervert licking his lips before continuing , " and I think you have started to adopt good dressing qualities staying with me." He had a smirk in the end. Ugh!! Why he always has to push my buttons. I clearly didn't wish to have a fight here for god sake!!! I yell mentally.
"just to remind you. behave sane and normal in front of abu. Okay?" he voiced like a teacher to me. Am I a little kid here, hello!!!
"whatever." I say shortly then bites my lips before simply nodding my head in yes.
"fine come down in count three, I am waiting for you in the car." He says and leaves the room.
"ya allah what is he functioning here some military camp? Come in count three!! My foot" I imitate him chidingly and with a twist of mounth turns back to admire myself. Just then he calls, " one . "
" ya allah. " I throw everything hurriedly and dash to the parking lot.
I stare out of the window blankly, uncomfortably shifting my weight from one side to the other. I got to do something before I dies from this bore ride. I mentally complain.
My eyes fall on the small radio and my hands become happy to switch it on. Wow! Rahat Fateh Ali song. I love all his song, who doesn't?
I close my eyes and sits back comfortable listening to the soft sufi music played by him. just when I am enjoying the song its gets off out of nowhere! My eyes flew opens and I try to see the cause of my pain. he is so damn annoying!! Bloody monster! I yells so loud mentally that I am scared he must have heard me.
"it's a nice outfit. I haven't seen it before." He speaks after waiting for some time. complementing me? Me? Really. I don't believe my ears and so I turn my head to left and right confirming he is talking to me.
"who me?" I points out a finger on myself. Asad chuckles before rolling his eyes at me, :" its only your habit to mumble like a fool to yourself zoya, not mine." He taunts me and I have to try harder to stop myself from pushing him off the car. Why he has to be so irritating allah!!
"well its an old one , if you haven't noticed." I give him some information, making a face like I have just drank a fresh glass of neem juice. Eew!
Of course he haven't noticed it before. Someone has to be home to notice someone and he was never there. Asad you were never there when I wear it. I cry softly but manage to not show to him. its my first gift from his family if he haven't had noticed!
We get to the nice big house and get out of the car. And in no time we are welcomed by his siblings and his parents.
Rashid ahmed khan. Asad's father, smiles at me and I return him with a hello!
"Its great to see you both." He greets us and hugs asad , patting his back.
Pat him harder uncle please. I request but donot speaks.
"we are good." Asad answers him and I nods in yes. The sibling and other behaves like fish market around us and all I do is paste a plastic smile on my face nodding a yes at every question they ask. When my eyes met with asad I could see him staring like I will have a better day when I get home (its reverse please)
"asad how are you my child." Aunty dilshad said and I was just ignored my inquiry. Are they serious?
"and you my child how are you zoya?" I feel my chest growing with happiness. Yes she noticed me. I do a victory dance there . of course mentally.
" I am fine aunty." I say politely.
They take us inside and make us sit on the horribly large couch. Asad smiles at me to comfort. Am I over thinking here? I guess I am. I say to myself
"asad what about family?" uncle said something in whisper and I could see how uncomfortable asad had become.
"asad I really want to know when are you planning a family?" dilshad voice raised up and all two could do was gulp the matter of fact that they are dead. So dead!!!!
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actually i an not the one for cliffers but i could continue as it was getting very longet. So i left it there.
Now you all might have very well understand how impatient person i am. So here i have updated even before the day could complete.😃
I hope you enjoyed it.
Please leave your reviews before you leave.
Thanks🤗
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