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I knew that Aapi was home as soon as I set foot over the threshold. I knew that she was home because one, I could smell bleach, and two; Zohail had a moody scowl on her face. My Aapi was a business woman, and she was a shark, she beat down the opposing companies with her quick tongue and determination. Seeing as she worked in a big hot shot company she was rarely ever home, but whenever that rare occasion happened, she cleaned.
"Zoya, is that you?" Aapi called from the kitchen.
"Yeah," I replied over the sound of scrubbing. "It's me."
Zohail chuckled humorously, "Ah, the golden girl is home. Yippee!"
"Thanks Zohail, it's good to be home." I replied sarcastically and Zohail snorted. I rolled my eyes at my younger sister's behavior and walked into the kitchen. I gagged when I smelt the strong stench of bleach and other cleaning products. Aapi was crouched on the floor, gloves covering her hands and a mop in her right hand. Her long as f**k hair was pulled into a high and tight pony-tail and no strands escaped the black elastic band to frame her face.
"This damn kitchen never seems to be clean!" Aapi scowled when she sensed my presence. "I've been cleaning it for the past hour but this dirt refuses to budge!" She pointed a gloved finger towards the tile she was scrubbing. I looked closely but I couldn't see anything.
"Well it looks spotless." I reassured her.
Aapi looked up at me, her gorgeous hazel eyes meeting mine and a smile forming on her pale pink lips. "Ah well," She sighed tiredly. "How was school sweetie? I heard that you had a Biology test,"
"Yes!" I exclaimed, "I got 83% (Idk how it works in other countries, but here we get Percentage marks so)!" I said proudly.
"That's great honey," Aapi smiled, "if you studied a bit harder you could probably push that up to the 90's!"
"Y...Yeah, I guess." I mumbled. I knew Aapi was only encouraging me to push myself in my school studies, but sometimes I just wish that she could be happy with the grade I got. 83% in my opinion was fine; in fact I was pretty bloody proud about it. "Aapi, do you have a second? I want to ask you something."
Aapi nodded and pushed herself up from the ground. She took off the gloves and rinsed her hands off twice with soap. When she was done she turned to face me with a weary smile. "What is it?"
"Well there's this party tomorrow night, and Humaira, Nuzhat and Lee-"
"A party?" Aapi repeated, cutting me off. "Who is throwing this party?"
I bit the inside of my cheek as I debated whether or not I should tell Aapi who was throwing this party. Would she remember Asad Ahmed Khan? I remembered her words from the wedding, "Zoya, I don't want you go near that naughty little boy Asad, alright?" - My shoulders slumped in defeat. If Aapi didn't want me hanging around with Asad when I was ten, there was no chance she would let me go to his party when I was sixteen!
"It's Ayaan's party," I lied quickly, "You know Ayaan."
Aapi pursed her lips, "The boy that's obsessed with Kareena Kapoor?"
I nodded, "Yeah, that's Ayaan. He always wears a wrist band with Kareena's name on it? Always compliments your skills on cooking Mantoo (Dumplings) and Biryani?"
"Ah yes, he's a nice boy. Quite the jokester!" Aapi smiled. Of course she would think Ayaan was a nice boy, he always raved about her cooking, and that was defiantly the way to my Aapi's heart. "I guess you can go, but only because you did well in your Biology test."
Yes! Thank you!" I squealed in excitement.
"Ok, ok, there's no need to make a fuss!" Aapi said sternly.
I immediately collected myself and cleared my throat. "Thank you Aapi."
"It's alright sweetheart," Aapi chuckled. "Go and do your homework, dinner will be ready in an hour."
I pecked her cheek before walking out of the kitchen with a skip in my step.
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"I'm so glad you can come!" Nuzhat said happily.
"Me too." I said down the phone.
I had been on the phone with Nuzhat for the past fifteen minutes. I had sent everyone a text saying that I could go shopping and to the party tomorrow and in return they had sent me the bus times and Humaira had told me that I could stay over at hers. I could tell that Aapi was slight cautious about the whole party thing but thanks to my Biology paper, I was allowed to go.
"Are you sure she won't find out you lied?" Nuzhat questioned anxiously.
I bit the inside of my cheek in worry, "I hope not, otherwise she'll eat me alive!"
Nuzhat made a sound of agreement. We had been best friends since we were little so Nuzhat knew fully well what my Aapi was like. All through primary school I wasn't allowed to go to parties, not even Aryana Sayeed's annual summer barbeque in year three. In High School I had finally snapped and begged Jiju to let me go to Humaira's fourteenth birthday party, he and my Aapi had finally caved and started letting me go to parties, but my Aapi was still hesitant, as always.
"Do you think I should have told her the truth?" I questioned anxiously.
Nuzhat sighed on the other end of the phone, "Does it matter now? It's already been done."
I knew what that meant. Nuzhat thought that I should have told my Aapi the truth; she always said honesty was the best policy'. Though, I knew that Nuzhat wasn't trying to make me feel guilty, she was just telling me straight.
"I guess I just have to make sure I don't get caught." I finally said. I spoke to Nuzhat for a few more minutes before we said goodbye. I let out a sigh and rested against my pillows. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously as I tried to forget about the fact that I had lied to my Aapi, and that if she found out she would skin me alive.
To distract myself I grabbed my laptop and logged into Facebook.
I groaned when I saw that I had one friend request.
Asad Ahmed Khan wants to be your friend!
I bet he does!
I stared at the request for a few minutes, the courser of my mouse inching closer and closer to the decline button. I huffed when I realized it would just give him the satisfaction if I declined his friend request. I click the accept button reluctantly and then started scrolling down the news feed.
I was untagging myself in ugly photos when I heard the ping! of someone private messaging me. I groaned when I read who it was from -I knew I should of clicked decline!
(messages in italic is Asad. Normal is Zoya.)
Asad Ahmed Khan
10:17pm
I knew you secretly wanted to be my friend ;)
I gritted my teeth as my fingers worked on the keyboard angrily.
Zoya Farooqui
10:19pm
You wish, Khan!
10:20pm
Are you still mad at me for giving you an amazing first kiss?
I felt my cheeks warm as I tried to keep my anger in check. Amazing first kiss? Who does Asad f**king Ahmed Khan think he is?
10.22pm
How many times do I have to tell you? I did NOT want you to kiss me! You STOLE my first kiss!
I frowned when I saw that Asad had sent me a picture. I cursed under my breath but clicked on the blue link. I was surprised to see it was a picture from Furwar's nikah, a picture of Asad & I. I was dressed in my baby pink salwar kameez, my brown hair curled down my back. Asad was stood next to me, his brown hair flopping on his forehead and dressed in a simple sherwani. I felt my cheeks burning as I continued to look at the picture. I wanted the ground to swallow me up as I saw the way I was looking at Asad.
My eyes stared up at him with adoration, a large grin was painted on my lips and my cheeks were flushed a violent red. Asad was looking down at me, a small cocky smirk on his lips as he evidently saw the love struck way I was looking up at him.
As I was wishing the ground would swallow me up, I heard the irritating ping! which told me that Asad had messaged me.
10:28pm
Do you still think you didn't give me the wrong impression? ;)
I was going to kill that arrogant arsehole!
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ik it might be a bit short but the next chappie will be longer :) good night everyone!!!!!
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