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chapter 6 uncontrolabe attraction.
"wow what's that aroma...is that indian food" najma exclaimed animatedly while looking into zoya's tiffin

"yes...its punjabi food,its called Sarson da Saag and Makki di Roti...here have some" zoya foward her tiffin to najma who was in love with punjabi food by just tasting a few morsel. "ooohhh mmmyyy gggooowwwssshhh, this is so delicious" all their collegues also approached by sniffing ,tasted it and asked zoya who made such tasty punjabi khana.
"me and humeira...my friend we cooked it...everyday"
"no way...zoya you should teach us how to cook. my mom is always pestering me to learn punjabi food...she will be so happy..." najma pleaded
"why only you, she should teach us also" another girl proposed "guys you know what, we should make it in the cafeteria so that the angreiz (british people) can eat some indian food...what say"
"awesome idea...what do you say zoya...we will do it tomorrow...lets go make all the arrangements"
"ok" zoya murmured
The next day, Asad came in to an empty office, when asked, the peon told him that everone was in the cafeteria preparing a punjabi thali for everyone..."now that's odd" asad decided to see for himself and when he reached the kitchen he was bewitched by the sight-
zoya was singing and cooking at the same time...and making everyone else imitate her
https://youtu.be/gPugQ5T73xo [just trying to bring in memories]...
(Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye Aa Ke Mujhe Chhed Jaaye) - 2
Usse Kaho Kabhi Saamne To Aaye
Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye Aa Ke Mujhe Chhed Jaaye
Usse Kaho Kabhi Saamne To Aaye
Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aayez zoya hugging Najma and singing ...making cute faces...and laughing
(Kaisa Hai Kaun Hai Woh Jaane Kahan Hai) - 2
Jiske Liye Mere Hothon Pe Haan Hai
Apna Hai Ya Begaana Hai Woh
Sach Hai Ya Koi Afsaana Hai Woh
Dekhe Ghur Ghur Ke Yoonhi Door Door Se
Usse Kaho Meri Neend Na Churaye
Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye Aa Ke Mujhe Chhed Jaaye
Usse Kaho Kabhi Saamne To Aaye
Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye zoya helping everyone in their tasks. She was cooking like a true professional chef, knowing what she was doing, cutting, stirring, mixing, kneading...then smelling the pan and smiling with the result. She then took a spoon and blow on it and tasted some gravy while closing one eye...
(Jadoosa Jaise Koi Chalne Laga Hai)-2
Main Kya Karoon Dil Machalne Laga Hai
Tera Deewana Hoon Kehta Hai Woh
Chup Chup Ke Phir Kyun Rehta Hai Woh
Kar Baitha Bhool Woh Le Aaya Phool Woh
Usse Kaho Jaake Chand Leke Aaye
(Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye Aa Ke Mujhe Chhed Jaaye) - 2
Usse Kaho Kabhi Saamne To Aaye all staff dancing and jumping around zoya and she was perfroming like a star ...then she make them taste the food that they have been cooking
Everyone was enjoying. Zoya looked etheral, dancing everywhere telling everyone anout her dream prince who would sweep her off her feet. At that time, i wanted nothing but be the one she is dreaming about and fulfilling all the dreams. I could no longer think of anything else...my imagination of zoya as my wife came back in an instant. I could no more control my feelings anymore and decided to make this dream of mine come true...yes she would make a perfect wife...yes she would keep me close to his homeland...India...and above all his mom would have loved her as the perfect daughter-in-law... yes. I raised my eyes to pray that this dream would realise soon. I smiled to myself and blushed inwardly...[Tanveer watch all of this confused...]
Everyone helped in arranging the tables for lunch. Najma had invited everyone as staffs of Dilshad Businesses including their boss, Asad Ahmed Khan. And surely he came. They were all seated and helping each other. The menu consisted of Dal Tadka?, Jeera rice? Paneer Tikka masala? Dal Makni? Rajma? Chole? Aloo Parathas? Naan?...yallah so much...she cooked all of this...surely she is a punjabi kudi... Asad was sitting around another table opposite of zoya. Tanveer was serving him but she was confused how to proceed as she has never eaten indian. Asad was gawking at zoya who was unaware of anything and was enjoying her food making approving sounds and laughing heartedly with her new friends. Asad kept looking and looking at her while eating his food. It tasted so much like his mother's hand. tearfully he looked at zoya...yes she is everything his mother would have wanted for him...indian wife...punjabi food...zoya...she did not live on fashion and diets...she enjoy living and would make his life worth living again...each moment he looked at her, his intention became more concrete..."but how will she accept...i always screamed orders at her, pretended to be interested in other girls and showed her that she is just an intern ...nothing else...ya allah...ammi please help me in this?"

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