Dear Diary,
It's me again, I know its been a while since I've written but...I
was busy okay. With life. Don't judge me. You know, I imagine you glaring at me
right now. And it's a funny image. It's like a little black book with eyes and
eyebrows...haha. Okay I'll stop now. I am really weird sometimes.
I don't know where to start right now, I guess I should start from
where I left off, the beginning is always good. The beginning of all things
crazy! I still can't comprehend how so much happened after we left Bhopal! "
it's only been three weeks since but it seems like I've aged years. I HAVE THE
WRINKLES TO PROVE IT! I am so dragging Khushi to the spa after I vent out to
you, maybe get a nice facial, a full body massage and a haircut...I think I
have split ends. I digress, ah. Well Diary,
you are honestly much cheaper than a psychologist that I need.
So I went back and notices that the last thing I wrote, well vented,
about was Asad Ahmed Khan, it's funny how my life revolved around him back then
too. Did I mention he is the most emotionally challenged yet caring man alive?
Oh, and so sexy. I could just worship his body all day, his chest, his abs,
his- OKAY STOPPING HERE. I guess I should write down how he went from the
former to the latter (emotionally challenged to caring, but I'll tell you about
my journey of his body later too ;) ) I am so besharam.
Story Time: Khushi,
Arnav, Asad and yours truly all left Bhopal and it was raining like cats and
dogs. The normal - well, normal for action flicks I guess- happened. You know
when I sit there and wish my life was more interesting, yeah, never doing that
again. I like boring, normal, even though my life has never been normal.
I digress, on to the
real content. We were followed by goons from the restaurant we ate at. Now,
Khushi and me were asleep and when I woke up I was in a whole different car (a
sexy one at that) in the middle of a traffic jam. And you know how I get when I
travel, I think I had a light, er, severe fever. Asad frantically drove us to a
hotel where a doctor checked over me. In my sick haze I ended up confronting
him about his bipolar behaviour and he told me he liked me too and then HE
KISSED ME. Ya Allah, Diary, it was one of those fairy tale kisses you read
about, when electricity courses through you and you start feeling lightheaded. His
lips so soft, his hands all over-
Moving on, while I
was having my first kiss Arnav had gotten shot in the shoulder (don't worry,
the bullet barely grazed his arm) so we picked them up and headed to the
farmhouse. And I found a family, that loud, boisterous, loving large family
that I've always wanted. Badi Bi and Nani have to be the coolest grandmas
alive. One of them dances and the other one is more like a friend than a
grandma.
Dilshad (Ammi)
reminds me of mom, I feel more comfortable talking to her than anyone, even
Khushi, I feel like everything is going to be okay when she says it is. Rashid
Uncle (Dost) is a pretty cool dad, he pretends to be oblivious to what his kids
are up to, but he knows everything. And he gives great advice! Then there is
Aarti Aunty, Arnav's mom, she's nice once she warms up to you! And Manorma
Mami, she is hilarious and her English is just Mashallah (not in a good way!).
And now all of my new
siblings and best friends! There is Najma and Nikhat, Asad's sisters, who are
the sweetest girls out there and the best friends a girl could have. Anjali Di,
the big sister everyone wishes they had, she is the epitome of grace yet she is
so down to earth. Her husband Aman is like the family clown, hilarious. Their
kids Aarav and Riya. Akash and Payal, Arnav's brother and sister in law, their
kid Piyush! THEY FUSED THEIR NAMES TOGETHER! How adorable right? Ayaan, I
don't even know what to say, but if I ever needed a partner in crime it'd be
him. A lot of new people to let in right? But they've all made their little space
in my heart and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Carrying on, so we
spent a lot of time there and created amazing memories. Everyday was a party
and then there was the party...which I will tell you about later after I find
out exactly what happened that night. It is still a bit hazy...
Now, brace yourself
Diary. The next morning I found out two, well three, things. One, Khushi
finally told Arnav she was in love with him, he was quitting his job and she
was moving to India to launch her fashion line under his company! HOW EXCITING!
So of course I was ecstatic for my sister until I realized she'd be there and I
wouldn't be. Two, Asad Ahmed Khan wasn't quitting his job. We'll get to this
later. And three, Aapi and Jiju lied to me my whole life. Jiju, along with
being a business man, is a secret agent. And get this, he's Arnav and Asad's boss.
W*F? And was I ever
told this? No. They could have just told me before. I wouldn't mind a totally
random confession. Like I could be eating cereal at breakfast and Aapi could be
like "we have something to tell you." And then Jiju can be like "I am a secret
agent, the head of the agency in fact, not just a business man. I guess you are
old enough to know now Zoya. Have a great day at school." And the cereal would
fall out of my mouth while he left for work and Aapi would yell at me for being
a pig and we would have moved on. Simple.
They promised me that
they'd never hide anything from me so this came as the biggest shock of my life.
So of course in my heart broken and sad state I moped around instead of
actually talking to anyone. So I didn't talk to Asad...and I ended up drugging
him to sleep that night, so no talking. We'll get to the drugging when I update
the Pranks section! I am a genius!
And guess what, Aapi
and Jiju showed up the next day and they were all like "Hi, we are the biggest
liars ever but you should still love and trust us, we are here to whisk you
away ASAP and not give you any time to sort out the problems you have here." Okay, maybe they didn' t say that, but that's what it felt like. So Mr.
Emotionally Challenged Khan didn't ask me to stay and I left feeling like he
had ripped my heart from inside of me and kept it with him, but instead of
keeping it safely he'd stomped all over it. And I cried, and cried. And cried,
damn I cry a lot. How do my eyes even make that many-
Anyways, so the judge
asks stupid questions and records out statement and we end up at the airport
where Aapi is still trying to talk to me. She doesn't understand the term "I
need space". So I get up and go to the bathroom, where some sick f**k manages
to hit me over the head and take me out of the airport to the middle of
nowhere.
So of course I am
scared shitless but you know me and my big mouth. So this creep is trying to
get me to take my statement back and I am obviously like "hell to the no". So
he starts threatening me and I being a smartass tell him he can't and start
rebuking his claims and insulting him. But he was a creep, he was trying to
come onto me. And he was so sexist. God, I hate him. Anyway, so I was so sure I
was going to get raped but I was trying to be all brave, but it wasn't working.
I didn't know what I'd do after I threatened to kill that f**ker. And then Asad
shows up, and I don't think I've ever been happier to hear anyone's voice.
The events that
follow are kind of blurry, I went into shock like a normal person. I am normal!
f**k yeah! But I heard a lot of screaming and grunts coming from the creep and
he kind of just lay there bruised and unconscious and Asad walks up to me like
he just got dressed for the next edition of Sexy Secret Agent Magazine. So we
hug it out and stuff, and he's comforting me and I feel safe. And then my brain
turns back on and I flip shit. So I yell at him, and then he yells back. So
somewhere between all the yelling and moving closer to each other we finally
told each other the three words, I love you. So turns out he was going to quit
his job after the court date, OOPS. And then you know I have no filter
sometimes, so I am talking about out future kids and I kind of freak out
because I think he may freak out.
And this kid is just
like "we will make sexy babies" and I just melt into the car seat. Because A)
he is f**king adorable when he talks about our kids with that smile on his
face, B) I can't f**king believe he thought that far too C) making babies with
him is going to be a whole lot of fun and D) OMG, IMAGINE HIM HOLDING A LITTLE
BOY THAT LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM IN ONE ARM AND THE OTHER AROUND MY WAIST.
So he pretties me up
with his first aid box and takes me to the airport. Khushi's curled up in
Arnav's arms when we get there but she runs across the room like she's Usain
Bolt and hugs the living daylights out of me. And then Arnav does the same...I
see many broken beds in the future with all the force they use. Haha, get it?
Wait, why am I thinking about this? Ew. I'll shut up now.
So Aapi appears and completely
ignores Asad & Arnav and cried while Jiju talked to the guys. And then the
two of them left to get our boarding passes and stuff. You know, like call off
the 595839043904 search parties they put out type of stuff. SO then Asad being
the emotionally challenged idiot he is started stammering his usual, "uh, uhm,
woh actually...". So that went on for a while, and then he took his phone,
emailed in his resignation letter and told me he'd see me on Tuesday.
Which of course led
to a very euphoric me. My ears are still hurting from Khushi's joyous screams
as Asad kissed the living daylights out of me exactly 42 hours and 55 minutes
ago. Sigh. I miss him. After that Aapi walks in (after all the kissing and
screaming, I don't think she noticed me blushing like an idiot) and demands we
leave right then, after a few tearful goodbyes I actually wrote out our address
for them...which they already had because they apparently have files on
us...which is kind of stalkerish. Moving on, as soon as we got to New York I
demanded for some time away from Aapi and Jiju, who were insisting that I come
home. Jiju finally managed to convince Aapi and dropped us off at the penthouse
exactly 31 hours ago.
I honestly don't plan
on speaking with them until I wrap my head around this issue. I don't want to
say anything I'll regret, because if we talk now I definitely will say
something stupid.
So now I sit on the
patio and regale you with the events of the past few weeks while I wait for
Asad Ahmed Khan's phone call which consists of Arnav laughing a lot when Asad
says anything even remotely romantic. They are back in Bhopal, packing and
stuff. We have yet to discuss...anything actually. Where are we going to live?
Where are we with our relationship right now? What do we tell his family? And
how do I tell Aapi and Jiju?
Khushi is on the same
boat as me, a small yellow lifeboat and she's wearing her special life vest she
designed because the orange ones are ugly. HAHA. Anywhooo, she has yet to
tell Bua about Arnav, because she is scared. And I would be too. Dimple Aunty
isn't overly fond of men...and she'll probably hate the man her niece loves on
spot because he is taking her away to India. Sigh. Khushi's leaving. Got to go
Diary, it's 11:00 and Asad should be calling anytime now!
X-X-X
"Allah
Miyah, what's wrong with Mr. Sixpack Abs! Whatever happened to 'I'll call
you at 11:00 your time'. If he doesn't call in the next five minutes I am not
going to pick up." Zoya muttered under her breath while pacing around the
patio.
She
had been pacing for the past hour, managed to write a whole six pages in her
diary! But no call.
I am so not talking to him when he calls. At
all. Five more minutes and that's it. Who am I kidding? I've been threatening
him for the past hour. He said he would call at 11:00 tonight and it is now
12:02. She unlocked her phone
again and checked for missed calls. But there were none.
Five
minutes passed but no call. Then another. She put the phone down on the centre
table so she wasn't tempted to call him. He
should be calling me, he promised. And with that Zoya left her phone on the
center table and walked out to the patio. She was almost there when she heard
the familiar ringtone of her cellphone and turned around with a huge smile.
Zoya ran into the
living room at full speed to see Khushi standing there with the phone in her
hand and a teasing look on her face.
"Eager are we?" Khushi
laughed holding up the phone.
"Give me the phone!" Zoya said calmly.
"I don't think so..."
"Khushi!" Zoya said
running towards her but Khushi was a step ahead, she leapt onto the sofa and
jumped behind it.
"Hello." Khushi
laughed picking up the phone while running towards the kitchen as Zoya stood on
the sofa. Khushi ran into the kitchen while looking at Zoya who was hot on her
heels. "Asad? Oh, I was expecting Zoya's other boyfriend."
"KHUSHI!" Zoya yelled
cornering her between the island and the fridge.
"BEHIND YOU!" Khushi yelled
distracting Zoya as she ran to the other side of the island. Zoya groaned and cursed herself for falling
for the oldest trick in the book.
"Nahi toh, Zoya
doesn't miss you at all. She doesn't want to talk to you." She told Asad. "I am
kidding, you should have seen how fast she ran when the phone rang."
"KHUSHI! Give it
back." Zoya yelled jumping across the island.
"She is like moping,
she misses you that much...and she was moaning your name in her sleep last nig-
AHHH!" Khushi screamed as Zoya jumped across the counter and landed on top of
her causing them to fall to the ground laughing.
"Hello?" They heard a
frantic Asad yell from the other side of the line.
"H-Hello." Zoya
laughed picking up the phone.
"What are you guys
doing?" Asad asked shocked.
"I am on top of
Khushi." Zoya said.
"WHAT THE-" Arnav
yelled from the other side while Zoya and Khushi laughed.
"She ran away with my phone." Zoya pouted then stopped realizing he
couldn't see her.
"Put it on speakerphone!" Khushi said helping Zoya off the floor and
sitting on the island.
"HI GUYS!" Khushi said. "Hi Arnav." She giggled.
"You just said Hi Guys...and then Hi Arnav, so Arnav isn't a guy?" Zoya laughed.
"Shut up!" Khushi said poking her.
"You sound like you are having a lot of fun." Asad said.
"No, actually we were moping while waiting for your call." Khushi
said.
"SOOO?" Zoya asked.
"So what?" Asad teased.
"WHEN IS YOUR FLIGHT?" Zoya screamed.
"Flight? What flight?" Asad teased.
"ASAD AHMED KHAN-" Zoya started.
"Woah, calm it there Miss Zoya. Dude don't play with her, she'll
drug you again." Arnav laughed.
"Arnav, what if Asad wants to play with her? I am sure she was
dreaming about it last night, if you know what I mean." Khushi laughed.
"Oh, I don;t think he'll mind. He's blushing!" Arnav laughed from
the other side. "Dude, stop hitting me." Arnav yelled.
"OH MY GOD! You two are so crass." Zoya blushed.
"Tomorrow evening at 6:00 so we should be in New York by Monday
night." Asad said.
"That is so far away." Zoya pouted. "Use your money for good and get
a private jet."
"She's really eager. If you know what I-" Khushi laughed. "OW!" She
yelled when Zoya hit her.
"Stop beating my woman!" Arnav said.
"Yeah, well tell her to stop annoying me. And hurry the hell up." Zoya retorted.
"Fine. Khushi I am going to call you. Why don't we let the eager
lovebirds to talk?" Arnav said.
"BYE UGLY!" Zoya said.
"Shut up." Arnav said.
Zoya's POV
"And then there were two." I said as Khushi walked towards her room.
"So what is this I hear about your night time activities?" Asad
teased.
"Uh..." I blushed. "Khushi was just kidding." I wasn't really having
sexy dreams where you were doing unmentionable things to me, what dreams? What
is a dream?
"Acha?"
"You think I am lying?"
"Yes actually."
"Oh really?" I screamed.
"No?" Asad said but it sounded more like a question that a
statement.
"You
said you'd call at 11:00." I pointed out.
"I
fell asleep." He said.
"Tired?"
"I
can't seem to sleep."
"And
why is that?" I asked coyly already knowing the answer.
"I
am used to sleeping next to a murmuring girl nowadays and she isn't here."
"I
don't murmur!"
"You
do talk in your sleep Zoya."
"Well
you snore."
"I
don't."
"Fine
you don't." I said as he laughed causing me to smile because I could
imagine him sitting in his bed, running his hands through his hair laughing and
the sight was perfect. I missed him so much.
"What
have you been upto?"
"Oh,
you know. Cleaning, watching tv and stuff."
"Ah,
stuff. So destroying everything in your wake and finding new ways to get into
trouble." He said so confidently, as if it had actually happened.
How
rude, I am not that abnormal. I could have meant normal stuff, like writing in
my diary.
"Zoya?
Are you not speaking to me now?" He asked his voice worried.
No.
I wasn't going to speak to him now. Thanks for the idea Asad. Mwaha.
"So
I guess this is one of the things I am going to have to learn to
fix...solve." He said. "Zoya the silent treatment is very
childish."
Ah,
so this was obviously not his forte. You do not under any circumstance insult
your girlfriend when she is icing you the silent treatment.
He
was silent for a while. " I'm sorry? Please speak to me." He sounded
very worried. Good. Ignoring him will be a good tactic to use in the future.
"Zoya. Say something please. I already miss you as it is, don't deprive me
if listening to your beautiful voice." He pleaded.
Oh,
he's good at this. I felt my legs give out from under me as he said that. My
body always betrayed me when he complimented me.
"This
is so not fair." I pouted.
"What's
not fair?"
"I
am supposed to be mad at you for not calling on time and then insulting me. But
then you go and say something like that and I can't even stay mad at you. At
this rate I'm never going to win any arguments." I explained as he
laughed.
"It's
quite the opposite actually. I guess we should give up on arguments?"
"I
guess so."
"I
miss you." He said sighing.
"We
aren't very normal are we?" I asked.
"What
do you mean?" He laughed. "You aren't exactly normal..."
"Haha,
you are a riot." I said sarcastically. "I was just thinking that we aren't
very normal. Normal couples meet at school or work and stuff, they leave each
other for weeks and months at a time, it's so easy for them. And then there is
us. We've been apart for like two days and we're like this." I explained.
"Hmmm.
I guess we aren't normal then." He said not sounding bothered by it at
all.
"Shouldn't
we try to be normal though? This can't be healthy." I pointed out.
"Or
we could write it off as us being really in love with each other?" He
said. "Or maybe it's just my charm, it is impossible not to miss me."
"You
know, you are really bipolar. Sometimes you can't string a sentence together,
like when I was leaving and all of a sudden you are the smoothest guy out
there."
"It
is all part of the charm." He joked. "I think actually knowing where
we are now helped." He added after a moment.
"Hmmm."
I murmured.
"So
you should sit there and miss me lot okay?"
"I
am not even going to think about you." I lied.
"Really?"
"Of
course."
"So
you aren't going to think of how you like to cuddle up to me before going to
sleep and how my arms wrap around you?"
"Nope."
I said. But f**k, I was really missing that all of a sudden.
"You
are not going to think about how my lips feel against yours. How they trail
down your neck to the point right at the base of your neck that makes you
shiver."
He
wasn't even doing that and I was already shivering.
"Zoya,
did you just shiver?" He whispered.
"Uh
huh." I replied dazed, thinking of said lips trailing over my neck and
then down the rest of my body. I snapped back when I heard him laughing.
"I
hate you."
"I
love you too." He said.
"Get
yourself down here before I die of missing you." I said
"Your
wish is my command Miss Zoya Farooqui."
X-X-X
On the other side of the apartment:
"You
aren't funny though." Arnav pointed out to Khushi over the phone.
"Excuse
me! I am HILARIOUS." Khushi gasped.
"Fine
make me laugh then."
"I
don't have to prove myself! I am funny."
"It's
because you aren't funny Khushi."
"I
am too! I know so many jokes."
"Really?"
"Yeah!
"Why
did Sally fall of the swing?"
"Why?"
He asked smiling.
"Because
she had no arms!"
"That's
by funny Khushi."
"It's
a two part joke! Knock knock."
"Who's
there?"
"Not
Sally! Get it, because she didn't have arms..." Khushi laughed but Arnav
stayed silent.
"That
was horrible."
"Nooo!
I have another one. What do you call a nun in a wheelchair?" Khushi asked.
"What?"
"Virgin
Mobile!" Khushi laughed as Arnav let out a little chuckle.
"AHA!"
"That
was cute. You still aren't funny."
"You
just don't have a sense of humour." Khushi pouted.
"Are
you pouting?"
"How'd
you-"
"I
just know. What is your favourite colour?" He asked randomly.
"Why?"
"I
just want to know."
"Orange."
"That's
unusual."
"Yeah,
I don't know why people don't like it."
"Hmmm,
favourite flower?"
"Roses."
"So
I should send you a bouquet of roses when I piss you off?" He asked.
"Nope,
just one rose."
"Just
one?"
"Yep.
The beauty of a single flower gets lost in the bouquet." She explained.
"You
are so different from other girls you know?"
"I
hope that's a good thing."
"It
is. You never cease to surprise me. You know every time I learn or see another
thing about you I fall more in love with you."
"Arnav
Singh Raizada, right when I think I can't love you anymore you say things like
that." I smiled.
It
was silent then, a comfortable silence. There was a lot more to say but they
didn't need words to communicate. It was only when Arnav yawned that Khushi
realized how late it was in India.
"Go
to sleep." She whispered. "Good night Arnav. I love you."
"Mhm,
I love you too. Good night." He said as Khushi hung up.