HEY BUDDIES😃
BACK WITH AN OS...AFTER SO LONG. MISSED YA ALL!!🤗
BASICALLY THIS WAS AFRA'S IDEA...SHE WANTED TO SEE ZOYA SPENDING A DAY AS ASAD...AND THIS IS WHAT I MANAGED TO WRITE. HOPE IT SATISFIES YOU AFZ!!
AND YUP! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME AFTER READING THIS...I FEEL I AM NO MORE A WRITER AFTER WRITING AND RE-READING THIS😆
ONE DAY AS ASAD AHMED KHAN
"Hell No!"
"But..."
"This is it! I don't want to listen a word from you. "
"A very important client they were! The meeting was preponed and..."
"Yes of course! Everything in your life is important besides me. You were very right Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan...I am a misfit in your otherwise perfect life."
"Zoya..."
"Don't even think I am gonna forgive you this time! It was our wedding shopping and you...I guess you've no interest in marrying me and I have decided that we shouldn't either. What's the need to spoil our lives fighting with each other. Let's break it!!"
"Now Zoya, you are over-doing it! It was just a shopping trip...we can do it tomorrow."
"MY WEDDING SHOPPING!" Zoya screeched.
"It's my wedding too..." Asad argued.
"I don't think so!"
"Zoya! Enough is enough...it was an important meeting. My family, you and this wedding means a lot to me but I have other priorities as well. It was a very important meeting and due to the mess I was in, I just forgot to inform you. And look at you, what you do at home? Huh? Just get up at 8, eat junk, watch TV, again eat junk for lunch, joke around here and there...that's it! I have to work Zoya...it's not possible for me to call you for every small thing, some things you've to understand yourself." Asad bellowed, scaring Zoya. Hearing the loud voices, Najma and Dilshad peeped inside the room.
After so many traps set in their way, Asad has confessed to Zoya...not some extravagant romantic confession but a promise to stay together till death make them part. Zoya was very happy and herself conveyed the good news to her Api-Jeeju, making Zeenat dance at the fact...thanking God, the girl won't flee this time!! Both the parties talked and fixed Asya's marriage. Everything went fine, of course till today when Mr. Khan forgot to inform his Kaneez about cancellation of their shopping trip.
Dilshad shook her head in frustration seeing the two love-birds like they would jump on each other any second and pull out each others' hairs...who would say that they would be married in next few days...silly brats!
"Stop it you two! What is the point on crying over the spilt milk? Just let it go Zoya...he'll take you tomorrow." Dilshad intervened when she saw that the matter won't solve without her interference.
"Phuphi! He does this always...except me, everything is important to him." Zoya pouted.
Asad massaged his temples and scowled, "Zoya, it's your assumption. I really had some work and if you think that I just sit in the office, gossiping around, why don't you go and work at my place for a day?"
"Asad..."Dilshad reprimanded him.
"Mr. Khan! What do you think? You'll scare me by telling me to work as you! Don't forget...I am Zoya Farooqi and I can do anything in this world." Zoya challenged.
"Great! My silly Bahu..." Dilshad sat down on Asad's bed, muttering to herself.
"Fine...for tomorrow you'll be the CEO of Dilshad Constructions. You can do whatever you want, whichever way you want!! But please don't come to me crying that I did this to trouble you." Asad turned his back to Zoya.
"Hell No! I am not a cry baby...See you tomorrow Mr. Khan! Kal sham ko taiyaar rehna...mere office se aane ke baad hum shopping chalenge." Zoya announced proudly and walked back to her room.
___________________________________________
NEXT MORNING:
Asad was sitting at his usual place, sipping his coffee when suddenly his eyes fell on Zoya and he barely managed to stop his cup from slipping from his hands.
Dressed in an off-white blouse and navy blue pencil skirt, Zoya looked no less than an arrogant business-woman. Asad had a hard time controlling himself from getting up and kissing her then and there. While he was busy admiring her, she sat down and called for Dilshad, breaking his trance.
"I thought you would've cooled down till now." Asad said casually.
"You challenged me Mr. Khan and I never deny challenges!" Zoya announced.
"But Zoya, aapko toh Bhaijaan ke office ke bare mein kuch nahi pata. I mean, unke kaam ka salika, clients, contracts aur sites. Aap kaise karengi yeh sab?" Najma asked intrigued.
"Tomato! I am sure you Bhaijaan himself is unaware of all these...Prasad keeps reminding him. He'll do that for me too." Zoya coolly replied.
"What do you mean to say? I do nothing...it's all Prasad's hardwork?" Asad almost choked on his drink.
"Mr. Khan, stop fretting like a girl and please don't spoil my mood. I will feel frustrated throughout the day. Wish me luck like a good fianc." She giggled.
"I guess you need some serious best wishes. It won't be easy!" he warned.
"Let's see!" she winked and he scowled.
_____________________________________
DILSHAD CONSTRUCTIONS:
Prasad walked behind Zoya, explaining her schedule to her, "Mam, after 20 minutes, you have a meeting with Samar Chauhan..."
"Who's he?" Zoya scratched her head.
"He's the CEO of Elton group of Hotels, he is here to meet us about our upcoming venture together. We are building a chain of 15 hotels for them all over India." Prasad explained.
"Oh okay..." she nodded.
"Then you have those foreign clients. They need your signature on the deal...a very short meeting. Then, we'll visit the site at 2 pm with Miss Vrusha, for her bungalow...and then at 4..." Prasad went on speaking while Zoya's eyes popped out hearing that she'll have to move around each second to do something or the other. But she was Zoya, Zoya Farooqi after all!! How can she back off?!!
___________________________________
After a hectic discussion on how and when to start the construction of Samar's so called hotels, Zoya felt like her head was just about to burst and all she did was to smile at him here and there. She didn't get a word that Prasad discussed with Samar. And that man! He left no chance to flirt with her...if only her Mr. Khan was here...he would have broken each of the bone in his body.
"Mam!" Prasad called her and she reluctantly looked at him and smiled nudging him to speak further. "Foreign client, Mr. Jones and his team are here. Let's go and meet them, we just have this half hour and then we've to rush." He completed and Zoya assured him that she'll reach the meeting hall in five.
When Prasad left, Zoya couldn't stop her brain from thinking, "I guess it's not Mr. Khan's fault that he's so boring and monotonous. It is this company that he keeps...look at this Prasad, how boring he is!! Never smiles...weird guy! Oh yes, even he's not at fault...I think his wife bothers him. He works so hard...must not be giving time to his family. Tabhi toh inki biwi ko inse shikayat hogi...I think I should give him leave for at least a month...no no, how will Mr. Khan work without him? Uff! I have to keep him away for a longer time...tabhi toh Mr. Khan mein changes aayenge...one month is fine!! Haan!" Zoya decided and with a new found happiness strolled towards the meeting hall to attend another boring meeting.
____________________________________
LUNCH TIME:
"Mam, let's make a move. Miss Vrusha must be waiting for us." Prasad said meekly.
"Abhi? I mean...ummm...it's the lunch time na." she asked horrified that she has to skip her lunch.
"Mam, actually she had invited us...Mr. Khan and me to have lunch with her and then visit the location.Now, when you are here, I think you shouldn't deny it at the last moment." He suggested.
"Oh, okay! Let's go then..." Zoya was excited at the prospect of eating out. "Junk, junk, junk!!! I am coming..." she squealed in her thoughts.
_____________________________________
On reaching the restaurant, Zoya literally froze on her feet. Miss Vrusha was nothing like she thought. She wasn't dressed like a businesswoman or for that issue, like any sensible women. She wore a micro...wait nano-mini-skirt which barely covered and revealed everything. Her top was a disaster...showing her cleavage upto where it left nothing for imagination. Zoya felt dizzy at the prospect of having Mr. Khan see a girl like this.
"Hello, Ms. Vrusha...meet our boss Ms. Farooqi. Mr. Khan is on leave today...so he has appointed..." Prasad was effectively cut off by Zoya.
"Hi, I am Zoya Farooqi. Mr. Khan asked me to handle all this for a day. I am not well-versed with this thing but still I can't deny him." Zoya grinned showing her dimples, trying to reveal how much close she was to Asad.
"Oh! Is Asad alright?" Vrusha asked concerned.
"Yes he is!" Zoya replied suppressing her anger at seeing the audacity of this girl...how can she call him Asad...when even I don't call him so!!
"Let's feed ourselves." Vrusha announced and Zoya was glad for the interruption. She felt like chopping this girl's head off.
_____________________________________
"So, Ms Vrusha? Are you married?" Zoya asked.
"Not yet...but I plan to...very soon!" she smiled.
"Haan haan, iska bas chalta toh yeh toh mere Mr. Khan ko hi le ke furr ho jati. Nahi nahi! Yeh kya soch rahi hoon main? Mr. Khan is not like that! He loves me only." She smiled to herself.
"And you?" Vrusha nudged.
"Next to next week..." she said jovially.
"Oh! Great...congratulations!" Vrusha was happy...{she's getting married...no threat Vrusha!"}
"Thanks, I hope Mr. Khan has invited you. Will see you there." Zoya announced deliberately. {Being happy...huh? Let me show you...}
"Asad? Why will he invite me for your wedding?" Vrusha asked irritated.
"Why not? If I am the bride then he's the groom...he can invte his associates too." Zoya dropped the bomb finally and literally laughed out loud on seeing Vrusha's distraught expressions. {Messing with Zoya...huh?}
"He...you mean Asad..."
"Yes I am his fiance..." Zoya flaunted her engagement ring while all the color drained from Vrusha's face.
They finished their lunch...gloomy Vrusha eating half-heartedly while Zoya filling herself on her expense and headed to see the location for Vrusha's bungalow.
_______________________________________
Zoya felt happy whenever Vrusha called her Mr. Khan as Mr. Asad...very well!! At least now it doesn't sound like she owns him. Zoya left no stone un-turned to mention her closeness with Asad...seeing this shameless, badtameez, bad-dimag girl burning with jealousy felt so right. How dare she even thought about even trying to woo her Mr. Khan...you deserve this Ms. Chammak Challo!!
"Ok, Prasad. Let me know after As...Mr. Asad sees this location too." Vrusha said.
"No need, Ms. Vrusha. He never deny any of my words. I have finalized this deal and this place. We'll make your bungalow here." Zoya announced proudly.
"Oh...okay. I don't mind. It's a nice place...I liked it too."
"That's good...then there's no problem. We'll shortly start working on it." Zoya spoke like a professional.
Vrusha nodded half-heartedly and wished her luck. Prasad escorted her to her car while Zoya mentally did her happy dance.
"Mere bhole Mr. Khan. Inhe samajh hi nahi aata ki kaise log inke bholepan ka advantage lete hain...mujhe inki training karni padegi. Pata nahi kitni aisi ladkiyon se pala padta hoga unka?" Zoya decided...she can't let Mr. Six packs to fall in any sort of trouble. He won't! His own smart and intelligent Ms. Farooqi will groom him. All set!
___________________________________
"Prasad! For god's sake!! No more meetings now...I am tired." Zoya whined.
"Mam! It has emerged up suddenly. Mr. Sharma wants the model today as he's going abroad for some personal crisis tomorrow. He wants to finalize the design today." Prasad explained.
"Okay...let's make the presentation." Zoya said eyeing the wall clock.
"Mam, not the presentation. He wants the final model..." Prasad said afraid that Zoya will break his head anytime now.
"Model? Who jo architect banate hain? How will I make it? Aap bana lijiye..." she said annoyed.
"Mam, I don't have any idea about it. Mr. Khan prepares all the models himself."
"What?" Zoya asked loudly, out of surprise. She was touched by the fact that his OCD Ahmed Khan believed working hard for achieving any goal...he might be having many trained architects in his work-force but he did all the work himself. How cute!
"I think I should call Mr. Khan." Prasad whispered.
"Hmmm...haan!" As much as Zoya wanted to win this but she couldn't risk a deal being cancelled.
______________________________________
Zoya looked wide-eyed at the model which stood in front of her eyes. It screamed of perfection. Her Akdu was a workaholic for sure but his work displayed sincerity and dedication. He spent each part of himself to provide those comforts which his family enjoyed. She felt somewhat guilty of scolding him for a petty thing.
Asad had prepared this model beforehand and hence Dilshad Construction was spared any shame. When Prasad had informed this, Zoya felt like killing herself, surely he was doing all this for saving time for her and the impending wedding. Why has she acted all dramatic? She had hurt him with her childish behavior and now it was time she mends up things between them.
_________________________________________
Zoya packed her belongings while Prasad sat in front of her, playing with his fingers. His boss' boss wanted to say something to him. What could it be? The seriousness on Zoya's face bothered him.
"Prasad, I think you should take a leave." Zoya said finally.
"L..e...leave mam? Why? Did I do something wrong?" Prasad was terrified by the sudden announcement.
"Oho! Mistake hoti toh fire karti na...I want to give you this leave because you seem over-worked. You should spend some time with your family." Zoya smiled.
Prasad felt happy seeing Zoya so concerned for him. "Thank you mam!" he smiled a widely and wished her goodbye.
"Prasad?"
"Yes mam."
"You should smile more often...it's good for health. And yes, hope to see you at the wedding." She asked.
"Sure mam! Good night."
______________________________________
KHAN VILLA:
Asad paced worriedly across the living room and Dilshad and Najma looked at him.
"If you are worried for her then why do you keep fighting with her?" Dilshad asked out of curiosity.
"Ammi...ho jata hai kabhi kabhi. I was tired yesterday and burst on her. She should've understood. But no, she has to act like a kid always." He shook his head.
"Jo bhi ho, don't scold her now. She would be tired..." Dilshad asked him and he looked at her in disbelief.
"I know Ammi...I understand!"
Just then the door opened and a weary Zoya walked in. Dilshad and Najma rushed to her and took her bag from her. All the time, Zoya's eyes lingered on Asad's face. His handsome face looked relieved today...no tiredness and no frowns. She felt silly for fighting with him...for no fault on his behalf.
Leaving behind a shocked mother-daughter duo, Zoya ran to Asad and crashed into his chest, hugging him tight. Asad was bewildered for a moment but then gently caressed her back. Zoya sobbed like a child while Asad pulled her back.
"What happened Zoya? Are you okay?" he panicked.
"Mr. Khan! I am so bad...I fought with you for no reason and you are worried for me??" she sulked and kissed him on his cheek.
Dilshad and Najma took it as a cue to leave the couple alone to solve their problem. Asad was embarrassed but glad that Zoya was no more angry on him.
"Zoya, it's okay. If I wasn't entirely wrong then I wasn't right too. I should've called you or Ammi at least. I will take care next time."
"I too behaved like a brat...you were busy, I know now. Asad, it was..."
"What did you say?" Asad asked surprised.
"What?"
"My name..."
"Hmm...can't I call you that?" she asked blushing.
"Of course...you can sweety!!" he winked while Zoya hit his arm playfully for teasing her.
"On a serious note Asad, I was wrong. It's all your hard-work. You have given Phuphi and Najma every comfort that they deserved. You never let us know what you do for us but I have realized now. Since a long time you did all this alone but now I am with you...each day, each moment of our life...together!" she said hugging him by putting her arms around his waist.
"I know Ms. Would-be Asad Khan. You are the light of my life...and I must say that you gave me a relaxing day at home. I am grateful." He hugged her back.
"Okay! Shall we go and select our wedding attires?" Asad asked.
"Not now Asad...I am tired." She yawned.
"I knew it...I have ordered the boutique to deliver some good pieces at our home. We'll choose from them. Come..."
"You knew it? Why didn't you stop me from going then? I am so tired now...all your fault!! You must have stopped me." She complained.
"As if you would've paid heed!" he muttered.
"What do you mean? That I disobey your wishes? How rude, Mr. khan!! Aaa...leave me!" she screamed when the ground slipped beneath her feet.
Asad scooped her up in his arms. If it was up to her she wouldn't stop complaining and bickering with him. But he had better plans for today...planning for their beautiful future together. Fighting could wait...after all she was drained ...spending a day as Asad Ahmed Khan isn't easy!!
BE LENIENT...LIKE AND COMMENT!
~SRASHTI😉
comment:
p_commentcount