CHAPTER 1ON A WAY TO OUR ROOTS
It was 6 am in the morning when zeenat and anwar had landed in delhi. Zoya had got down from her work at the airport to receive them.
"aapi!!!", zoya yelled waving at them near near the cab as she saw the duo coming.
"salaam-o-walaikum", she said as she hugged zeenat.
"bless you sweetheart", anwar replied as he hugged her. It had been a month that they were away from zoya. She was living on rent in delhi and had arranged their stay alongwith her. Today was the last day of her work. The next day they would be in bhopal, anwar's place.
Zoya dropped them home and headed for her work. She had always wished that her work would get over fast as she was more curious to see bhopal. She had heard a lot about this place and was very keen to visit it. She had learned of anwar's acquaintances in bhopal from him. He never stopped talking of Rashid bhaijaan (as anwar would call) and his family. This had definitely taken her interest to the next level.
"ji bhabhijaan we will reach tomorrow. Sorry for the trouble that we are giving you. Yeah its been so long that we have seen each other..Allah hafiz.", anwar said as he disconnected the call.
"So are our hosts ready?", zoya questioned him chirpily.
"Zoya", zeenat stopped her with a stern voice.
"zeenat, well they better be ready as even they are unaware that we are taking a hurricane to their house.", anwar pointed zoya. At this zoya and anwar started laughing.
On the other end zeenat was living in a different world of worry. "God knows what he has planned for this girl!!!" she thought. Zoya was 25 now and there was no sign of maturity in her. Zeenat had always pulled up the topic of her wedding.
But this girl had always snapped it off with a regular retort,
"aapi, people in our community won't allow me to work after marriage. I am just against this stereotype of women that after marriage take care of your husband, his family and give birth to the heir of their property", she imitated one of the ladies who had come to see her for her son.
"So what is the plan jiju?" zoya asked fixing her camera in position as they reached bhopal the next day.
"Dear, bhaijaan's son asad is coming to pick us up."
"And you have to behave yourself, zoya. They are very sophisticated people. Kindly don't try your over the top antics there.", zeenat instructed her as she was still busy fixing the battery of her camera.
"aapi, you are instructing me in a way as if I was a chotu baby.", zoya said pouting.
"But jiju does this person what's his name ha.. sher khan oops.. asad khan know you?"
"Freak I didn't think about this!!! He was a kid when we left bhopal."
"well don't worry he will stand with a name plate near his car." zoya finished in one breath.
"zoya, he is our friend's son not a driver", zeenat tried stopping her..
"hsssh, i am hungry and thirsty i will get something from there..", she said pointing at the shop at front.
" you guys want something?" she asked her guardians. Both of them nodded negatively.
Amused at their collective response she said
"kya timing hai boss. Anyway you search for the name plate i will be back."
She ran towards the shop.
She ordered for a pastry which she had and went to the counter to pay the bill. As her thirst was growing and the water with her had become warm she decided to buy cold mineral water.
Soon after two different voices echoed in the ears of the shop owner for mineral water. He looked upon to find before him a guy and a girl ordering separately.
Zoya quickly looked for the one who had a similar taste as hers only to find a guy standing before her in a very formal attire. He seemed to her as a businessman. He looked quite handsome in those fastrack sunglasses as zoya observed him more keenly.
Edited by janhavi.bhat - 28 December 2012 at 10:44am