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here go the chap 5 , I know may be some of you will be disappointedof this chapter because it's short one, but I will try to update a long one next one.
Chap 5 Like brother and sister
It seem that fro that day they started a new beginning, a fresh white page for their new relation : frienship.They never discussed about what happen in the washroom, too awkward for them.
Every morning, Asad went to coffee shop and took a black coffee. At the beginning, he used just to wish her a good morning, take coffee and leave, but days after days, the 2 minutes extanded, and they chatted for 5 or 10 min. It was their new ritual between them. Each of them appreciated this moment, they accepted each other, sometimes they laughed, but they always fought for stupid thing, at least, we can't change them. Asad and Zoya had opposite personality but with time, Zoya discovered a new side of Asad, he's not just an arrogant businessman, but he had a soft corner, he could be gentle, soft and kind. His Majesty can be noble, she though.
Zoya was preparing his coffee like every morning, when Asad entered.
-good morning, Mister khan, she said without looking up
-good morning Miss Farroqui
-here you're coffee
-thank you Miss farroqui
-still no sugar, mister Khan?
-no thank you
-why?
-why what?
-why not with sugar Mister khan? Black coffee is really bitter
-because without sugar, you have the real taste of coffee, but if you add sugar, it will be sweet coffee and not coffee
-but did you try once? May be you will like it
-I didn't try and I don't want to try
-you are so boring Mister khan
Asad rolled his eyes
-you know what I think you're scared from changes,
- why should I change something which work, Miss farroqui?
-because it's fun and because when you mixed opposite things, you create an explosion and you can have a new taste, but instead of this, you know only one side of the things and you stay in your own routine, you never get bored?
-No, never, I don't like surprise, I don't like changes and I don't like sweet coffee, he said annoyed
-ya Allah,how can you say that you don't get bored, you always came at the same time, always wearing the same color, always drinking black coffee, Mister Akdu Ahmed Khan
- Miss farroqui, you know what if I don't do those thing, you will think that I'm ill or I'm not the real Asad Ahmed Khan, if I don't come always at the same time, you will think that something happen to me, sometimes the routine is a balance for other, I let the crasy thought for other
-ya Allah, you act like an old man, I wish you to find a woman enough crazy for two
-I don't need, I have you, enough crasy for 10 persons
She sighed in desperate
-what? That was a compliment from an old man like me who appreciate a compagny of crasy woman like you
-so you mean, by coming here, you change your day, do you like this change in your routine?
-I always came to see you, so it became a routine, and you prepare my coffee so you also in the routine, right?
-you are impossible Mister khan, you never give up
-never, he challenged her
-one day, you will put sugar Mister Boring Ahmed Khan
-you think that one day you will stop asking me to change
-I don't think so
-you never give up Miss Farroqui
-never, she smiled at him, showing her dimple, ok let's try something else, what about milk?
-Oups I'm late, I have to go Miss farroqui, he turned his heels
-Mister khan, some cream in you coffee?
-No, he said without looking at her
-Honey ?
He stopped and he looked back glaring at her
-what about honey? Not bad, hey na ?
He closed his eyes and he massaged his temple
-Allah Hafez miss Farroqui
-Allah Hafez Mister khan, it seems that I saw a glimmer of hope.
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At university
After a long day of lessons, Humeira was going home joined by her best friend Asma, they were a chilhood friend. Humeira want to a be a pediatrist for this worked really hard, she had no place for anything else excepted her family and studies, instead of Asma, who which to be a generalist , to get married a young age. Asma ad Humeira were opposite in their way to face life. One was ambitious and the other was a romantic.
-it was a looong day, Humeira, urrf, I hate anatomy lessons, so boring yaar
-it's not boring Asma, it's very interesting
-really ??? Tell how you will introduce "carpal tunnel" in normal conversation?
-in normal conversation, I don't talk about muscle or bone ,but I think you have a problem in the left and right carotid, you had a bad irrigation to your brain
-it's not my brain which has a problem, but my heart
-oh no please not again
-what ?? Look I'm like a flower without water, I'm like a cake without taste, I'm like...
-head without brain, said sarcastically Humeira
Asma hitted her arms
-ouch, that hurt , she brushed her arms
-did I hurt your triceps? Fine , you deserve it
-at least you know one muscle , she said ironically
-whatever, she shrugged, hey look who's there?
-where?
-there , the guy in the bike, O-M-G, it's Ayaan farroqui, one of the most handsome and popular guy in school, I'm in love.
Humeira smacked her head.
-not again Asma, you are always in love
-Humeira, you don't know Ayaan , don't tell me? Ayaan is really funny, friendly, popular, you will like him, she looked at her, or... not.
-I don't like those guy who tried to attracted everyone but for amusement rather than with serious intentions, he is just a spoiled brat.
-no at all, you should talk to him, you will like him, or may be you're just scared to fall in love with him
-me???? please, genetically, he's close to a monkey than homo sapiens
-that rude humeira, look he's coming to us, smile , humeira, smile
-Hi girls, Ayan said with a seductive voice
-Hhhiii Ayaan, replied Asma with a exagerated tone
- you must be ...
-Asma and my friend humeira
-oh yes Asma, how are you? And humeira
One guy came from behind and talked to Ayaan.
-you see he knows my name humeira, he's so sweet
-he didn't know you name, you just gave him, stupid
-So girls, My friend and I are going for a ride, you want to join us?
-excuse who are you? replied Humeira
Both Ayan and Asma were shocked and their mouth were wild open.
-i'm ...I'm Ayaan far...
-sorry , i don't talk to stranger
-but we can know each other if you want, he said husky voice
-no thank you , i don't like wasting time, bye Asma, and she left, head up ignoring both of them
-Sorry Ayaan, she's just not in good mood
-no it's ok, i don't like easy task, he said mischievious.
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Day after
Humeira came early to work a bit in library before lesson, while she was walking, a kid came to her and gave her a small paper.
-what is this?
He just ran, she was surprised and curious, she opened and her eyes were wild open with shock:
"Hi, let's start from the beginning , my name is Ayaan Farroqui, I'm in third year of medical school
and I want to know you better, will you be my friend, humeira Jee ? :) "
Humeira looked at him, he was far from her but she can see that he was smiling passing his hand in his hair, she glared at him angrily,for a answer, she tore the message into small piece,throw it in the air, and left.
-OKI that's means NO, I guess , muttered Ayaan to himself, you don't know me hummeira begum, I never give up.
Every day, humeira received a small message from Ayaan, sometimes it's poem, sometimes it just drawing but each time, he finished by asking: "will you be my friend?" ,and humeira , frustrated to the core, tore the message and throw it. The more Ayaan came close to her, the more, Humeira got angry. One day, Ayaan flirted with Asma, just to make her jealous, but instead of that it's irritated humeira.
2 weeks later
Humeira found a place where she can be in peace, Ayaan always found her, it feel like all the school were a spy for him, even Asma, betrayed her, she though. She was studying her lessons when she felt someone in front of her.
Ayaan was there, his head on his hands, looking at her like a little boy, she growled in frustration
-hi Humeira, I miss you
She stood up and started by folding her stuffs
-humeira, why you don't want to be my friend?
-I don't have time for this Mister Farroqui
-just try me, I'm not so bad
-I don't care, just STAY-AWAY-FROM-ME, understand????
Humeira started by walking when she heard him whistle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPcHo_obOIM (link for the songs)
Zara nazar uthaa ke dekho
Just raise your eyes and look
Baithe hain hum yahin
I am just sitting here
Bekhabar hum se kyun ho
WHy are you unknown of me?
Itne bure bhi hum nahin
I am not that bad
He came in front of her, with his hand on his hips but she pushed him away,
Zamaane ki baaton mein uljho na
Don't get confused in the talks of the world
Hai yeh aasaan jaanana
It is easy to know
Khud se jo agar tum puchho
Just ask yourself
Hai hum tumhaare ke nahin
Am I your or not
He offered her a flower, she throw it, and offered another one, but she throw it again, when he offered her a third one, she hitted his head with it
Teri aankhon ka jaadu
The magic of your eyes
Puri duniya pe hai
Is all over the world
Duniya ki iss bheed mein
In this crowd of the world
Sabse peeche hum khade
I am standing behind everybody
Sabse peeche hum khade
I am standing behind everybody
He grabbed her by her arms from behind and pushed her back and front
Sabse peeche hum khade
I am standing behind everybody
Mehfilein aayi aur gayi
Many parties came and went
Log aaye aur gaye
Many people came and went
Tum jo aaj aaye
Now that you have com
Dil mein ho bas gaye
You have resided in my heart
He offered her a heart shaped paper, she jerked away.
Muskuraa ke baat taalo na
Don't smile and postpone the matter
Phir miloge jo kahin
When we shall meet somewhere again
Dekhna yahi kahoge
You shall agree
Itne bure the hum nahin
That I was not that bad
She looked at him smiling soflty, he was smiling at her, proud of his acting, at least, it seemed that he moved something inside of her.
-will you be my friend? he asked extanding his hands
She looked at him and ... slapped him hard.
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