2: We meet again.....

Zaheer's POV,

I brought my mom for her routine check up. She has diabetes. I was just waiting for the reports that's when my phone buzzed. "I'll just take this call its from work" i told mom. She just smiled and nodded sitting in the waiting room.

I've never been so thankful to a call from work as I was that moment, because of that call, I got to see her again.

She had a injured girl in a burkha with with her. She looked so desperate, her beautiful face full of concern.

'maybe she ran to the nearest hospital'

I thought she must be a family member but I was wrong. 

"That girl is soo brave, she helped a complete stranger." One of the nurses outside said.

"Yes, and the rickshaw driver was saying she came and stood in front of a bus to stop it as that little girl couldn't move. The bus was so fast, if she wasn't lucky enough, it would've killed both of those girls" another one said. 

'Whoa! She did that?' a smile came on my face. 'miss hitler, you really are something' .

I heard my mother calling. I turned to her as she came out with the reports.

"Oh you got them? Show me" i took the file eagerly. She patted my arm.

"Zaheer beta everything's normal. You don't have to worry." She said.

"I don't think so after I caught you eating jalebi the other day" I said.

"1 wouldn't hurt. You know how much I love jalebi" she said like a baby. My mom can really be a child sometimes. 

Just then SHE came out of a ward. She was smiling now. 'she really has the most beautiful smile'. Her eyes stopped at us. 

"Assalamualaikum aunty" she came to my mom. 

"Walaikum assalam beta how are you?" My mom said smiling. 

'You know her mom? Great!' I din't know why I was soo happy.

And the formal talk began but who's interested in that? I just watched her. Her fair skin, those brown eyes, those red lips. 'oh God! Am I in love or something?' 

All of a sudden, I was brought back to reality by - "my son will drop you"

"Huh, what?" I looked at mom.

"Zaheer she works at the ICICI bank. So go and drop her" she smiled.

"Uh, no no aunty. I'll get an auto. I also need to get my scooter." She said in her angelic voice. "I don't want to trouble you"

"Its no trouble beta. I need to wait here for a while, till then Zaheer will drop you." Mom insisted again. "Its no trouble at all."

I just gapped at my mom. 'what is she doing.' I noticed her smiling at me strange. 'wait a min! Did she notice that I- whoa! Moms are really smart' 

She said no a couple of times but finally she agreed. A smile flashed on my face. She looked at me and my heart raced. "Um yeah let's go" I said and started walking. She followed me. 

Sania's POV

He unlocked his car from a distance. I literally swooned over his car for a sec but then shook my head back to life. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me. I gave him an awkward smile and got in the car. 

"So where do you live?" He asked, eyes on the road.

"Oh, no need to drop me all the way home. Just drop me to my scooter." I said. 'don't want mr fancy pants around my area'. You know how neighbours are!

"That was quite brave of you" I heard him say as I was looking outside the window.

"Huh, um no it was nothing. If I would'nt have helped her, then no one would. It was my duty as a human and as a Muslim." I said. "Bloody hypocrites! No one came forward just because she was a Muslim!" I said rather fervently as I banged the dashboard in front of me." 

His surprised eyes stopped at me. 

"Sorry" I shrugged embarrassed. 

I swear I saw a slight smile on his lips which he was trying to hide with the back of his finger as his right elbow rested on the window and left hand on the steering.

"Your really are very interesting Sania" he said and smiled at me. I frowned. "Thanks".

I directed him the way and we reached my abandoned scooter. Aw! Look how sad it looks without me. I hurrid out of the car and to my scooter. I heard my mom in my head. 'where are your maners Sania? Atleast thank him' i smacked my head. As I went to the car, he was already peeking at me through the drivers seat. 

"Thank you for dropping me" 

"Oh please don't mention it." He said and smiled. I smiled back. He was just looking and not leaving. I felt akward. 

"So...., I'll leave then. I'm so late for work" I said trying to get him to go.

"Oh yeah right. Um, have a nice day." He kind of stammered.

"Like wise" I said and watched him leave.

"You are soo early today miss Sayeed. I'm soo impressed" my boss threw the googly of sarchasm at me as I took my seat. 'now how am I supposed to explain this asshole why I'm late?'

"Um sorry sir" I said and sat down. I couldn't blame him, I was 2 hours late and there was a long line of restless clients. I apologized and continued my work.

'You really are very interesting' those words echoed in my head. 'What the hell! Get out of my head fancy pants!' why do his words affect me soo much? I shook my head and continued working. 

"Oye Sanu. Why were you late" my colleague less friend Aditi whispered to me. 

"Long story, wait for the interval" I whispered back.

"Oooo. Ride in a fancy car with a handsome guy huh? I'm jealous" Aditi said as she spoonfilled the pulao from her tiffin during lunch break or should I say our daily interval.

"Uh- did you totally missed the part when I said I saved a young girl's life?" I asked.

"No. But its normal. You always run to save 1 person or another. Its no big deal. You should be a social worker, why don't you join UNICEF?" She said her voice dripping with sarchasm.

"Can I?" I asked excited.

"No" she smacked my head and I pouted like a puppy.

"But YOU riding with a guy is new!!!" She shook me excitedly. 

I rolled my eyes. "He wasn't all that good-looking." 

"That's because you are an idiot. Anyways, please tell me you got his name" she looked at me hopefully.

"Uh- I forgot. Oops!" I shrugged. Aditi smacked her forehead.

"Oh I remember. Its Zaheer Kazmi" I finally said having pity on killing her excitement.

"Yes! Lets find him" she said and immediately stole my phone from my purse.

"Wha- and why my phone?" I complained.

"Because you saw him, not me" she winked.

"Whatever!"

She turned on Facebook. I have a fake account with no personal pics. I know lame right. But I come from a Muslim conservative family. You get used to it. I only use it to find people and stalk celebs.  

"I found 2. Which one" she asked. I checked and said "the first one".

She gasped. "Oh my God! Such a hottie!!!" She almost squelled. She checked his entire page, all the pictures, post, etc. Saying Wow, Wow everytime. 

"Baby, you have to get him" she said drooling. 

"Eww! No way!" I cringed. 

"Oh please...... He is super hot!! He's a CA. OMG with a government job". 

I almost spilled my water from my mouth. "Huh!?" I grabbed the phone and checked it. "Whoa! No wonder he's so rich" I said stupified. 

"Sanu plz marry him" Aditi joined her hands in front of me.

I smacked her head. "Shut up idiot. What the hell are you saying? And anyway, it would be better if I don't see Mr fancy pants ever again. He has a weird vibe about him" I said as a shiver ran down me. 

"Ooo. Does that vibe pulls you to him" she cooed.

I gave her a dirty look. She shrugged. I looked at his picture, he really was handsome. 'you really are interesting Sania' again those words echoed in my head. 'shut up fancy pants. Its better if I don't ever see you again.'