He was glaring at me as I glumly sat down on the very comfortable hotel bed. "Why didn't you inform me that you were leaving?" He asked again, I sighed and repeated the answer I had said at least 10 times already.
"I knew you wouldn't care, and besides I don't have your phone number." I yawned, tired from the day out and tired of Asad. He had put his phone number in my phone but he still wasn't letting go of the fact that I left without telling him.
Since when did he start to care?
Asad grumbled some more before finally leaving me to rest.
"God, he sounds annoying." Rumaisa said licking her chocolate ice cream, I nodded beside her biting my cookie dough ice cream, Rumaisa was a licker and I was a biter. Biting Ice cream was so easy for me, it actually hurted me when I licked the ice cream.
Rumaisa said it was a talent because not a lot of people can do that "Trust me, he is." I said referring to Rumaisa's comment. Me and Rumaisa had this habit of talking bad about people behind their back's, and this time I didn't feel bad about it. After all, this was Asad we were talking about.
Asad was out at his match, so I invited Rumaisa over. She was awestruck when she saw the hotel room, and she was even more awestruck when she saw our kitchen. It was humungous and was absolutely amazing.
Rumaisa and I were just chilling on our couch eating our ice cream and talking bad stuff about people, It was just like old times.
"Hey! Let's watch your husband play." Rumaisa said suddenly smirking at me while turning on the the cricket channel. Asad was playing against Australia and so far Pakistan was winning.
"WOW! When was the last time we won?" Rumaisa whistled looking at the score. I looked at it myself and gasped, Rumaisa was right when was the last time Pakistan won? Because right now we were killing it.
"AND THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS, ASAD QURESHI HAS THROWN THE BALL AND WE HAVE LOST SIGHT OF IT! PAKISTAN WINSSSSSS!!!" The announcer called, me and Rumaisa looked at each other in shock before jumping up and down.
"THERE GOES THE WINNER HIMSELF, AND STANDING BESIDE HIM IS HIS WONDERFUL GIRLFRIEND VANESSA HUDGENS."
What?
Asad Qureshi POV
"Okay boys, this is going to be the best match we have ever played UNDERSTOOD?" Our couch Arshad said. We all nodded and then hustled away from our couch. My mood was a little off because yesterday my mom had called and complained saying that Juan told her I had left for some work and I wasn't staying with Rayyana.
I almost fired Juan but for some reason I thought about Rayyana and stopped, she wouldn't want that. I shook my head Remember Asad this is just a business deal .
"Ayo Asad!" I looked up at the stands to see Aabid and Amir, I sneered at Aabid who now was everywhere.
"Why are you here?" I said pointing to Aabid ignoring Amir "Your in Pakistan my brother, I live here so I thought why not visit my baby cousin?" He fucking cooed at me while beside him Amir laughed.
"A year, we have a year difference. Don't let that get into your head." My couch called me over so I had to leave them, I was in a much worse mood now.
There I stood, my eyes focused on the ball come on Asad, swing this and you can win.
The baller threw the ball and I... DID IT! I ran to the bases while the announcer's announced what was going on, finally I landed on home base and I looked around at the cheering crowd.
"AND THERE WE GO FOLKS, PAKISTAN WINSSSSS!" I looked at my couch who tightly smiled at me and gave me a curt nod.
I did it.
The team all came around me hugging me, I laughed as I celebrated with the team. A thought suddenly crossed my mind, something that shocked me.
Is Rayyana watching? Is she proud of me?
Suddenly, I felt a tug on my sleeve. I groaned and turned around to see Vanessa Hudgens. She's my fan, and she had somehow managed to become one of the couches' girlfriend's to be close to me.
"Ugh, what?" I shrugged her arm off of me and started walking "Asad, you were spectacular!" She cheered in my ear.
Vanessa was pretty I'll give her that, but she was the opposite of what I liked. I liked a girl who was well dressed, someone with attitude but also self control, someone like Rayyana
I shook my head at my thoughts, I continued walking until suddenly the announcer announced something that made me stop.
"THERE GOES THE WINNER HIMSELF, AND STANDING BESIDE HIM IS HIS WONDERFUL GIRLFRIEND VANESSA HUDGENS."
What?
No Urdu translation needed.
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