"Hey Zoya! How are you?", a little girl of around seven beckoned to her, while handling her bi-cycle.
Zoya turned and bent down, "Hey my friend! You're looking adorable!" she said whilst tickling.
"Jia always does." Jia retorted with pride.
Zoya mocked at her antics, "Yeah! You do."
At the same time the bicycle slipped and was about to fall over Jia but was saved by Zoya, "Are you okay baby?" she asked and embraced her.
A guy in his late twenties ran towards them, "Hey Ji! Are you fine baby?"
"Yes Chachu, Zoya saved me," Jia kissed Zoya's cheek and the guy smiled, "Hello Ms. Zoya! I am Yash, Yash Khurrana."
Zoya bit her lower lip, "Well I know, being your neighbour Mr. Khurrana," and Jia laughed at her studious uncle, he glared at Jia not to.
Zoya smiled, "Come Jia park your cycle."
"Do you know each other?" Yash questioned sheepishly.
Zoya grinned, "Yes. And names are similar too," which forced Jia to laugh out loud.
Also, the two elder ones joined later...
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The little Jia sat over the swing while humming a song and Zoya left the park but Yash called, "Hey Zoya! Can we join on the pebbles?"
She looked down over the pebbles of acupressure and pressed her lips, "Doesn't seem like a red carpet to me, but it's fine", and smirked.
Yash smiled, "I am aware of myself being dumb but not deaf."
"Sorry, I am quite nonsensical too," Zoya apologised.
"Zoya...?" He asked for the second name.
She replied, "Siddiqui."
"The Siddiqui's? I mean the one who live in 408?" He asked.
"Yeah the same," she smiled and looked down.
He smirked, "Your dad seems to be a hitler."
She stopped in between and turned her gaze, "He is my dad, a prestigious judge in the honourable high court."
"Post doesn't matter, nature does," he pressed his temples at which she laughed out, "He is not hitler, but Cheengez Khan."
Yash laughed as if he would roll over the floor the next moment but Zoya gave him a how dare you look.
"Oops! I'm sorry," he apologetically smiled and joined, "But your mum cooks really well."
"Haan! Don't you dare to butter up now," she chuckled and they kept meeting for months.
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Two months later,
"I love you Jaan!" Yash expressed his feelings and gently on the park bench.
Zoya shuffled his hair, "I love you too."
He kissed her palm, "Let's marry," which shrunk the smile from her lips.
"I'm a muslim." She closed her eyes.
He got up from her lap and cupped her face, "Does it matter in 21st century?"
"For my abbu, it does matter." Zoya had tears in her eyes.
He held her palm, "Come with me."
"Where are we going?" She asked but he didn't reply and kept going down the stairs and reached flat no. 408.
Zoya shivered,"No."
"It is now or never!" Yash held her hand to give her strength and rang the bell.
Noor, Zoya's sister opened the gate "Aapi!"
"Who's it Noor?" Mr. Siddique asked and looked outside.
What he saw was unexpected for him, Her daughter with a random guy, hand in hand.
"What is this Zoya?" Mr. Siddique was so loud that even the near by flat owner could hear him.
Yash gathered up courage "I want to marry Zoya, Sir" and was simply slapped by Mr. Siddique.
"Abbu! No!" Zoya yelled.
"You wouldn't meet him ever again." he warned her.
She drank her tears, "I love him abbu."
"Then get out of this house and don't expect any of us to contact you." He announced his verdict and Zoya had no option.
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After a week, Zoya and Yash got married, everything was fine before that night, which took away everything from them.
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