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Strings, Tying Us Together
Credit For the Amazing Banner Goes to AmbroseFever
Chapter
One
The Sun beam indulged the surface of a black SUV, running almost with the speed
of light, the two deep brown orbs visible in the rear view mirror of the vehicle.
The astonishment and implausibility could easily perceive in the pair of eyes
along with the recollection of memories. The path was empty, not even a bird
was flying there and it seemed that dessert has refuge in the city of lakes.
Asad Ahmed Khan, the man of principles and few words, the one who has always
been next to the mystery to everyone, or we can say the close book. The book conjugated
with the mysteries and memories of his life along with the feelings and
emotions. Yes, the feelings which were the only aspect totally unexpected from the
man of anger, which has been his only existence. Not, by the name, he was a
lion in real, when is he going to fume in rage, it's incognizant.
He spun the stirring wheel furiously and drove even faster than before, when
the past started overpowering his mind and memories with stimulation.
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Few Hours Back:
Asad
was passing through the dargah, when unusual feeling coerced him to stop and
forcefully dragged him to enter the dargah. He tied a handkerchief on my head
to cover it and hiding the hairs as well. The whole atmosphere was humming with
hymns and people were tying some strings on a wall, as mannat ka dhaga, but may be the Allah himself has planned to tie a
new string. He seated down on his knees over a clean and crisp holy piece of
cloth to offer the namaaz. He cupped his hands and raised them towards the
height of his eyes and closed those pair of hazel orbs.
His eyes fell on her when he opened
them. She was nothing but a stranger; still he felt a connection with her. She
was too far from him and her appearance was too vague, all he could see was her
red puffy eyes. She was dressed in a white salwar-kamiz, but entirely wrapped
with a simple but elegant black shawl; even her head was covered with it, which
was making him unsuccessful to have her glimpse.
He, himself was so astonished that why she
was grabbing all his attention, but he remained without answered. Already,
he was so incapable to achieve her only glance, so he can justify himself that
why was she so familiar, when a hair strand fall on her face which made even
more difficult for him to see her. All he could see was the tear droplet
destined to the floor from her doe-shaped red eyes those have engulfed the
anguish and her misery. Her pain, cries and umpteenth hidden questions were not
remain unnoticeable by him.
Spontaneously, his hands themselves raised to pray for her, for her and her
unknown pain. He shut the lid of his eyes tightly and supplicated the Allah to
bless the girl with all the happiness of the life, which was not so unknown to
him and finally, he rested for few seconds. He opened his eyes calmly and found
nothing, as she left the dargah. He looked here and there in her search but
didn't succeed. He ran for his last hope that was outside the dargah, he searched
everywhere but she was no where.
He was in dillema, why was she so familiar to him, even though he has not seen
her face clearly...why? But the same time
his eyes fell on the muddy surface, and what took his attention was ...the
black shawl. The shawl belonged to her, he tried even more to find her
but failed and he left with the shawl, her shawl
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Present:
Why
was she saw familiar to me, I have'nt took a clear glance of her ...her
appearance was vague...then why was she so familiar...I often visit the
dargaah...but today what was it which dragged me...why did I search for her...
All these questions were echoing in the mind of the man to whom words and
expressing himself was not his cup of tea, but now all these questions were
disturbing him with full strength and he wanted to shut his, mind his thoughts.
In the intensity of the thoughts, his car jerked with a thud, he stopped the
car when he realized that in the dillema, he has hit someone from the car. He
jumped out of the car and examined the person, lying on the floor.
"You okie...", he concerned and knelt
down to give his hand forward to her so she can balance herself , when he
realised that she was the same girl he saw in the dargah.
But he was so unaware that the girl was not the one who easily forget this,
if he was the man of few words, than for
her words were her biggest strength, the name itself, Zoya Farooqui. She
collected herself from the floor and twitched her hairs, from her face in the
air.
"Allah Miyan whats wrong with You...can't
you see!!", Zoya yelled at him while picking her dupatta from the floor.
She tilted her face in his direction and remained like a stone when he saw her,
now he understood why was she familiar to him.
he remained silent as someone has zipped his mouth, and he remain like that
only when she clasped her fingers in front of his face and said, "Oh Hello Mr.!!Andhe hone ke sath behre bhi
ho kya!!", she snapped with creased brows.
But Asad was so stunned would be an understatement, he was astonished; shocked
that how was it possible. Contradictorily, Zoya was fuming with anger that why
the hell this man was not answering, he was just staring at her, like a fool.
"Have you not seen a girl before, that
you are staring with so intensity...", her words took her to his senses and
he muttered in a low tone,
"Look!! It was unintentional...I was not
in my senses and the car hit you...so for that...I am sorry",
But zoya being zoya continued herself and said, "accha!! Now you have the audacity to confess your crime without any
shame...!! She spilled in a single breath without thinking a second and kept
on saying, "How you can be so
irresponsible and shameless...pehle to takkar marte ho...and now you are saying
just those three golden words...I AM SORRY...that too without any shame", she
yelled in a harsh and bittery tone.
She was increasing the anger of the Lion, the Asad Ahmed Khan, known for his
anger only, but now he was all done, "Hold
on Lady!! You too could have been walking in the senses on the road...and if
not...then you don't have any right to blame anyone else", he clenched his
jaws, but when zoya was going to interrupt him he showed his forefinger and
completed himself, "And if you cant ... then stop walking on the road"
"Allah miyan what's wrong with you!! Don't you have manners to talk with a
girl", she shrieked in the louder tone as she could.
But stopped when he started walking towards her and snapped, "First learn, what the manners and shame
are...then talk!!", he was about to leave when she called from behind.
"Muje koi Shauq nahi hai tumse bat karne
ka!!", she exclaimed from behind emphasizing the word "tumse", and pointed
her finger in his direction, which forced him to give her tight answer,
He replied without looking at her in a calm voice, "Even I am not dying!!".
They both left facing the back to each other with the promise of not to meet
each other ever, but Asad left with amazement and some unanswered questions
that how it was possible... . The both left incognizant of the reality, the
destiny and the decision of the Allah!
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A/N: Some of you might have found it confusing, but i assure you that this confusion has maintained purposely which will soon disclose.
I am a non-muslim so please pardon the mistakes i might have made.
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And of course last but not the least, all your appreciation and criticism are welcomed by open arms...pls point out my minuses also
I hope you have liked it
Aditi
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coderlady @coderlady
+ 8
8 months ago
She sure has a tongue on her. Two fiery personalities are bound to clash.