Scene Set up :
Zain and Aaliya had decided on their game plan and were going to enter the Don's house to steal the papers. And currently, both of them were in a random hotel suite where they had come to get dressed in their respective costumes to avoid being seen by anyone at home.
Blessings in Disguise
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Zain Abdullah lounged back on the bed in the suite, his hands behind his head, pondering over the possibility of getting caught by the Don.
He had escaped through a lot of tight spots unharmed during his escapades, but then he had never been facing a real Don with guns and bullets before. He swallowed hard at the extremely unpleasant visuals in front of his mind's eye and decided that failing was not an option. He had to do this, not only for his brother but also for his Dad. Barkat Royale was Usman Abdullah's pride and Zain would do anything to ensure it dint shatter. Hadn't he already proved that by marrying Aalya...Speaking of who, where the hell was she?
He glanced at his watch. It had been nearly an hour since she had disappeared into the bathroom to change into her disguise. Ye ladkiyan bhi na! Inhe aisa kyu lagta hai ke zyada time lengi tayyar hone me to aur khoobsurat ho jayegi? Zain cribbed, glancing at his watch. Hope she picked the witch costume... Kafi cute lag rahi thi usme...The thought crossed his mind before he could control it.
He sat up horrified at his train of thoughts, "Zain tu pagal ho gaya hai!!! Us Mamu ki Bhanji ke saath reh kar, tu bhi behki behki baatein karne laga hai."
Berating himself for his nonsensical thoughts, he got up and knocked on the bathroom door. On receiving no response, he knocked louder and hollered, "Are O Mamu ki Bhanji!! Party aaj hi hai aur mujhe bhi tayyar hona hai. Kitna time laga rahi ho! Come out fast!" He waited but still there was not-a-peep from the other side. His patience running thin, he taunted, "Kuch bhi kar lo, apni rondu shakal to sudhar nahi sakti to time kyu waste kar rahi ho..." There, he thought satisfied with himself. That should definitely get his smartass wife into revenge mode. But surprisingly, the deafening silence continued.
By now Zain was seriously worried, "Kahi use kuch ho to nahi gaya?" he debated with himself over breaking into the bathroom. Finally seeing no other option, he went over and tried the knob which to his astonishment was unlocked. He opened the door quickly and barged in, his strained face showing his deep apprehension over what he would find.
And what he saw blew every thought right out of his mind.
Tere khayaal mein jab bekhayaal hota hoon,
Zara si dair hi sahi...bemisaal hota hoon.
There stood Aaliya, in a short white dress, looking like an angel. She was wearing a sleeveless, low cut, body hugging sheath reaching a little above her knees. Her hair was covered by a blonde wig, which covered most of her back and face.
Jaws hitting the floor, Zain stood still, lost in the beauty of the demure angel who stood before him, embarrassed. He wanted to rebuke her for taking so long, he wanted to laugh at her for looking so baffled, he wanted to taunt her at her ways, but that wasn't what was nagging his conscious. What unnerved him was the fact that more than anything else, he wanted to loose himself in her as he gazed at her endlessly. He continued to take in her seamless form in all it's glory. The intensity of his feelings baffled him as after all he wasn't in love with her. Pyaar to door ki baat hai, mai to Aal-ya se nafrat karta hu, he reminded himself as he tried to snap out of this trance of unabashed adoration. In a bid to mask his goofy stance he decided to snap at her instead but just then something changed.
Embarrassment was a gross understatement to describe what she went through when her husband shamelessly barged into the washroom. Mentally cursing herself for not locking the door, Aaliya turned to face him and to give him a piece of her mind for intruding on her in this manner. But before she could even begin, she knew the battle was lost. His molten gaze made her anxious and she realized how exposed she felt in front of him at the moment. Dresses were never her comfort zone and this one revealed a lot more than she was comfortable with. Aaliya repeatedly tried to adjust her dress, fretting with it uneasily as Zain continued to scorch her insides with that intense look. These raw emotions were new to her as she could literally feel his eyes tracing the contours of her thin frame. And when it became unbearable for her to hold it anymore she ended up doing what she later wished she had avoided.
Beqaraari bhi hai, qaraar bhi hai,
Unse Ishq gawaar bhi hai, nagawaar bhi.
(Nagawaar means intolerable/insufferable)
She raised her eyes to his and what she saw in his eyes trapped her further in a whirlpool of emotions that she had never experienced before.
Un dono ko ek doosre se mohabbat nahi thi, fir ye kaunse anjane ehsaas the jo dono ke dilo me ghar kiye jaa rahe the?
Realizing where they were, a flushed Aaliya quickly broke the eye contact, thereby breaking the spell that had enchanted Zain. Taking deep breaths they turned away from each other to gather their thoughts.
To cover up for his lapse in judgment, Zain flashed his trademark smirk and taunted, "Arre...Ye kya hai? Mujhe to laga tha you will pick out the witch costume. Tumhari personality se bilkul match karta hai!"
Her spine stiffened at his words and forgetting her embarrassment of minutes ago, she turned to her husband, who was smiling sardonically at her with no trace of his earlier appreciation lingering in those chocolate brown eyes. Her hand automatically went to her hip and she tilted her head to one side, her eyes spitting fire while she calmly mocked him back, "Accha? To tumne Gabbar ki wig aur joker ka costume liya ya fir Gabbar ka costume aur Joker ki red nose? Tumhari personality ko to dono ka mixture hi suit karta hai!"
In her irritation, Aaliya failed to notice that her action had pulled the dress taut across her chest and lowered the already low cut neckline further. However, it was not lost on the man standing opposite her who was once again distracted and had a hard time concentrating on her words. His eyes took in the creamy expanse of flesh bared by the low cut of the gown before he realized what he was doing! Zain sudhar ja!! Who are you staring at? Ye wohi irritating-rondu-Mamu ki Bhanji hai! Think of her that way and keep your eyes on her face! He rebuked himself sternly.
Feeling his eyes on her chest, Aaliya glared at him while unsuccessfully trying to hide the creamy flesh which was visible above the low cut of the dress. But no matter how much she pulled, the dress refused to go up.
"Itni uncomfortable ho is dress me to ye dress tumne li hi kyu? Tumhara dimaag kharab ho gaya tha? Ab tum baithi raho yahi. Mai ye kaam akele hi kar lunga." Zain blasted, his anger directed more at him for his voyeuring gaze than at her. His words brought a sheen of tears to Aaliya's eyes. She had spent nearly an hour locked in the bathroom, trying to gather up her courage to venture out in that dress. Just the thought of it had her burning in embarrassment. She had never in her life worn such a dress, and she dint mean to start today.
Aaliya knew she needed Zain's help now if she wanted to make it to the party to help Fahad Bhai and so she confessed that her bag must have got mixed up at the store and this was not the dress she had originally picked.
The sight of his brave and fearless wife in tears over a mere dress tugged at something deep within his heart and Zain's expressions softened. Aal-ya's tears were anathema to him. He didn't know why, but he really couldn't stand the sight of Aal-ya in tears. Her tears caused an unknown ache within him, the reason of which he was hesitant to evaluate. He might confess to hate her, yet one single tear in her eyes tore away at every defense he barricaded to keep her out of his heart and life.
Weren't her tears the reason why he was here? Shackled in a Nikah he never wanted? If he had just left after retrieving his phone that fateful day without being compelled to wipe her tears, maybe his life would be different.
It would be normal.
But he was compelled.
He had hugged her.
And that had sealed his fate.
He felt the same frustration rising within him like every time as the memories of that horrible time hit him like a hurricane. He remembered everything, his Dad's pronouncement, Aal-ya's betrayal, his helplessness. The storm of bitter recollections brought along with them the same aggravation, the feeling of being caged by silken threads of responsibility and commitment.
Then he looked at the tear stained woman in front of him and all he wanted to do was wipe away those tears from her beautiful eyes. Nothing else mattered.
Sighing deeply, he muttered ungraciously, "Theek hai, tum ek kaam karo, is hotel ki boutique se koi doosra dress le lo, tab tak mai tayyar ho jata hu. Time kam hai humare pass." and removed his wallet to hand her his credit card.
Aaliya looked at him in frustration, "Zain mai neeche nahi ja sakti."
"Kyu?!!!!"
She turned around and pointed to a heap of wet clothes lying on the floor and shrugged apologetically, "Mere kapde galti se geele ho gaye..."
Exasperated beyond belief, he growled, "Mamu ki Bhanji! Tum kitni irresponsible ho! Ek dress shop se dress to la nahi saki, chori karne chali! Tum yahi ruko, papers mai nikal lunga."
"Tum apne aap ko bada tees maar khan samajhte ho? Ek kebab to tum meri aankhon ke neeche se chura nahi paye, Don ke ghar se papers kaise nikaloge?" she shot back.
That wiped the sneer right off his face, but the very next instant Zain Abdullah was back with a bigger smirk. He leaned his shoulders on the wall and crossed his hands, "Tum soch lo, tumhe yaha is room me baithke akele meri tareefo ke pul bandhne hai...ya..." he stretched the word, "Mujhse madat maangni hai. Agar tum mujhse acche se please bolke madad maangogi to shayad mai tumhari help kar du..."
Aaliya glared at him in helpless anger. She knew he was right and right now he was the only one who could help her. But her ego refused to concede to his demands.
Zain made a whole dramatic show of looking pointedly at his watch. Finally, ceding to him, she muttered slowly, "Zain, please..."
Happy at having won this round, Zain grinned at her "Itna mushkil bhi nahi tha na?" and turned away to leave, "Tum yahi ruko, mai tumhare liye ek new dress le aata hu."
"Nahiii..." Aaliya's eyes popped open wide and she nearly screeched, appalling images of the previous dress' he had gifted' her making her turn a deep red.
The softness which her tears had induced in him was vanishing with every passing minute and Zain turned back glared at her, "Tumhari problem kya hai? Help bhi chahiye aur abhi help kar raha hu to attitude dikha rahi ho?"
However to his perplexity, Aaliya had turned a dark shade of pink and had developed a vested interest in the plain while porcelain tiles of the bathroom. She refused to look at him and was nervously playing with a ribbon on her dress.
"Kuch bologi Mamu ki Bhanji???"
Still without looking at him, she mumbled, "Mujhe tumhare type ka dress nahi chahiye..."
Their gaze met for an instant before hers skittered away nervously. Realization dawned making Zain chuckle at her imaginations. His Mamu ki Bhanji was such an innocent sometimes. The image of those rosy red cheeks made him want to pull them and relieve the panic from those beautiful eyes.
However, he was Zain Abdullah and so he did none of those things.
Instead he walked softly towards her; and pulling her hand he twisted it tightly behind her back, anchoring her close against his chest while she struggled to free herself.
He moved away her fake fringe with his finger while he whispered huskily, "Itni besabri...Ghabrao mat, mai yu gaya aur yu aaya." and turned to leave.
At the door he turned back to wink naughtily at her, "Ye Zain Abdullah ka promise hai Mamu ki Bhanji, you won't be disappointed with my choice."
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Aaliya was pacing the room muttering profanities under her breath. After Zain left, she found herself a bathrobe and hurriedly shrugged into it. It wasn't much, she rued, looking down at her bare legs, but it at least afforded her some cover.
"Stupid! Idiot! Pata nahi kya samjhta hai khud ko. Ya Allah, ye besharam ladka pata nahi kya leke aayega aur kab aayega."
She tried to think of some way out of her predicament, but she couldn't think of anything. To her surprise, Zain strolled in just 20 minutes later with a few shopping bags in his hand. He smiled devilishly as he looked at her with raised eyebrows, seeing her attire. She just shrugged her shoulders, refusing to meet his scornful gaze. He moved slowly towards her while she kept stepping back, till her back finally met the wall. His proximity was playing havoc with her senses. Her breathing had deepened and coherent thought was difficult to form.
He handed her one of the bags and with an innocent smile and motioned her to take them, "Ye rahi tumhari dress. Abhi ye lo aur jaldi se change karke tayyar ho jao..."
"Kya hai isme?" She hated herself for the faint thread of underlying panic in her voice which escaped her mouth unchecked.
"Isme jo bhi hai na... Wo pehenne ke baad party me har insaan ki nazren sirf tumpe hi hogi..." Zain murmured huskily while his finger toyed with a strand of hair near her cheek.
Refusing to take the bag from him, she childishly hid her hands behind her back and squealed,"Mujhe nahi chahiye ye...Na tumhari koi help...Na tumhara ye dress..," her bravado fading at the sinful look in his eyes. Zain just pulled her hands from behind forcibly and placed the bag in it, before moving back to look at her expectantly.
Gaining back her equilibrium once some distance was created, Aaliya glared at him and spitefully pulled out the dress which was wrapped in delicate tissue paper and nearly threw it on his face, when it caught her attention.
The bag did not contain any hot dress' as he had put it the other day, but instead it had a stunningly beautiful evening gown. It was a striking gold in colour with long sleeves, adorned with crystals and beads that shimmered with each ray of light that fell on it. Its mermaid cut clinched in at the waist and fell in smooth layers to the floor.
(Plz imagine this gown as having both sleeves n not beeing so see thru)
She looked askance at Zain, never having expected him to get her something as exquisite as this.
"Ye dress theek hai? Ya mohtarma ko isme bhi koi problem hai?"
She just shook her head too tongue tied at the sight of the exquisite dress. "To khadi kyu ho? Jaldi jao and get ready."
She again nodded her head in acceptance and moved towards the washroom when Zain stopped her and said, "Mai washroom me tayyar hota hu. Tum yahi tayyar ho jao..." and when it looked like she was about to protest, he added huskily. "Mujhe to waise bhi sirf shower lena hai, if you insist mujhe washroom share karne me koi problem nahi hai..."
Eyes widening at his blatant besharmi, she immediately stepped back nodding her head in denial and moved towards the bed where she noticed two more bags on the bed, "Zain inme kya hai...?"
"Ohh wo...Tum itni utavli ho rahi thi, mere type' ke dresses pehenne ke liye to maine socha tumhe disspoint kyu karu?" he replied back, an unholy glint entering his eyes, "Wo bhi tumhare liye hai...Meri taraf se chooota sa gift. Tum chaho to mujhe pehen ke dikha sakti ho."
Before he could finish his sentence, Aaliya took the bag which contained a box and threw it at him. However, Zain having guessed her intentions had the presence of mind to duck before it hit him.
He laughed at her angry expressions as he entered the bathroom while shouting, "Thankless as ever Mamu ki Bhanji." Only then did Aaliya notice that the box had opened up to reveal a pair of stylish 6 inch heeled stilettos which matched her dress perfectly. On further inspection, the other bags revealed a pair of long tear drop earrings and a clutch bag along with matching lingerie.
This last part made her cheeks flush but she had to admit that she couldn't have worn the gown without those. However the image of Zain picking out this stuff for her made her jittery as hell. This was too intimate and she dint know how she felt about Zain doing this for her. Last time he had been playing a joke, but this time...She jumped when her phone beeped indicating an incoming message.
It was from Zain.
Zyada sochne ki zaroorat nahi hai! I just picked out the dress and asked the saleswoman to give me everything you would need to wear it. She was the one who picked out the other stuff.
A tender smile curved her lips as she read it. "Stupid! Idiot!" She whispered.
The words though had none of their usual rancor but were uttered with an affectionate acceptance of Zain Abdullah. Be it the callous demeanor which he had unleashed on her since their Nikah or the tender and caring one which managed to peek through his hatred once in a while.
Nazar karna, nazar-andaz karna,
Yehi hai pyar ka aghaaz karna.
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The washroom door opened to reveal a dashing young Sheikh who looked stunningly handsome in his native attire. His face was covered with a beard, and he wore jet black robes lined with gold while a kufiya covered his head. Dark black shades completed the ensemble.
Zain Abdullah was ready to party.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FLnoH9L07Y[/YOUTUBE]
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*Ishq Duaaa... Ishq Khudaaa
Ishq Me Hai...Dil ki Sadaaa*
He looked around to find Aaliya all dressed up, looking every inch the Shaykhah. The golden dress bought out the gold in her eyes and made her skin gleam with a sheen that put even the brightest of stars to shame. The dress covered her from head to toe, but its figure hugging material outlined each curve giving it a sensuous look.
Both were awestruck looking at each other, resplendent as they were in their finery. An electric charge filled the air and he could swear his heart stopped beating when she raised her coy eyes to meet his intense pools.
None spoke as their eyes communicated in a language they both failed to comprehend. They were supposed to be immune to each other, after all there was nothing binding them together but a forced Nikah, was there? With all their might they rebelled against the attraction that drew them close trying their best to hold their ground. Aaliya and Zain both knew they were acting completely out of their characters. These coy apprehension and adorable appreciation didn't suit the relationship they shared.
*Ishq Duaaa... Ishq Khudaaa
Ishq Me Hai...Dil ki Sadaaa
Ishq Khudaa...Ishq Dua
Ishq Me Hai...Dil ki Sadaaa*
The clock striking 8pm bought them out of their reverie. Aaliya got up quickly to avoid any awkwardness and started to move towards Zain, but stumbled and was about to fall down. However, Zain caught her before she could hit the floor, engulfing her protectively in his warm embrace.
"Itni unchi heels me mai chal nahi paungi..." she confessed worriedly, her hands holding onto him tightly.
Zain made her stand upright and sliding his hand across her waist, he pulled her into his side. Looking deep into her eyes, he promised, "Aur mai tumhe girne nahi doonga..."
Mohabbat woh taluq hai, agar mojood ho jaye,
Zameen-o-aasmaan ka faasila, nabood ho jaye..
(Nabood means destroyed)
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